Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

Hermione picked up the pendant and examined it closely.

The magic book in my mind suddenly reacted.

【Wonderful Object】

[Time Converter (Already Saved)]

[It is possible to physically travel back in time, but only with magic power of level 2 or lower, and the maximum return time is 48 hours.]

Hermione suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

This thing also has a magic limit.

No wonder Dumbledore said it might be useless to him.

Hermione's original magic level wasn't high, so it's reasonable that she used the Time-Turner to complete her courses.

But now, my magic power is vastly different from what it used to be, and this thing probably can't withstand it.

but……

Just because others can't use it doesn't mean you can't.

Hermione stroked the pendant, feeling the power of time contained within it.

She had a vague feeling that this time converter might play an unexpected role in her hands, but it would require the assistance of some key tool.

Dumbledore added with a smile, "Originally, I intended to use this Time-Turner as an exchange, so that you would take one day each month to substitute for Professor Lupin's classes."

“However,” he changed the subject, “Professor Snape strongly opposes this proposal, fearing that you might teach something too advanced.”

Old Deng shrugged. "So in the end, I decided to let Professor Snape take charge of this matter."

……

As soon as Hermione stepped out of the headmaster's office, she saw a figure waving cheerfully at her.

It's Luna.

She jogged over, holding a brand-new copy of "Singing the Divergent Tune".

"This is the latest issue; my dad just printed it and gave it to me!"

Luna's voice was light and airy, with a touch of dreaminess.

She handed the magazine to Hermione, blinked her silver-grey eyes, and asked curiously:

What did you do during your holiday?

Hermione took the magazine and flipped through it casually; it was full of strange and unusual articles.

“Nothing special,” Hermione shrugged and said casually, “just causing trouble around and, incidentally… fighting aliens.”

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Please, my darlings, keep up with the updates! Don't let the book sit unfinished. I'll try my best (tears welling up).

I bow my head to the earth and step back to slap my heels, bowing to all my godfathers.

Writing a book is so difficult.

Chapter 142 Divination

"Fighting aliens?"

Luna's eyes lit up instantly. She leaned closer to Hermione, her voice filled with excitement and anticipation:

"Really? I want to go too!"

"What do aliens look like? Are they like the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast, with a rotating horn on their heads?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Luna's innocent and carefree demeanor.

She knew that no matter how outrageous her words were, Luna would believe them, especially since they were indeed true.

"If you need to, I will definitely take you there."

Hermione ruffled Luna's soft silver hair.

Luna squinted her eyes happily, like a kitten being stroked.

The two chatted for a while longer before Luna reluctantly said goodbye and skipped away.

……

The next day, on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle.

The divination classroom.

The air was filled with a strong incense, and the lighting was dim, giving people a mysterious and oppressive feeling.

Professor Sybil Trelawney stood on the podium, her large, hyperthyroid eyes gleaming behind thick glasses, her voice erratic, as if she were talking in her sleep.

It highlights a mysterious and eccentric personality.

It completely shattered Hermione's illusions about girls with glasses.

"Children, today we will learn tea divination, an ancient and sacred method for predicting the future."

"By observing the marks left by tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, we can glimpse the secrets of fate..."

Trelawney's voice echoed in the classroom, where the students were dozing off.

This course is particularly mysterious.

"Now, please drink all the tea in your cups, then invert the cups onto the saucers and gently rotate them three times..."

The students did as instructed mechanically.

Hermione picked up her teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

She had absolutely no interest in divination classes.

The main problem is that it's not in the magic book.

Her assessment was: It's not as good as the Eye of Agamotto.

Why bother with divination? Can't we just look directly at the sky?

"Ah, I want it so badly... When are you going to die, Ancient One..." Hermione said, resting her chin on her hand and swinging her legs back and forth under the table.

"What death?" Ron leaned closer and whispered. "Who did you kill this time?"

“Your rat,” Hermione said without turning her head.

Ron was startled and quickly looked into his pocket. Seeing that "Spotted" was still safely inside, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with dissatisfaction:

"Hermione, you're scaring me again."

I don't know why Hermione dislikes Scabbers so much.

"You've slept with an old man for over ten years and you're still so proud of it..." Hermione glanced at the mouse, thinking to herself.

Who would be a kind person who likes big black rats?

After the car accident at the start of last year's school term, Ron received a letter from home.

Of course, it was Molly's yelling message.

As for the content... besides ranting about Ron, I'll also tell him that Banban has found the Burrow on his own.

Ron was pleasantly surprised, but Hermione was not. She hadn't expected it to be killed so easily, since it wasn't a real rat.

Scabbers seemed to understand their conversation, his beady black eyes secretly glancing at Hermione as if he were deep in thought.

Hermione's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

What are you looking at? Watch out, Gus is warning you.

Banban shrank back in fright, squeaked, and burrowed into the pocket, too scared to show its head.

I don't like big black rats, not because they're particularly bad.

Could anyone be more wicked than her and Tom Cruise?

The main reason is that Hermione is obsessed with looks, and her real appearance is just too ugly.

But she also had to admit that this guy would do anything to survive.

Whether it's cutting off one's own finger or enduring twelve years as a rat without transforming back into human form, it's all the same.

Hermione had never seen anyone so afraid of death. Even if it meant clinging to life, she was determined to survive. She was ruthless.

In the race to survive, its unwavering will completely surpasses that of the vast majority of wizards.

"Alright, children, now please observe the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup carefully and see what patterns they form."

Trelawney's voice rang out again.

"Then, by referring to the explanations in the textbook, interpret your destiny..."

The students picked up their textbooks and frowned as they compared them.

“I saw a pattern that looks like a mouse!” Ron exclaimed excitedly.