"Where is this?" The girl opened her eyes and saw a group of warriors in battle armor and armed with spears and shields, and although the three hundred people in the front were not many, they were larger than the thousands in the back. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Hello?" Hermione hesitated to see the woman leave the leader of the three hundred warriors, only to find that - she had passed through the other man's body? she tried a few more times, but no one could touch it? Is this a dream? What are they shouting? Oh my God, this is Sparta!

Watching the army leave, the woman, Queen Leonidas, was silent for a while, walked into the sacrificial hall and knelt at the feet of the high priest, "I ask you to ask for assistance from the god-king in the life and death of Sparta. ”

God-king Zeus?

Hermione's body floated, and as the high priest climbed the mountains and mountains, she finally reached an island in a canoe in the rough seas. Hermione looked at this, Malta? Probably not, could it be the Minotaur Crete?

Floating a little higher, Hermione realized, where is this island? This is a continent. Along the way are neat marble roads and stone buildings. It seems that this place also belongs to the stage of agricultural civilization.

"Venerable God-King, your people are being slaughtered by the Persians. The high priest didn't enter the palace at all, and knelt directly outside.

"The God-King has known what has happened to you, and a thousand guards have been assembled. Go back. "A warrior walked out, passed the command and left. The high priest kowtowed violently and left excitedly.

Hermione continued to walk inside the palace. Inside the palace, was a woman? was the queen of the god-king? just a back, and Hermione thought it was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Thinking of the back killer that Luo had mocked again, he couldn't help but chuckle.

The woman, as if something was going on, left the table and turned around.

It was as if her head had exploded, and Hermione had a feeling of satisfaction even if she was dead after seeing the woman. But her mind seemed empty, and when she closed her eyes, she couldn't recall or describe what she looked like.

The woman walked towards the door, and Hermione looked at her, looking at her.

"Little girl, how did you get here?" the woman suddenly leaned down and smiled slightly mischievously, pinching Hermione's face.

"You, can you see me?" Hermione looked at her in surprise.

"Of course, sweet little girl, you haven't said where you're from. The soft voice made Hermione feel like she wanted to tell her everything she had in an instant.

"My name is Deora Regina, what about you?"

"Hermione, Hermione Granger"

"So, you're from more than 2,000 years later, and this war is also known as the Battle of Thermopylae, and Leonidas is still praised as the Three Hundred Spartan Warriors?" pulled Hermione, who had no power to resist, to sit down at the table and handed her some snacks. Hermione couldn't believe she could pick up and eat these treats!

"Well, but in history, we've never heard of it...... Here......" Hermione questioned how there really was such a powerful, according to the description of the Spartan sacrifice that could be an army of 10,000 enemies, how could there be only the story of the god Olympus.

"This is not allowed to leak out, only the Spartans are qualified to know of our existence, and only their sacrifices can contact us. ”

Deora sniffed lightly at Hermione's breath, then seemed to sense something, pointing to a section of color revealing from Hermione's pocket, "What is this?"

Hermione picked up the silk scarf and suddenly muffled, "This is ...... A good friend of mine, a very good friend sent it. However, when he looked at me, he was just looking at the owner behind the scarf. ”

"Are you jealous?" Deora laughed suddenly.

"Stupid, stupid, who, who is jealous. Hermione exploded like a kitten. However, Deora didn't give her a chance to jump, and still held her in his arms. Gently sliding her cheek over little Hermione's face.

"How can you be jealous, the dead can never be defeated. Tears fell gently on Hermione's fair neck, and Hermione felt a sadness that broke her heart.

In a shocked gaze, Hermione saw Deora take out an identical but unfinished silk scarf. Deora looked at Hermione with a broken smile, "Look, you're still traveling across time and space, eating the vinegar of an old monster from 2,000 years ago. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Hermione reached out to Deora to wipe her tears, and suddenly froze, she finally reacted to a most serious question, "How is it possible, Xiwen, Xiwen......"

"Luo's name and surname can be changed, only this one word, never changed. ”

"Sivin Lowe Swift—" Hermione suddenly felt like her brain couldn't handle these things, she clutched her head, it must have been a dream. It must have been a dream.

Deora picked up the silk scarf and wrapped it around Hermione's long hair, smiling, Hermione felt it was a determined smile. "You know, when I started making this scarf, I was already ...... I'm sorry," Deora burst into tears again, "I was selfish, I gave up on him and decided to end this long life on my own." Eternal life - I really don't have that courage. ”

"I'm really happy that he met you. Thank you, Hermione. Deora frowned suddenly, "But it seems that the smell you came from shows that he also has a familiar little girl?"

Deora thought for a moment and took off his butterfly hair ornament and put it on Hermione's hair, "I tell you, if he dares to bully you, you can take this to Siberia, where there is an even more powerful guy who can crack and clean up your Siwen." Haha" seemed to remember something, and Deora smiled happily.

As Hermione looked dumbfounded, Deora kissed the little girl on the lips. Then he patted gently, "You should go, Hermione, bless you, take my share of happiness, come on." ”

In the rapid march of the long river of return, Hermione saw that familiar figure standing alone in front of the tombstone, just standing there, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter were reincarnated. She couldn't help but walk up to the familiar figure, turned around, looked at her, a smile called sad, called her name, "Hermione." ”

"Hermione, Hermione?"

Opening her eyes, Hermione took a deep breath and saw the familiar face in front of her, "Sivin Lowe—"

"I had a dream, a long, long dream. Hermione seemed to feel the warmth of Deora's kiss on her lips.

Looking at the face that was so close, Hermione suddenly looked up, kissed it, and blushed, "This is not mine, this is her-" Hermione suddenly clenched the silk scarf in her pocket, tears streaming down her face.

The prince called out to the sleeping beauty. ”

Sleeping Beauty took the initiative to kiss the prince. ”

Sleeping Beauty cried excitedly. ”

"So touching my Fred"

"Yes, my brother George"

Suddenly, Hermione, who was standing full of people in the room, felt that steam was coming out of her head, and she grabbed the quilt to cover herself, and the Xiwen on the quilt was directly overturned.

"Ah, a touching scene, I haven't seen this in years, isn't it Minerva" Dumbledore gently wiped his half-moon glasses.

"But, Swift, Granger, you must be mindful that you are now twelve years old and fourteen, and please focus on your studies. "Professor McGonagall is still so stern.