A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Don't worry, Hermione, Hedwig will send the letter to your parents on time," said Harry confidently. "It never misses - and Professor McGonagall said that the professor will come to you on race day. Picking up people at home will not waste time."

"I'm not worried about that...I, ugh," Hermione sighed. "They wrote back about a trip to Diagon Alley, saying it was to change money—"

"It's normal," said Ron.

"You don't know them," Hermione shook her hair irritably. "The money is just an excuse. I guess they must have gone to Diagon Alley to find out about the Tournament."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, neither of them had this trouble, Ron's family were wizards, and Harry, he didn't think the Dursleys would sneak into Diagon Alley for fear of his safety, they would just pray for him Better to have an accident and never go back. And the only family in Harry's mind is Sirius.

"It's unavoidable," Ron reassured her. "They'll know sooner or later—"

"No, you don't understand," Hermione took a deep breath, "is there any more intuitive information in the whole of Diagon Alley than the competition video released by 'Future World'? I can imagine that Dad would not hesitate. buy a magic projector and the footage of the second project, maybe they've seen it, they just didn't mention it to me!"

They came to the Transfiguration classroom that Professor McGonagall had lent them to practice spells, especially those that might be used in the maze, and they had spent the month doing so.

But today, Hermione was completely out of shape.

"No, I can't calm down," she said dejectedly.

"Let's rest for a while," Harry said. "We're well-prepared, and the rest of the two days won't have to be so hard."

Normally, Hermione would have jumped up first to object, but today she acquiesced to what Harry said, sitting on the mat with her knees folded, looking helpless.

Harry and Ron didn't know how to comfort her, so they stood silently for a while. Harry took out the magic book from his bag. He had read it from beginning to end. The magic will probably last for a few months, so let's give him a souvenir.

"Do you think it was the influence of this book?" Ron leaned over and whispered, "Hermione has read it too, hasn't she?"

"That was last week," Harry also whispered, and he didn't think it was the book's influence. "The magical effect doesn't last that long."

"You're right," said Ron, pulling out the Magic Codex from his bag, reading the little stories on it, occasionally raising his head to glance at Hermione in the distance. He raised his voice deliberately and said, "No matter how many times I read it, it's still scary...I doubt if Hermione had read these stories when she was in third grade, would she have dared to use the time-turner? I mean, in case She made a few more turns..."

Hermione stood up suddenly, took a few breaths and picked up her bag.

"You're right, I'd better find something to do," she said, walking out of the classroom.

Ron froze for a moment, then turned to look at Harry, "Did I say something?" Harry shook his head, and they followed Hermione to the Room of Requirement, "I need an alchemist's laboratory... I need an alchemist's laboratory...I need an alchemist's laboratory..."

A quaint door appeared in front of them.

Hermione exhaled slowly, pushed the door open and walked into the room. Harry and Ron looked at each other, guessing what she was going to do. "I'm looking forward to this scene too." Ron muttered, and the two followed closely.

The room is very spacious. There are several huge workbenches in the center. On the table are all kinds of strange devices, strange-shaped glass bottles, solid wood toolboxes, golden scales, weights, crucibles... …Two bookshelves stand up against the wall, filled with common alchemy books.

Hermione put down her bag, took out the time-turner, and glanced back at Harry, who wisely handed her the gray hourglass.

"Are you going to fix it now?" Ron couldn't help asking. "I thought it would be another month or two."

"There's no need to drag it on," Hermione said calmly. "And it's not a repair, it's just taking it apart and replacing a part... With Nick Lemay's successful experience, I'm pretty sure."

"Hopefully it's as easy as she says," said Ron hopefully.

Harry thought he'd see a screwdriver or something, at most this screwdriver could screw itself... but Hermione just held her wand, chanting a long spell, tapping once or twice on the golden timer every now and then, or sketching out A few rune and alchemy symbols were branded on the hourglass. Hermione's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her expression was serious. Harry and Ron didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that their breathing would affect them. she.

After almost an hour, Hermione was exhausted, but her eyes were bright.

"Quick, Harry, Ron, do me a favor."

"What do we need?" Harry asked hastily, and he and Ron moved closer to the time-turner—the thing flew in mid-air, spinning in circles, emitting a soft white light.

"Grab it, take the old hourglass off, and replace it with the one with the flat head! Come on!" said Hermione, blushing, trying to maintain her magic.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and stretched out their hands nervously. Harry grabbed the clock that kept spinning, like catching a dizzy golden snitch. Ron took the opportunity to break the round head inside. Hourglass, "I can't take it off!" Ron shouted.

"Then use more force!" Harry said, twisting his face, the thing was terribly powerful, desperately trying to break free from his restraints.

Ron gritted his teeth, put both hands on it, and pressed it hard—with a "click", the hourglass was successfully removed.

Harry immediately picked up the gray hourglass with the other hand, pinpointed the position, and filled it into the gap, "It's done!" At this moment, a sudden shock wave spread around the golden timer, sending the three All thrown out.

Harry sat up with a grin, his arm hit the sharp corner of the workbench, he suspected it might be broken, and then he heard two gasps. Harry lifted his head from his arm, Ron and Hermione both opened their mouths to look in the same direction, and he tilted his head, opening his mouth in equally shock.

The time-turner hung in the air, emitting a dazzling golden light, and Harry squinted, clearly seeing the gray surface of the hourglass, as if it had been wiped by an invisible hand, and regained its radiance. The substance inside the hourglass—those dark golden lumps melted, twisted and deformed, and bloomed with a beautiful metallic sheen.

I don't know how long it took, all the golden light disappeared, the time converter fell from the air, and rolled on the ground for two circles motionless.

"We succeeded?" Ron wondered.

"Yeah, luckily it worked," Hermione smiled. "If it fails, we'll spend the whole night looking for scattered parts."

After resting for half an hour, Harry and the others came out of the Room of Requirement. At this time, it was midnight. They carefully returned to the lounge. Before they went back to the dormitory, Ron was still surprised, "It's incredible... We fixed a full time-turner, when can we try it?"

"Not now," said Hermione.

"I know. I mean, by the time the game is over, Hermione, I haven't felt that way!" said Ron pleadingly.

Quiet for a while.

"Okay," Hermione said hesitantly, "it's not that you're not allowed to use it, it's possible that it's risky. You've seen what happens to wizards trapped in 'time', right? We'd better check with the professor first. ."

Ron was persuaded, and he had only one request.

"Never tell Professor McGonagall that if she knew we had an uncontrolled time-turner, it would have been confiscated!"

"We can ask Professor Heppe for help." Harry said on the side. He thought Ron's words were very reasonable. In fact, except Professor Heppe, he couldn't think of any adults who would allow them to hold a time-turner.

...

On the morning of June 23, Felix invigilated his last grade and returned to the office with a relaxed expression. Warren was sitting at his desk with no image, sniffing. It held a postcard in its hand, and when Felix came in, Warren raised his head and looked at him suspiciously with his black eyes:

"Haw! (Familiar taste!)"

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