Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - Vol 2 Chapter 1820

Hermione ducked, dodging the green light. This made Quirrell angry, his face contorted and his voice a little harsh.

“How dare you dodge, the disobedient students must be punished. I will kill you and maintain order in the classroom.” Quirrell pointed his wand at Hermione again, “Avada!”

This guy is crazy. He uses the Killing Curse on disobedient students. What kind of punishment is this? It’s killing people! Even a school run by a dark wizard can’t do such a thing.

Hermione rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the Killing Curse, and pulled out her wand to fight back. She fired a stun spell. Taking advantage of Quirrell’s dodging, Hermione’s wand swung quickly, and the table, chair and bench beside it rose into the air. He smashed towards Quirrell at great speed.

She knew that she was no match for Quirrell, not to mention that Voldemort was behind Quirrell’s head and had to find… Hermione stopped, surprised to see Quirrell being hit by a desk and chair.

He cursed and waved his wand wildly for a while, but nothing happened, then he was hit by the table and chairs whizzing away, and fell heavily to the ground, in a coma.

The table and chair fell on him, making a shocking rumbling sound.

Quirrell has this kind of power?

This is impossible!

“Sure enough, I’m dreaming!” Hermione blinked and put down her wand in disbelief.

“My God, you beat Professor Quirrell!” a student shouted.

Hermione turned her head to see a Slytherin boy who had never spoken.

What’s his name?

Just when she was thinking about this, another boy shouted, “What is this magic you used just now, I have never seen it before!”

“It’s amazing, how can you be so strong.”

“Better than Professor Quirrell, it’s unbelievable.”

“Unbelievable, I must be dreaming.”

It was in a dream, but it was in my own dream.

Hermione saw all the students gathered around, no one cared about Quirrell who fell unconscious on the ground, and no one cared that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curse just now. They all praised her, including Slytherin’s. Hermione, including the students, had never seen them speak to her with such awe.

It feels good, this is impossible in reality, no matter how good she is in school, Slytherin students don’t care, it’s good not to call her a mudblood.

Looking at the Slytherin students who kept praising themselves and even asking her to teach them magic, the sense of disobedience in the magic spell classroom just now came out again, and it was much stronger.

Although in the real world, she had some thoughts like this, but Hermione didn’t think it made any sense. She didn’t want to be praised by the Slytherins. She pushed the students around her hard and left the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. .

no one is chasing…

Hermione couldn’t stay here, she was going to look for the house elf, but she stopped just after walking two corridors, and Ai Wen was following her.

“Hey, Hermione, the magic just now is awesome.” Ivan said with a smile, “I dare to say that the professors can’t use it.”

“Ai Wen…” Hermione’s thoughts were complicated, looking at Ai Wen who came over. Even if she knew it wasn’t true, she wanted to chat with Ai Wen.

“In a few years, your spellcasting level will surpass other professors, even more powerful than Dumbledore, and become the strongest wizard.” Ivan continued to praise Hermione.

“I’m not that good, you’re much better than me.” Hermione looked at Ai Wen deeply, her mood swings getting worse and worse, even if she knew she wouldn’t get the answer, she couldn’t help but ask, “You Will definitely be back, won’t it?”

“Yes, I’ll be here with you, I won’t go anywhere.” Ai Wen said firmly, walking to Hermione with a smile, “You know, since the first time I saw you, I’ve fallen in love with you, It’s that uncontrollable liking… stay here forever, be my girlfriend, okay?”

Is this… a confession? !

Hermione’s heart paused for a moment, and she felt as if her face was blushing. In the real world, Ai Wen also said similar things, but never once was this straightforward. Complicated emotions flooded her mind, mixed with surprise and excitement, as well as some feelings she couldn’t express.

She stared at Ai Wen, tears flowed uncontrollably, and choked, “Promise me, you must come back, I’m waiting for you, I want to hear you say this to me in the real world.”

“This is reality, as long as you want, we can be here forever…”

“No!” Hermione shook her head vigorously, raising her hands to dry her tears, “This is just a dream, I want to see you in the real world, and when you come back, we will be together forever.”

Hermione knew that these words were for herself. Although she was immersed in it for a moment, she quickly woke up. This was a dream, not the real world.

Ivan is not a student of Slytherin, nor is he at Hogwarts. The most important point is, what the **** is this first-year Ivan? !

Although Hermione felt very kind and fond of the first-year Ai Wen, it was too strange for an eleven-year-old child to confess to her, even if Hermione was eleven years old now.

If she is really reborn and goes back to Hogwarts, she doesn’t plan to fall in love in the first year, so much magic knowledge has not been learned, Voldemort has not solved it, and… If you really want to be reborn back to the first year, there are too many things to do .

Of course, Ai Wen is also very important, but the relationship must be determined after the fourth grade, it can’t be earlier. If Voldemort returns again and the situation deteriorates, the engagement could be earlier.

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One last glance at Ivan, Hermione left resolutely, she knew that she was going to end this strange dream. When Hermione returned to the hall, the sky was completely dark, it was daytime just now, but now it was night in an instant.

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Cheerful music echoed in the auditorium, and colorful decorations were everywhere. A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceilings, and a thousand more swirled and fluttered over the dining table like low clouds, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly flicker.

Delicious food is served on golden plates, just like the school opening banquet. When Hermione entered the auditorium, it was already full of students, and everyone was happily eating their dishes.

On the podium, except Quirrell, all the other professors sat there. Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and that shimmering signature white beard… Dumbledore, whom Hermione thought she would never see again.

The festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, mobilizing people’s emotions. Hermione looked around until Parvati and Lavender called her over.