days at Hogwarts

Chapter 293: Missing for one minute is like two hours

Transfiguration Classroom, in the middle back row to the right of the podium.

"So the most well-behaved Miss Granger was eating snacks in class and almost got caught?"

Loren looked at Hermione at the same table with a smile and said teasing words to tease her.He knew that the girl had already attended two classes in a row, although to him, Hermione had just left his sight a minute ago.

Hermione didn't react at all. She lay sideways on the desk, with the Transfiguration textbook and notebook on her pillow, her hands on the table, and her face facing Loren's direction.

She came right after the ancient runes get out of class and met Loren smoothly.

"Yes." Hermione replied in a soft voice. Although she was looking at Loren, her pupils were relaxed, her eyes were dull, and her vision was unfocused.

Loren stopped smiling, feeling slightly distressed.

It's tiring.

The girl exudes visible fatigue. Anyone who attends three classes without interruption and wholeheartedly will be physically and mentally exhausted.Anyone else might have jumped at the chance to slack off, but not Hermione.

It's just that this kind of fatigue from schoolwork seems a bit strange to Hermione.

"Can't the time turner be used to turn back up to five hours? Why don't you take a break after lunch and then go back to other classes?"

"Well……"

Hermione frowned slightly.

This is a question that requires thinking, but she doesn't want to use her brain now, she just wants to lie down.

She thought for a while and decided to explain in simple words: "One-way, simultaneous, dangerous."

Most of the main part of the words was omitted, but Loren actually understood her explanation:

The time turner can only go back in time. If she goes back five hours ago, it means that there will be two Hermiones existing at the same time in the next five hours, increasing the risk of the time turner being exposed.

Loren wanted to persuade her again, but when he saw Hermione's tired expression, he couldn't say anything more.

Looking at the time, Loren patted her head: "There are still 15 minutes until class, so take a good rest."

"Ah."

There was a steady warmth in his palm, which seemed to melt some of the fatigue in her head. Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed her mind.

After a while, she noticed that he had withdrawn his hand. Hermione did not open her eyes, but her beautiful eyebrows slowly furrowed between her eyebrows: "No."

Loren was stunned: "Why not?"

"hand."

Loren was stunned, then put his hand on her head again and pressed it slowly.

Hermione's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she opened them slightly. Fragments of light and shadow fell into her eyes, and she slowly closed them again.

The skin on Loren's hands was fair, and the subcutaneous veins could be faintly seen. The knuckles were clear and hard, but the touch of the fingertips was very soft. He stroked her hair and made close contact with her scalp, which made her feel very good. Comfortable and reassuring.

"Hermione?"

"Ah."

"Drop two courses."

"No..." Hermione's voice had a sticky nasal sound, a bit coquettish, "I haven't taken Arithmetic Divination before. Professor Bubbaji and Professor Babling's classes are very interesting. I also want to know more about Divination." Learn something.”

"Aren't you tired?"

Feeling that his fingers had stopped, Hermione twisted her neck and rubbed it: "You won't get tired if you press it for a while longer -"

"..."

Loren sighed helplessly and continued to rub her head slowly.

In September and early autumn, Hogwarts is neither too cold nor too hot, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold when you sleep on the table.The grass and paths outside the window are moist and fresh, and the clear blue sky shines through the glass, a tiny patch of light.

The little wizards were whispering in their seats about their elective courses and interesting things about the summer vacation.There are often girls looking at the pair, with a hint of envy in their eyes.

<divclass="contentadv">The quiet and leisurely break passed quickly, and Professor McGonagall began the first Transfiguration class of the semester.

The knowledge in the third grade involves human transformation and Animagus. Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat on the stage, with traces of glasses around the eyes.

It's just that the little wizards responded indifferently, which made Professor Maomao a little sad.

"I asked, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall transformed herself back to her original shape with a pop, and said calmly, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my transformation didn't win the applause of my classmates for the first time."

Loren stopped his quill, and Hermione looked at the new handwriting that was not her own on her notebook, wondering whether she should use a time turner to memorize today's notes at night.

Loren said coldly: "Stop reading, just this once, don't drop the class and take notes by yourself."

Hermione didn't answer, but whispered with a smile on her face, "Professor McGonagall seems to care very much, doesn't she?"

"..."

Harry in the front row hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to answer McGonagall's question: "Professor, we just had our first divination class and interpreted the tea leaves, and the result -"

"Ah, I understand." Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at everyone, "I don't know how many of you have chosen the Divination class, but you should know that Sybill Trelawney has been teaching every year since she came to this school. All predicted that a student would die. So far, none of them have died..."

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic. To be honest, I don't have much patience with it. There are very few true prophets, and Professor Trelawney -"

At this point, Professor McGonagall had a complicated expression. She stopped, and then said in a matter-of-fact tone: "In my opinion, your bodies are very healthy, and your families will be safe and healthy, so I can't suspend classes and let you You are on tenterhooks..."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the little wizards who were "cursed" in the divination class breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione's mind gradually drifted away. Professor McGonagall seemed to have always been dissatisfied with Professor Trelawney.

On the day he stayed at school during the summer vacation, Professor Trelawney made a prophecy about a meal for 13 people, and Professor McGonagall also mocked Trelawney with a joke about the axe-hand.

Hermione didn't have a good impression of Trelawney at first, but after personally experiencing Professor Babbling's prophecy, she was a little unsure.

Let’s take another look and learn more about it.

Hermione thought so.

After lunch, Gryffindor common room.

On a sofa in the corner, Hermione put down her notebook, leaned back and sunk into the soft sponge, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I won't memorize it anymore. I'll find time to memorize it at night."

Turning her eyes to Loren, who was writing and drawing next to her, she crawled along the sofa, peeked over his shoulder, and whispered: "Wolfsbane Potion Optimization Experimental Design, what is this?"

"Assignment assigned by Professor Snape." Loren replied.

"Oh!" Hermione hummed, squeezed next to him, and said in a coquettish tone, "Give me a massage."

"..."

Loren's expression was helpless, and Hermione, who was as tired as she was when she had a cold or a fever, revealed her usually hidden vulnerable side and became extra clingy.

Hermione took his hand and put it on her head. She felt the hands that were slightly larger than hers move, and she narrowed her eyes in enjoyment.

Loren pressed it slowly: "Remember to store some food in the pendant in the future."

"understood."

"When you are tired, go to the Room of Requirement. No one will find you there."

"Ok."

"..."

The soft hair flows like a river from the fingers, and the afternoon time seems to stop here, becoming slow and quiet...

I think it’s better to stay in the real world and not update it in the middle of the night.