v2 Chapter 1819： magic demo (1/2)

Driven by this idea, Hermione came to the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor of the castle, and heard Professor Quirrell's stammering voice coming from the classroom from a distance.

She opened the back door of the classroom a crack and saw Quirrell's signature large purple scarf.

In the real world, Voldemort was lurking in the scarf, but at this time they didn't know about it, and they didn't know Quirrell in the dream, was it the same?

Hermione was not interested in finding out, even seeing Voldemort in a dream would not be a happy thing, and it had nothing to do with her purpose here.

Thinking of this, she slipped in through the back door secretly, putting her finger to her lips and making a silent gesture to Hannah Abbott who looked at her in surprise.

”Hermione, how did you get here?” Hannah whispered.

”Come and listen, what did Professor Quirrell talk about?” Hermione said casually, sitting beside Hannah Abbott and Susan Burns, looking around for Aiwen.

”It's the ones, you know, about how he helped an African prince free himself from a zombie haunt...Slytherin students are booing him to demonstrate magic.”

Not surprisingly, teasing poor Professor Quirrell is something many students love to do.

Gryffindor students have also done it, usually seniors. The first year is generally more restrained. The most is to ask Quirrell's stories full of loopholes, but this is just the beginning of school. After a few months, everyone More of a sleep in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione's eyes crossed the familiar and unfamiliar faces, her heart beat abruptly, and she saw Ai Wen, next to Malfoy, just as she had seen him back then.

The only difference is that the logo on Aiwen's school uniform robe is Slytherin's.

Although it has been said many times, Hermione has to say it again. This is really a wonderful feeling. Going back to her past and seeing the first-year Aiwen, especially he is still a Slytherin, can only be Such absurd things can only happen in a dream!

Ridiculous, yet it feels fresh, with a touch of surprise and nostalgia.

I don't know if everyone will feel this way. Years and months of work and life pressure make people physically and mentally exhausted, and life seems to have no meaning. After a hard day's work, I lie in bed, open my eyes again, and find myself back in my student days, back to the one I used to be very familiar with, but I knew I would never return to. time not to go.

I became a student again, sitting in a long-lost classroom, surrounded by classmates I hadn't seen for many years, they were bustling and noisy, just like the beginning, even if the next plot development may be absurd, it is still full of nostalgia, I hope this dream can last longer.

If everything could start over, there would be no more regrets.

Hermione had the feeling right now that it wouldn't be a bad thing to re-experience the next year.

She looked at Ai Wen with interest, thinking about how to greet him for a while, and her emotions poured out uncontrollably. Everything here is exactly the same as Hogwarts, with a strong sense of reality.

Soon, other students in the classroom also noticed Hermione, and they whispered, many people turned their heads to look at her, and everyone wondered why she appeared here.

The discussion got louder and louder, even Quirrell on the podium noticed.

”G, Miss Granger!” Quirrell stammered, startled, ”Why, why are you, here? This, this is not, this is not a Gryffindor class. ”

”I'm here to sit in, Professor.”