Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

Hermione picked up the pendant and examined it carefully.

The magic book in my mind suddenly responded.

【Wonderful Object】

【Time Converter (Collected)】

[You can return to the past physically, but can only withstand magic power of level 2 or below, and can only return for 48 hours at most. ]

Hermione suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

This thing also has magic restrictions.

No wonder Dumbledore said it might be of no use to him.

The original Hermione's magic level was not high, so it made sense for her to use the Time Turner to complete the course.

But now, my magic power is no longer what it used to be, and I'm afraid this thing 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 in it.

She vaguely felt that this time converter might be able to play an unexpected role in her hands, but it required the assistance of some key props.

Dumbledore added with a smile: "Originally, I was planning to use this time-turner as an exchange for you to take one day a month to substitute for Professor Lupin."

"However," he changed the subject, "Professor Snape strongly opposed this proposal. He was afraid that you would teach something too masculine."

Dumbledore spread his hands, "So in the end I decided to let Professor Snape be in charge of this matter."

……

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

It's Luna.

She trotted over with a brand new volume of The Quibbler in her hand.

"This is the latest issue. My dad gave it to me right after it was printed!"

Luna's voice was light and dreamy.

She handed the magazine to Hermione, blinking her silver-gray eyes and asking curiously:

"What did you do during your vacation?"

Hermione took the magazine and flipped through it. It was full of strange articles.

"Nothing special," Hermione shrugged and said lightly, "Just doing some trouble here and there, and by the way... fighting aliens."

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Please my dears, follow the updates and don’t keep reading. I will try my best (tears in my eyes).

When I move forward, the earth hits my forehead; when I move backward, my butt hits my heels. I kowtow to all of you godfathers.

Writing a book is hard.

Chapter 142 Divination

"Fighting aliens?"

Luna's eyes lit up instantly. She moved closer to Hermione, with a hint of excitement and anticipation in her voice:

"Really? I want to go too!"

"What do aliens look like? Do they look like the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax, with a rotating horn on their heads?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Luna's innocent look.

She knew that no matter how outrageous what she said, Luna would definitely believe it, especially since it was true.

"If you need me, I'll take you there."

Hermione ruffled Luna's soft silver hair.

Luna squinted her eyes happily, like a kitten whose fur was stroked.

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

……

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

Divination classroom.

The air was filled with rich incense and the lights were dim, giving people a mysterious and depressing feeling.

Professor Sybill Trelawney stood at the podium, her large, hyperthyroid eyes flickering behind thick lenses, and her voice was erratic, as if she was talking in a sleep.

Highlight a mysterious person.

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

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

"By observing the traces left by tea leaves at the bottom of the cup, we can peek into the secrets of fate..."

Trelawney's voice echoed in the classroom, and the students fell into drowsiness.

This course highlights a mysterious aspect.

"Now, please drink up all the tea in your cup, then turn the cup upside down on the saucer and gently rotate it three times..."

The students followed their instructions mechanically.

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

She had no interest in divination classes.

Mainly because it is not in the magic book.

Her evaluation is: Not as good as the Eye of Agamotto.

Why do you want to tell fortunes? Isn't it better to just look at it directly?

"Oh, I want it so badly... Ancient One, when will you die..." Hermione supported her chin with her hand and swung her calves back and forth under the table.

"What do you mean by death?" Ron came closer and whispered, "Who did you kill again?"

"Your rat," Hermione said without turning around.

Ron was startled and quickly looked into his pocket. Seeing that "Scabbers" was still in his pocket, he breathed a sigh of relief and said unhappily:

"Hermione you're scaring me again."

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

You're so proud of having slept with an old man for more than ten years... Hermione glanced at the mouse and complained in her heart.

Which good person likes big black rats?

After the car crash at the beginning of last school year, Ron received a letter from home.

Of course, it was Molly's howler letter.

As for the content... apart from blasting Ron, he was also told that Scabbers had found the Burrow on his own.

Ron was very surprised, but Hermione was not. She didn't think it would be so easy to kill it. After all, it was not a real mouse.

Banban seemed to understand the conversation between the two. He looked at Hermione secretly with his dark eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Hermione's eyes became fierce and fierce.

What are you looking at? Be careful, Gus warned.

Banban was so scared that he shrank his neck, squeaked, and hid in the pocket without daring to show his head.

I don’t like the big black rat, not because this guy is so bad.

Can anyone be more evil than her and Tom Cruise?

Mainly because Hermione is a beauty-conscious person, and this guy is really ugly in person.

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

This was true whether it was cutting off one's own fingers or forcing oneself to be a mouse for twelve years and not transforming back into a human form.

Hermione had never seen anyone who was so afraid of death. He wanted to live even if he had to linger on. He was truly ruthless.

When it comes to staying alive, its determination is stronger than that of most wizards.

"Okay, kids, now please look carefully at the tea residue at the bottom of the cup and see what pattern it forms."

Trelawney's voice rang out again.

"Then, compare it with the explanation in the textbook and interpret your destiny..."

The students picked up their textbooks and compared them with frowns.

"I saw a... rat-like pattern!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh, Ron, that stands for 'unlucky', you might get into some trouble..." Trelawney said in her pompous tone.

Ron's face instantly fell.

Trelawney walked over to Harry and looked down at his teacup.

The eye of hyperthyroidism suddenly shrank.

"what--!"

Trelawney suddenly became ill, uttered a scream, and her body shook violently, as if she were having a seizure.

This sudden shout startled the students around, and many of them almost dropped their teacups.

Harry was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his chair.

He looked at Trelawney in bewilderment, wondering if this professor had some serious illness.

Trelawney stared at Harry, her face pale, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but it was as if something was strangling her throat and no sound came out.

"you you……"

Trelawney pointed at Harry, her voice trembling and breaking.

"There is...an ominous sign on you!"

She took a deep breath, as if finally speaking out the words stuck in her throat.

"I saw a big ghost dog!"

Trelawney's voice was sharp and piercing, echoing through the classroom.

"It portends...death!"

Harry froze.

Ghost big dog?

die?

Could it be... related to Voldemort again?

Harry felt uneasy.

He forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Professor, can you... give me more details?"

Trelawney shook her head, her eyes blurry.

"Things like prophecy... can only be made by nature..."

She said in a mysterious tone.

"You can't... force it..."

"The future... cannot be accurately predicted..."

Harry:…