My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm a witch, or more precisely, my master's slave. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Before the age of eleven, I didn't believe that there were wizards in this world, even though strange things happened around me from time to time, and even my parents couldn't explain it with science.

Until the summer vacation when I was eleven years old...... Everything has changed......

It's hard to pinpoint how much that day affected me, just as using a time turner doesn't change what happened. If it hadn't been for that, maybe I wouldn't be where I am at all, and who knows, maybe I might have taken my parents' job and become a dentist as well? Maybe, maybe not. But it doesn't matter, because it can't happen.

I remember it was a day in July, and in fact, before that day, I noticed that something was wrong. On the courtyard wall in front of my house, a cat would often appear staring at me. I'm sure it's staring at me, but my parents thought it was me thinking too much, and they even took me to the psychiatrist. God, I have to say that going to a psychiatrist is the worst memory of my life, even going to San Diego Hospital is better than going to a Muggle psychiatrist.

A few days later, a professor who claimed to be McGonagall showed up at my door and invited me to attend a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts. But I ended up going to this weird-sounding school and started a different life......

It was in first grade, and I was placed in a school called Gryffindor, where I met many wizards my age or older, including two boys, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I have to say that I had a terrible eye for people at the time, the two of them, one of them relied on the school teachers' favor for him and broke the school rules wantonly, and the other was even more hateful, arrogant and arrogant, I can't imagine that if he hadn't hugged Harry Potter on the thigh, he would have been kicked home before the end of the first grade. But it was only after I slowly understood their essence that I saw this, but by the time I saw this, it was already a little late, and even my master thought that it would be more useful for me to stay with them, so I had to go around with them all day, and make a false deal with them. It's funny that these two people still like me, and even fight for me, and I have to say that Gryffindor is a group of brainless hot-blooded young people.

In fact, it was also from the first grade that I realized that there are big differences between people, and there are some things in talent that you can't make up for with your efforts, at least those two Gryffindors, no matter how hard they try, will not catch up with the master's back, in fact, the master's footsteps, even Miss Stirling, who is also amazing at this level, can't completely keep up.

Going back to the story of first grade, my life was not peaceful from day one. It seems that those students from the wizarding world don't have much knowledge than me, and even they can't even do the pre-study before class, it's really hard to imagine. However, it was also my chance, and I found that it didn't take much effort to gain the affection and appreciation of my teachers in this way, which was also popular in the Muggle world. However, this is not a panacea, compared to those children who came from the wizarding world, I found that I didn't have much talent in magic control, only Neville Longbottom seemed to be worse than me, and even Harry Potter, who also grew up in the Muggle world, did a great job in magic control.

Harry Potter is a celebrity in the wizarding world, because when he was a year old he defeated the Dark Lord whose name he couldn't even mention, but this was all I saw in books, the first time I saw him, on the train, and I didn't notice anything different about him at the time, except for the scar on his head.

It was around Halloween in the first grade, and I decided to get closer to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley after they rescued me from the trolls, and I was confronted with all sorts of questions and stories. It was also in that series of encounters that I met my master, even if she was so special at the sorting ceremony.

At that time, I was not sensible, I just thought that a girl as old as myself could make any difference, but I was wrong...... It wasn't until third grade that I realized the problem and fell under my master's pomegranate skirt because of it. However, when I was in the first grade, I didn't realize this, and even went toe-to-toe with my master......