Chapter 195 You are all over the screen

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Hermione felt like everything was back to when she first entered the first grade. She was alone at all times. She went to class alone, ate alone, and went to the library alone. Her classmates kept a distance from her... Oh, you can't say that. , she could feel several pairs of worried eyes falling on her, but she kept hesitating whether to get closer.

"We should comfort and comfort her."

The students left the Great Hall in an endless stream, and there were not many people at the Gryffindor table. Harry, who was a little unable to bear it, tried to persuade Ron, but he was rejected by Ron, who was still angry.

"I think we can use this opportunity to change her arrogant temperament!"

When Ron's angry words reached her ears, Hermione's lips tightened suddenly, and she suddenly felt the urge to cry. However, she tried her best to resist the urge, grabbed her schoolbag and stood up to leave. .

"Miss Granger, please stay -"

Hermione turned around in surprise and saw Professor Blaine standing up from the staff table and striding towards her.

"I hope you will find time to stop by my office before dinner, Miss Granger."

Ignoring those curious peeps, Amosta looked at the haggard-looking Hermione and calmly dropped these words.

"But, Professor--"

Suddenly, Hermione suddenly had not visited Professor Blaine alone since he returned to Hogwarts. This was a very rude thing, especially for a person who had treated her too much many times. The professor who helped me was a little too cold.

"I probably can't spare the time, Professor Brain. I have two classes in the afternoon. I need to finish my thesis on the history of magic during dinner, and I have Professor Sinistra's astronomical observations in the evening..."

Amosta raised his eyebrows, feeling a little troubled by Hermione's straightforwardness and stubbornness.

"In that case,"

Amosta said to Hermione in a tone that did not allow for decision, "You come with me now, Miss Granger."

"Professor Blaine also knows what's wrong with Hermione, that disgusting beast,"

When a confused Hermione followed Professor Blaine and left, Ron immediately said impatiently,

"Did he call her there to persuade her to throw it away?"

"I don't think it's likely, Ron."

Harry said a little helplessly,

"Professor Brain is not going to get into trouble just because a cat ate a mouse."

........

"professor--"

Opening the window, the sky was still an unpleasant gray. On the wet lawn, Mrs. Hooch was teaching the first-year Ravenclaw wizards how to sit steadily on a broomstick.

Amosta groped around in his arms, took out a bottle of light green potion and poured a few drops into the teacup. Then, he poured boiling tea and handed it to Hermione with confused eyes. Returned to his seat behind the desk.

"When I went to visit Professor Snape yesterday, I took some dry Billywig pins from him and brewed some sobering potion for myself. However," Amosta also took away the medicine bottle containing the sobering potion. Putting it in front of Hermione, "I think you might need it more than I do."

"Oh, thank you, Professor!"

Hermione bit her lip and said movedly.

Amosta waved his hand casually, signaling Hermione to wake up first, and the office fell into silence. Only the cold wind that broke through the window grille was fluttering the two wizard robes.

"yesterday afternoon--"

Amosta, who had been staring at the rippling microwaves of the black lake, was keenly aware of Hermione who was obviously in better spirits after breathing a sigh of relief. He turned his head and said with a smile,

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley came to see me,"

Hermione immediately became nervous. She thought Professor Blaine was going to blame her for not coming to visit him with them, but she was caught off guard when she heard...

"They told me that because of Crookshanks, Ron's rat named Scabbers doesn't seem to be doing well lately?"

Hermione suddenly showed a sad expression, she lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes,

"Banban is dead..."

After a while, Hermione said with a cry.

died? !

"He thought it was Crookshanks who did it. When did it happen?"

After understanding the general story of the matter, looking at the little witch whose thin shoulders were trembling slightly, Amosta frowned unnoticeably, feeling a little confused inside.

In order to prevent inexplicable people from entering and exiting the Shrieking Shack, the warning spell you set around the house will feedback any living creatures with certain magical powers that try to break into the room, and automatically attach a positioning mark, Amosta The reason for doing this is so that if someone accidentally breaks in and actually finds something, you can find them in time to erase the memory.

While dining in the auditorium last night, judging from the feedback from the alert magic, Crookshanks probably didn't have enough time to commit a crime...

"It's not necessarily a cat that eats mice. It's possible that an owl slipped in through the window..."

"But there's Crookshanks hair on Ron's bed."

Professor Braine did not immediately accuse Crookshanks of committing the crime, which made Hermione very grateful. However, Hermione could not pretend that that was the case with Professor Braine's speculation.

"Well, if that's the case..."

Amosta rested his elbows on the armrests, rested his chin on his palms, and said thoughtfully,

"Have you ever tried to use the time-turner to sneak back and have a look?"

"No, Professor—"

After drinking some sobering potion, Hermione, who was thinking quickly, immediately shook her head.

"This is against the law, Professor Blaine. Professor McGonagall warned me sternly when he gave it to me, not to use it for..."

As she spoke, Hermione suddenly realized what she was talking about. She widened her beautiful eyes and stared at the smiling Professor Blaine with a frightened expression on her face.

The silence continues, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

Bang!

Suddenly, Hermione jumped up from her stool and staggered back a few steps.

"Professor B-Professor Blaine, you know... You are Professor McGonagall... Oh, it's impossible. This is something that needs to be kept strictly confidential. I didn't even tell Harry and Ron. Professor McGonagall didn't Might tell you!”

"Haha, don't be nervous, Miss Granger, I have no intention of sending you to Azkaban."

Looking at Hermione who was a little nervous, Amosta teased.

"But!" Hermione still looked puzzled, "How did you know...if Professor McGonagall didn't tell you?"

"Harry and Ron didn't tell you the Weasley brothers' speculation about my means of preventing Black from breaking into the castle again?"

Using the time turner, a magical alchemy tool, means that one can spend a lot more time studying than others. In the eyes of others, this is equivalent to using cheating to improve academic performance. Professor Blaine rashly exposed it, and Hermione's Her face was flushed, but after hearing this question, a hint of sadness appeared on her cheeks unconsciously.

"No, Professor—"

At Professor Blaine's request, Hermione sat back on the chair again. She shook her head aggrievedly and said,

"Because of the Crookshanks incident, the two of them don't like to talk to me recently..."

Amosta called Hermione into his office, not just to have a casual conversation with her. After understanding what happened, he waved his hand, and the black curtain opposite the desk opened with a swish, and hundreds of young people behind the curtain A small divider with swaying figures is exposed to the air.

"You are very cautious, Hermione. You strictly abide by the operating instructions of the Time Turner during use--"

Amosta said amusedly,

"But to me, it's always a weird thing to see your sneaky figure all over the screen...,

Fortunately, my brain is flexible and I guessed what was going on. Otherwise, I should have rushed into Professor McGonagall's classroom to check whether any of the "Hermione Grangers" were drunk. Sirius Black who had Polyjuice Potion! "



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