HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Reina opened her eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling. That was her room.

Strange, am I not dead? Reina was wondering in her heart, she remembered that a killing curse seemed to be shot at her...

And Nagini!

Reina touched her shoulder. The piercing pain there was gone, and she no longer felt dizzy from the snake venom. Was she saved? Was the war over? Why was she in Talros Manor?

Lena stepped on the carpet barefoot, her whole body felt particularly refreshed, but something seemed to be wrong? Lena looked at her room, and there was a strange familiarity...

Lena slowly walked to the mirror. The person in the mirror was still her, but obviously, she was no longer the 17-year-old her. If she had become mature and old, perhaps she could explain it by being in a coma for several years or decades, but the person in the mirror was her childhood self.

The dwarf in the mirror was making the same movements as her. There were many things missing from the room, and the decorations were all from several years ago.

Dream? Could it be that I had a dream that lasted for seven years?

However, Reina's guess was soon shaken when she saw a letter on the table - the Hogwarts admission letter.

Reina cut open the wax and found the same letter with the same requirements on the list.

What does this mean? Has she returned to the past? How is this possible? Is this some kind of illusion? What is the power of the snake?

"Miss! That owl and Obos are fighting! Come and have a look--"

It was Lor's voice outside the door.

"Which owl?" Reina was confirming something.

"It's the one you said came from Hogwarts. When we were feeding it, Obos flew over. The living room was full of its feathers. Obos was really disobedient. Lor wanted to clean up again..."

"understood."

Lena wrote a reply and asked Piss to send the owl out.

The calendar in the room showed that it was 1991. Reina didn't have her own wand, so she touched the red oak wand left by her father.

"The true form is revealed." Nothing has changed.

"The water is like a spring...it is growing rapidly...the glass is shattering..."

All other spells worked, but there was no way to break through the illusion.

Logically speaking, one wouldn't have any concept of illusion when in an illusion. Could it be that everything before was just a dream? But it was too real. Reina could only keep the doubts in her heart and slowly look for the answer.

On the 31st, she went to Diagon Alley to prepare her school supplies. She saw familiar textbooks and supplies, and even occasionally saw "acquaintances". This feeling was so strange.

Suddenly, she seemed to bump into someone.

"Hey! What are you doing? Don't you have eyes?" A flash of platinum came into view.

Reina's hair was covered with hair gel and her face was young and tender.

"Hey, are you deaf? I said you bumped into me, and you didn't even say a word?" he said impatiently.

"Sorry, Draco..." Reina said subconsciously.

"You know my name?" Draco squinted his eyes and looked at Lena.

"Well... I've seen you before, the Malfoys."

Reina explained.

Draco raised his eyebrows, raised his chin, and said proudly, "Yes, it's me, Draco Malfoy. You are also a freshman at Hogwarts, what's your name?"

"Hermarena Tallos..."

"Talros...Okay, I'll remember you. Move aside, I have something else to do." Draco pushed Lena away.

"Wait, de…Malfoy."

Draco turned around impatiently, crossed his arms, and said, "What else do you want?"

"Um...has anything strange happened to you recently?" Reina asked cryptically.

"Like you?" Draco couldn't help laughing. "Weird person?" He glanced at him unfriendly and left.

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Reina came to Ollivander's wand shop. Just like before, the wand was made of cedar wood, with a thunderbird tail feather core, twelve and three-quarters long, and inelastic. The first wand she tried was her own.

Looking at her old friend, Reina felt mixed emotions. She told Mr. Ollivander that perhaps this wand had a more suitable owner, a more powerful and determined wizard.

But Ollivander still said the same thing: the wand chooses the wizard, and even he cannot decide where the wand goes.

So, you still want to follow me, right? Even though I've died once. Reina looked at the bare wand. Whether it was real or fake, this wand had accompanied her for such a long time.

Sitting on the Hogwarts Express, Reina was enrolled in Hogwarts again. She rejected the Sorting Hat's idea of ​​assigning her to Ravenclaw and still chose Slytherin.

That Saturday, Rena knocked on Snape's office door.

"Come in."

The door slowly opened and Reina walked in.

"What's the matter?" Snape was preparing potions. Snape was responsible for some of the potions in the medical wing, and sometimes excellent potions made by students would also be submitted there.

"Professor, I would like to apply for permission to borrow books from the restricted area."

Snape paused.

"I don't think I'm old enough to have auditory hallucinations, Miss Talros. What did you just say? Borrowing permission from the restricted section?"

"Yes, Professor Snape." Lena gave a harmless smile.

He waved his wand, and the unfinished potion on the operating table was covered by a slightly transparent cover.

"What makes you so interested in the contents of the Restricted Books Section? Tell me about it. You should know why it is called the Restricted Books Section."

"I want to find some magic about time, or prophecy, or illusion magic, dream..."

"It seems like there are still a lot of things you are looking for--" Snape sat on the sofa and waved his hand. Reina was also brought to the sofa in front of him and forced to sit down.

Snape crossed his legs and motioned for Lena to explain herself.

"Ah, it's just because I had a dream that was a bit too strange, and I was very interested in some of the phenomena in it, so I wanted to learn more about it, but the books in the school library didn't have relevant content."

"What dream?"

“I dreamed that I grew up and participated in a war, then died in the war and returned to my childhood, and began to experience some things repeatedly. So after waking up, I wanted to know if there was such magic in the world.”

"Based on my level of knowledge, no. Of course, magic is a very magical thing. Even Merlin doesn't understand all of it, so I can't make a conclusion," said Snape.

"So I can—"

"No." Snape refused decisively.

“Thanks… ah?” Reina was surprised for a second.

"Only senior students can apply to their respective deans for admission to the restricted area, and they need to have a sufficiently reasonable reason or an accurate study direction." Snape said slowly, without too much emotion. "I'm so sorry, you don't meet these three requirements. Although your story sounds very attractive, I cannot approve your application."

"You can ask me again in the fourth grade. Maybe I will consider it then."

“Isn’t that too late…” Reina muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing...nothing. In that case, I'll be leaving first, Professor."

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