A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 475: Fix time converter

"Don't worry, Hermione, Hedwig will send the letter to your parents on time." Harry said confidently, "It has never missed it, and Professor McGonagall also said that the professor will be there on the day of the competition." Picking up people at home will not waste time."

"I'm not worried about that... I, alas." Hermione sighed, "They mentioned in their reply that they went to Diagon Alley, saying it was to exchange coins"

"Normal," said Ron.

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

Harry and Ron looked at each other, they didn't have this trouble, Ron's family was a wizard, and Harry, he didn't think the Dursleys would secretly go to Diagon Alley to inquire about his safety, they just Will pray that he has an accident and never goes back. And the only relative in Harry's heart is Sirius.

"This kind of thing can't be avoided," Ron reassured her, "they will know sooner or later"

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

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

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 are well prepared, and there is no need to work so hard for the remaining two days."

Usually, Hermione would definitely be the first to jump up and object, but today she acquiesced to what Harry said, sitting on the mat with her knees hugged, looking very helpless.

Harry and Ron didn't know how to comfort her. They stood silently for a while. Harry took out the magic book from his schoolbag. He had read it from beginning to end. The professor said that this book had a great influence on him. It is weak, and the magic inside may last for a few months, so I just gave it to him as a souvenir.

"Do you think it's the influence of this book?" Ron leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Hermione has read it too, hasn't she?"

"That was last week," Harry also replied in a low voice, he didn't think it was the influence of the book, "the magic effect won't last that long."

"You're right," said Ron. He took out the magic handbook from his schoolbag, read the short story on it, and occasionally raised his head to look at Hermione in the distance. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "No matter how many times I read it, it's still so scary... I wonder if Hermione would dare to use the Time-Turner if she had read these stories in third grade? I mean, what if She turned a few more times..."

Hermione stood up suddenly, took a few gulps of breath, and picked up her schoolbag.

"You're right, I'd better find something to do." She said and walked out of the classroom.

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

A quaint door appeared in front of them.

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

The room is very spacious, with several huge workbenches in the center, on which there are all kinds of strange devices, strangely shaped glass bottles, solid wood toolboxes placed randomly, golden balances, weights , Crucible... There are two bookshelves standing against the wall, which are filled with common alchemy books.

Hermione put down her schoolbag, took out the Time-Turner from inside, and glanced back at Harry, who tactfully handed her the dusty 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 procrastinate," Hermione said calmly, "and it's not a repair, just take it apart and replace a part... With Nick Flamel's successful experience, I'm pretty sure."

"I hope it's as easy as she said," said Ron hopefully.

Harry thought he'd see a screwdriver or something, at most a screwdriver that could turn a screw by itself... but Hermione just held her wand, muttering long spells, tapping the gold timer once or twice, or It was to outline a few runes and alchemical symbols, and imprint them 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 of their own breathing. will affect her.

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

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

"What do we need to do?" Harry asked hurriedly, and he and Ron leaned together next to the Time-Turner.

"Grab it, take the old hourglass off, and replace it with the flat-headed one! Come on!" said Hermione, flushing as she struggled to maintain her magic.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and stretched out their hands anxiously. Harry grabbed the timer that kept spinning, like catching a golden snitch that had lost its mind, and Ron took the opportunity to break the inside "I can't take it off!" Ron yelled.

"Then try harder!" said Harry, twisting his face.

Ron gritted his teeth, put both hands on it, and pressed hard with a "click", and 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, Throw all three of them out.

Harry sat up grinning, 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 arms, Ron and Hermione both opened their mouths and looked in the same direction, and he tilted his head, opening his mouth equally in shock.

The time-turner was suspended in the air, emitting a dazzling golden light. Harry squinted his eyes, and clearly saw that the gray surface of the hourglass seemed to have been wiped by an invisible hand, and it was glowing again. The dark golden agglomerates of the material inside the hourglass melted continuously, distorted and deformed, and at the same time bloomed with a beautiful metallic luster.

I don't know how long it took before all the golden light disappeared, and the time-turner fell from mid-air, rolling twice on the ground without moving.

"We succeeded?" Ron felt incredible.

"Yeah, fortunately it succeeded," Hermione smiled, "Once it fails, we will 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 already midnight, and they returned to the lounge carefully. Before returning to the dormitory, Ron was still surprised, "Really Incredible...we fixed a complete time-turner, when can we try it again?"

"Not now," said Hermione.

"I know. I mean, by the end of the game, Hermione, I haven't felt this way!" Ron said in a pleading tone.

Be quiet for a while~IndoMTL.com~ Well," Hermione said hesitantly, "it's not that you're not allowed to use it, but it might be risky, and you've seen what happened to wizards trapped by 'time', right? ? We'd better take it to the professor to check it out first. "

Ron was persuaded, he had only one request.

"Don't tell Professor McGonagall, if she knows we have an uncontrolled time-turner, she will definitely confiscate it!"

"We can ask Professor Hemp for help." Harry chimed in. He thought Ron's words were very reasonable. In fact, except for Professor Hemp, he couldn't think of any adult who would allow them to hold a time-turner. .

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On the morning of June 23, Felix invigilated the last grade and returned to the office with a relaxed face. Varun was sitting on his desk without any image, sniffing his nose. It held a postcard in its hand, and when it saw Felix coming in, Varen raised his head and looked at him suspiciously with bright black eyes:

"Chirp! (Familiar taste!)"