Marvel: I, Hermione, am from Hogwarts!

He imagined the scene, and his face instantly turned deathly green.

Hermione couldn't help but smile slightly as she looked at Harry's terrified expression.

She paused deliberately, whetting Harry's appetite, before slowly beginning to speak:

"Hmm...you guessed right."

Harry was struck dumb by what he heard, and froze completely.

Recalling the scene he saw when he first opened his eyes, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he felt like vomiting.

He was actually smitten by a scruffy old man...

"No..." Harry let out a wail, shifting his body to the side again, pressing himself tightly against the car door.

Lupin was also stunned; he never expected Hermione to say that.

Seeing what Harry was thinking, his face turned green.

“Miss Granger…” Lupin said, “Please don’t use such an easily misunderstood way of speaking.”

Hermione couldn't help but laugh when she saw Lupin's embarrassed expression.

"Pfft..."

"Okay, okay, I was just kidding." Hermione waved her hand, stopping her laughter.

"In fact, you were kissed just now, but not by Professor Lupin."

"Don't believe me? Look below."

Chapter 141 Time Converter

"Don't believe me? Look below." Hermione pointed down↓↓↓.

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The dark figure exuded a suffocating chill, as if it could devour all light. Just one glance was enough to send shivers down one's spine, and fear would surge in like a tidal wave.

Harry was closest to the door, so he was the first to be hit.

He was facing the blurry face of the shadowy figure.

The shadowy figure opened its mouth and kissed Harry, as if it were sucking on something.

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“See that?” Hermione pointed up to the top.

Harry: ? ? ?

Did you take a screenshot?

Knowing he hadn't been kissed by a man, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, touched his lips with lingering fear, and asked, "What exactly is a Dementor?"

Hermione finished the apple in a few bites, tossed aside the core, and explained, "A dark creature, responsible for guarding Azkaban."

"They feed on human happiness, and those who are 'kissed' by them will lose all their beautiful memories, leaving only despair and pain."

"If you are 'kissed' by them for a long time, your soul will be sucked away, and you will become a walking corpse."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but shiver: "Thank goodness you were here, Hermione, otherwise I would have..."

He couldn't imagine the consequences of having his soul sucked away.

Harry realized he had misunderstood Lupin and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

But after all, Britain has its own national circumstances, and it's hard for him not to think in that direction.

Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, he quickly changed the subject and looked at Lu Ping, asking, "May I ask who you are?"

Lupin introduced himself: "Remus Lupin, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Harry gave an "oh," seemingly unconcerned.

"Another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor..."

He muttered something under his breath, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Hello, Professor Lupin."

Lupin noticed Harry's mood and looked at Hermione with some confusion.

Hermione shrugged.

With Quirrell before Lockhart and Lockhart after him, the title "Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor" has probably become synonymous with unreliability in their minds.

“It’s nothing, he just has a bit of PTSD about the professor in this class,” Hermione laughed.

Lupin smiled after hearing this, and made up his mind that he would definitely change Harry's impression of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Hermione said, "Professor Lupin is different from Quirrell and Lockhart; he is a man of real talent."

"He was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and was on the front lines against Voldemort back then."

Lupin looked at Hermione in surprise: "You even know that?"

After hearing Hermione's words, Harry also adjusted his attitude.

During their conversation, Harry discovered that Professor Lupin was actually a friend of his father.

Having finally met his father's good friend, Harry couldn't help but ask all sorts of questions.

Time passed quickly, and the train finally arrived at Hogwarts.

Inside the auditorium, the freshmen curiously looked around at everything, while the upperclassmen gathered in twos and threes, sharing their holiday experiences.

After the Sorting Ceremony ended, Dumbledore stood up, and the Great Hall fell silent instantly.

He cleared his throat, his voice loud yet gentle:

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to begin the new school year."

"Before you all enjoy your meal, I must announce something to you."

Dumbledore paused, his expression turning serious.

"Due to the breakout from Azkaban, the infamous Death Eater Sirius Black has escaped."

"The Ministry of Magic believes that Hogwarts might become his target, therefore..."

"The guardians of Azkaban, the Dementors, will be stationed at all the school entrances to protect everyone's safety."

"I must warn everyone that Dementors are extremely dangerous creatures."

"They feed on human happiness, and those who are 'kissed' by them will lose all their beautiful memories."

"Therefore, I hope everyone will not provoke them."

This means that Hogwarts is no longer safe.

The freshmen were terrified and turned pale, while the upperclassmen showed expressions of both fear and acceptance.

After dinner, Dumbledore stood up again, his gaze falling on Hermione.

“Miss Granger, please wait a moment while I come to my office.”

Hermione nodded, as expected.

This has become a traditional part of the start of the school year.

Luna was looking at Hermione at the Ravenclaw table.

Noticing that Hermione was also looking at her, Luna raised her little hand and waved it gently.

She blinked one eye and made a playful face.

Hermione mouthed "See you later".

……

After the event, Hermione went to the headmaster's office.

“Headmaster Dumbledore,” Hermione greeted him.

Dumbledore looked at her with a smile and took a round gold pendant from the drawer.

The pendant is inlaid with an exquisite hourglass, the sand shimmering with tiny sparkles.

“This is a Time-Turner.” Dumbledore handed her the pendant. “I was originally planning to give it to you this year to help you take more courses.”

"But now it seems that it may no longer be useful to you."

Hermione took the pendant, somewhat puzzled.

Time converter?

Of course she knew about this thing; it was a magical item that could transport people back to the most distant past.

In the original trajectory, she, as a third-year student, would indeed need this thing.

Hermione blinked and looked at Dumbledore.

Why do you say that?

Dumbledore smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when you see it."