Chapter 326
Hermione: Maybe it’s a god?
Chapter 326 Hermione: Maybe it’s a god?
Before leaving Professor McGonagall's office, Wade and Hermione both hung the Time Turner around their necks and hid it in their school robes to avoid being seen.
The two walked side by side in the empty corridor, too excited to say a word. As they walked, Hermione jumped twice on the spot.
"time!"
Hermione said excitedly, "Vader, this is a time-turner! It's so cool! No wonder when I asked Percy how to complete the twelve subjects successfully, he said he couldn't tell me, but I will know when the time comes."
"Ah."
Vader touched the outline of the time converter through his clothes and wondered, "I wonder who was the first person to discover that the power of time can be tamed."
"Even though I'm a wizard, I still think - maybe it's a god?"
Hermione thought for a moment and said, "I've never seen any spells related to time in a book."
Wade said: "Professor Murray once lent me a book that said the time converter itself has no unique function. It is a magic called the Time Reversal Spell that allows people to travel through time and space."
Hermione immediately became interested: "Time reversal spell?"
"Unfortunately, this spell has not been passed down, and it is not even certain whether it really exists."
Wade shook his head and stopped letting his thoughts wander. He said, "But... don't you think that [Restored to the Original State] is also a spell that reverses time?"
Hermione thought.
As they talked, the two of them unconsciously slowed down their pace, and when Professor McGonagall hurried over from her office, she found the two of them still standing stupidly at the door of the auditorium.
"What are you two doing standing here?"
Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind.
Hermione was so startled that she almost jumped. Vader turned and said, "We want to wait until the Sorting Ceremony is over before we go in, Professor."
Professor McGonagall smiled approvingly, and then said, "The Sorting Ceremony should be over by now. Follow me!"
The witch pushed open the door of the auditorium, and many students looked over there.
Professor McGonagall walked calmly to the teaching desk, while Wade and Hermione returned to their respective houses.
"What did Professor McGonagall ask you to do?" Ron asked curiously.
"Um... it's the course schedule for the new semester. As you know, I've chosen twelve courses."
Hermione said vaguely.
Percy, who was sitting in front of the Gryffindor table, turned around and nodded at Hermione with a smile. The two exchanged a knowing smile.
Michael deliberately sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, leaving a position that was convenient for Wade to enter and exit.
However, when Wade came back, he was busy showing the leaf umbrella in his hand to some pretty girls, so she didn't bother to talk to Wade. She just gave him a look in her busy schedule.
Wade looked at the teachers' seats in front of him - the people sitting in front were almost the same as at the end of last semester, especially Professor Abigail, who was still sitting next to Snape with a half-smile on her face, while Professor Snape had a gloomy face as always.
Near the edge of the long table sat a large man - Hagrid was dressed much more respectably than before, not like a raw meat-eating savage, but his hair and beard were still messy.
Dumbledore stood up and spoke. "Welcome!" he said happily, "Welcome to Hogwarts! I hope we can still have a colorful new year!"
The students all burst into laughter, and the Weasley brothers shouted loudly: "Professor! Is there a challenge in September? What monsters are we going to defeat?!"
"Oh, my old friends in the Forbidden Forest may not be willing to be beaten, but speaking of which, I once encountered a mutant carnivorous slug in the forest. It bit my friend Sean and ate him. When we pulled poor Sean out, he was covered with..."
"Cough, cough!" Professor McGonagall suddenly coughed twice.
Dumbledore paused for a moment as he recalled the past, and after two seconds he said:
"Let's stop talking about affecting appetite! This year, we are very happy to have another outstanding member join our teaching team——"
"Rubeau Hagrid!"
Hagrid's face turned red with joy. He quickly stood up and waved to everyone, and everyone's eyes moved upwards.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Professor Kettleburn of the Care of Magical Creatures class has retired in order to spend more time with his remaining little rascals. Hagrid will fill his vacancy and serve as the professor of Care of Magical Creatures in addition to serving as the gamekeeper!"
A few seconds later, warm applause broke out from the Gryffindor table, and after a while, the applause from other houses hesitantly followed.
Hagrid gave a nervous smile and stood awkwardly for a while before sitting down at the reminder of Professor McGonagall.
Even when sitting, he was much taller than Professor McGonagall next to him, not to mention Professor Flitwick on the other side - this professor with goblin blood looked like a little doll against Hagrid's background.
"Dumbledore is getting more and more crazy!" Draco Malfoy sneered, "He actually hired a servant to be our professor! I really wish I was in Durmstrang now!"
The Slytherins around him followed suit.
Ever since Malfoy accidentally nearly killed Crabbe last semester, the students around him were initially very afraid of him and kept their distance from him.
But after a while, they gathered around him again, and their attitude was more respectful than before.
In the past, they only tried to please Malfoy because of his family's money, but now they gathered around him because of him.
"I also took Care of Magical Creatures."
Michael's face turned pale, and he asked, "Ved, I know you have a good relationship with him... So, this... Professor Hagrid, besides being tall, shouldn't fight with students, right?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Professor Abigail in the teacher's seat, and it was obvious that he was still frightened.
Wade didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Hagrid was the referee many times when you participated in the maze challenge. You should know that he has a good temper."
"The good temper of a gamekeeper is not the same as the good temper of a school professor."
Michael said seriously, "And your applause was a bit perfunctory...If you were happy to have him as our professor, you wouldn't do that."
Wade smiled helplessly and said, "Hagrid likes dragons."
Michael was puzzled: "Who doesn't like dragons? As long as they don't attack me."
"Even if Hagrid was attacked by a dragon, he would just think these little guys are cute and charming - that's the difference between you," said Wade.
(End of this chapter)