Chapter 243: Wonderful use of time converter!

The rain lasted a full month from November.
Entered the small tail in 1993.
Whenever Hermione was on the library table, she was always in a mess.
She is not a person who doesn't like to organize, but she has too many things to see and has no time to organize.
Hermione put down the long paper of the arithmetic divination lesson in the ink, and then began to read the wizard's study of Muggle's book "What does electricity mean to Muggles?" ".
After a while, Hermione began to delve into Nuni's transformation and translation.
Hermione sighed heavily, as if carrying a heavy mountain.
"Are you happy?" Harry said.
"What?" Hermione turned her sore wrist and continued to write on the parchment with a quill, without hearing what Harry had just said.
Harry snatched Hermione's quill.
Hermione looked at Harry, not knowing what he was doing.
Harry said, "I ask you, are you happy after such hard work?"
"Of course..." Hermione couldn't say anything.
She had thought she should like this full and busy life, but she seemed to haven't even looked up the sky for a long time.
Harry said: "When you were in the first and second grades, that was not the case."
Hermione said,
I don’t know what’s wrong. I like to learn new knowledge and make me happy. But after entering the third grade, I seem to rarely laugh, and use the space converter to study for more than ten hours every day. Weekly rest time is also used to complete more than a dozen homework assignments. Isn't this the life I want?"
Hermione's eyes had faint dark circles, and it looked distressing.
"Educated and knowledgeable, such words are indeed gratifying, but you tighten yourself too hard. This kind of learning does not bring happiness, but pain."
Hermione's eyes were blank, she touched the little funnel hanging on her neck and said, "Maybe you are right."
"But..." Hermione insisted: "I still hope there is a beginning and an end, at least when my third grade is over."
After saying this, Hermione suddenly felt relaxed.
"Uh." Harry nodded.
"Actually, you didn't use the time converter like this." Harry couldn't help laughing when he didn't know what he thought of.
The smile is pure.
Hermione froze: "What do you mean?"
"I will tell you a story first."
"There is a girl named Shizaki Kuangsan, whose ability is similar to that of a time converter, and she can have different selves in the same time and space..."
...
"But is it strictly forbidden to interfere with things that were originally in space and time? It seems that all wizards think so. Traveling in space and time is a terrible and dangerous thing. No one knows what the consequences will be." Hermione finished listening to Harry. After the story, he was shocked.
"Who knows?" Harry said.
"But the point I am not talking about is this." Harry smiled harmlessly.
Hermione listened carefully.
"If we are..."
"At this time, one day later you appear here..."
"Then we can have three people...two yourself... what do you think?"
Hermione blushed, and her eyes appeared a layer of mist, shouting angrily, "I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"
She threw a heavy book of thousands of pages at Harry.
Harry evaded: "Cough, it's a bold idea...if you don't want to do it..."
Harry Potter's shamelessness once again broke through Hermione's imagination.
...
It is two weeks before the end of last semester.
The sky suddenly cleared, and the gray sky disappeared and became bright and dazzling white, just like the innocence of boiled eggs.
One morning.
Astoria jumped around Harry's stomach with excitement.
"Brother, look, it's snowing!"
Does the child have a snow sensor above his head?
Astoria always wakes up later than Harry, but wakes up inexplicably today.
Harry hugged Astoria and opened the curtains, as expected: a world of powdered jade, ice and jade, and silver.
There was white, snowflakes, furry, and sparkling everywhere, shining and shimmering on the ground, Astoria's eyes gleamed with stars, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the magnificent snow scene, giggling.
A few days ago, there was a layer of crystal hoarfrost on the wet and muddy ground.
In the ten days before Christmas, the castle is already filled with a busy Christmas atmosphere.
Professor Flivi in ​​the Curse Class began to decorate his classroom with colorful lights, which would turn into real little fairies, glowing with transparent wings and flying in the air.
The students began to discuss the holiday plan happily.
...
The last weekend is Hogsmeade Day.
Hermione was very active this time.
Because most of the sweets bought by Astoria at the Duke of Honey last time could not be eaten at all, and were distributed to Hermione and Zhang Qiu.
Hermione mailed back some of her snack owls to her parents.
Her mother wrote back that there was a kind of mint called Mao Maoya, and they liked it very much, hoping that Hermione would take more.
Saturday morning.
Snow flakes outside the window.
The castle was quiet, because it was the last week, and all the seventh graders were out.
If you look down at Hogsmeade Village from above, you will feel that Hogsmead is like a foldable, unfolded Christmas card.
Thatched-roof huts and shops are covered with a layer of fresh snow, and holly wreaths hang on the doors.
The trees were dotted with a string of enchanted candles, and they kept burning in the snow.
Harry quickly bought candy from the crowded Honey Duke and left.
If there is any change compared to the last visit to Hogsmeade, it is that the notice posted by the Ministry of Magic in front of all the stores is gone.
Astoria also wants to drink.
So they went into three broom bars.
It's lively and bustling as usual, because there will be a few days before Christmas, so there are more wizards who drink together.
This place is the best way to hear all kinds of news, and the best way to learn the ideas of ordinary wizards-although Harry didn't have this idea.
But some words still reached his ears.
"Connelly Fudge has been scorched recently."
Near the beautiful Christmas tree in the house, a group of witches sat together, Xu was drunk, and a witch made a drunken speech, without any respect for Fudge.
"What happened to him?" someone asked curiously.
"It's not Rita Skeet's business yet."
"Since the witch broke out Hogwarts was invaded by Fudge's dementors and accused Fudge's incompetence last month, she didn't know which rib was right, and she posted it every week in the Prophet Daily An article rebuking Fudge."
"Since Fudge has not yet become the Minister of Magic, but is just an ordinary member of the Ministry of Magic, one piece fell to Fudge's fault."
"God, this woman can even find out about Chen Seshen's bad news."
"Hey, I have a friend who works in the Ministry of Magic. A few days ago, he said that he saw that Fudge was almost exploded, and he broke his favorite dragon tooth cup that had been used for 20 years."
"I think he's not far from stepping down, and few wizards like him now."
"That's not necessarily." A wizard said: "I heard that Fu guitar seems to try to control the "Prophet Daily" to dominate the direction of public opinion. At that time, the pressure of public opinion formed by public opinion is not his final say. He said it is peaceful. That's a peace."
"Our group of inferior wizards, it is enough to praise him well." Some wizards sneered.
"Oh... Rita Skeeter is really good. This is the Ministry of Magic that represents public opinion. This is more than... Death Eaters led by the mysterious man."
"Hush, mute, do you want to be checked for water meters?"
"Alas, if Dumbledore could be Minister of Magic."
"If Dumbledore wanted to be a minister, he would have been thirty years ago."
No one disputes this sentence, because the entire British magic world is supported by Hogwarts graduates, it can be said that everyone has a respect for Dumbledore.
A drunken smoker lifted the glass: "You said that this is useless, I can dare to say that if Dumbledore became Minister of Magic, I Benwei Cappuccino Lu would eat this table on the spot. Now!"
"(ˉ▽￣～)切~~" All the wizards thought he was talking nonsense.
As the boss lady, Ms. Rosmerta listened to them talking and laughing, and occasionally smiled and interjected.
...
A cold wind blew in.
Harry, Zhang Qiu, Hermione, Astoria, they just got up and were about to go out.
A fat man with an unbelievable look came in. The fat man wore a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a thin striped cloak.
It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.
Lord, Connelly Fudge arrived.
"It's still red currant rum, dear." Fudge Qiang smiled and said to Ms. Rosetta.
Seeing Harry, Fudgee paused, then the two missed their bodies and did not talk.
He felt that he was really crazy, and he thought for a moment that maybe Harry Potter could help him and rescue him from this pit.
It's so funny, he's just a third-grade student, surrounded by so many girls, it can be seen that he hasn't done much in studying. If his aura is removed, what is left of him? It's just an ordinary student. There was a hint of taunt in Fudge's mouth.
Harry walked out of the bar, and when the door was closed, Fudge passed the place where the lively wizard was.
Only heard a group of voices like this: "Respect for democracy, respect for freedom, and Merry Christmas!"
"(゜-゜)つロCheers~"
Wine glasses meet.
...
In the village of Hogsmeade, a snowstorm comes.
Harry's figure disappeared in the wind and snow, and their footprints were buried by the snow.
"Harry..." Zhang Qiu followed Harry and suddenly called his name.
"Ok?"
"It's vacation time..."
"Um~EbookFREE.me~ I'm going home..."
"Ok."
"Does what you say still count?"
"?"
"I... don't want to go back to that "home" anymore."
Harry looked at Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu's eyes were shy, and her nose was freezing red.
"I will raise you for life." Harry said with a light smile.
"Giggle..." Zhang Qiu suddenly ran, circling in the snow, ponytail flying in the air.
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