Time slipped away before I knew it, and the exchange meeting arrived as scheduled.

At the morning meal in the auditorium, the students were cheering.

The teachers' seats were all empty, which allowed the students, who were much less restrained, to herd their sheep en masse.

They had a lively discussion, and the ghosts shuttled around, getting involved from time to time, and what these ghosts liked most was to be hilarious.

From time to time, owls come in with letters or packages.

Hermione nimbly carried away a large glass of milk in front of her, and then, an owl landed there, and by the way, she cooked a night of creamy soup in front of Ron.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ron, you know owls have always been like that."

She didn't apologize at all, just politely, her tone and demeanor were full of detachment.

Harry buried his head and pretended to be interested in the drumsticks.

Ron stared at him dumbfounded, he had never seen Hermione like this before, as if he were a real stranger.

Hermione removed ten copies of the Clock Tower Weekly from the package strapped to the owl's leg, the last ten weeks of periodical readings, published by the Clock Tower Magic Society.

She asked Professor McGonagall about it last night, and found out about the semi-official journal, and ordered the last ten weeks' worth of it in one go.

It's not cheap, it costs five Galleons for a serving, but fortunately, her family is a dentist, she belongs to the middle class, and her parents give her plenty of money.

"Hermione, you ordered the clock tower newspaper?"

Harry couldn't help but be curious when he saw the tall clock tower on the cover.

"Yes, I'm curious about this clock tower, you know, I almost went to school there."

She replied casually, and fed the owl a piece of buttered bread, which cooed twice, flapped its wings and flew away.

"Damn, it shook my feathers."

Ron complained, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him, and Hermione didn't even look at him.

She hurriedly finished her breakfast and left the Gryffindor table.

"She looks really angry, no, worse than that."

After she was gone, Harry gave Ron a sympathetic look.

Yesterday, Ron's herbal medicine homework was not finished, and it was Harry who helped him write it.

"How do I know what she's thinking, are girls so weird?"

……

Dumbledore waited with the school's professors in the open space outside the four towers.

He was surrounded by Snape, McGonagall, Hagrid, Ferich, and others.

They all changed into formal attire, and even Snape took care of his hair and changed into an aristocratic gown.

The most conspicuous of them all is undoubtedly Lockhart, who is dressed as if he is going to a masquerade ball, looking like a peacock on the screen, full of hormones.

At this moment, Lockhart was still chattering.

"The last time I went to Floria, I met the professor of the clock tower, and we had a friendly conversation, and of course, I always had a slight advantage. However, in order to take care of his face, he deliberately gave him a little, and later he gave him a jade pendant engraved with oriental magic script, worth two hundred Galleons. ”

"If I were to say that he was going to invite me to teach at the Clock Tower, I still liked Hogwarts, and unfortunately I had to turn him down."

"Lockhart, could you please be quiet!"

Finally, the normally old-fashioned Professor McGonagall couldn't help but stop him.

She wore a new wizard hat today, and the pointed hat made her look a little scary.

"Uh, okay, okay."

Lockhart graduated from Ravenclaw in his early years, and Professor McGonagall was probably one of his most respected and feared teachers.

In fact, Lockhart was still relatively young, as Snape had taught him.

After a while, the others stood patiently, and Lockhart couldn't help himself, muttering quietly, but quietly.

"They're coming!"

Dumbledore shouted suddenly.

Everyone cheered up. I saw only a beam of light coming down from infinity and shining on the grass.

Then, an arch was formed in the light, and the gate with an unknown magic script stood before their eyes.

The door was pushed open, and out of the back of the door came an old man who looked older than Dumbledore, his hair and beard were all white, and it was Zhang Ming who led the team this time.

He was followed by a dozen bell tower lecturers, followed by students walking out of the door in unison.

Everyone wore uniforms with clock tower patterns, the students wore more martial arts uniforms, and the instructors wore everything.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's been a long time!"

Old man Zhang Ming smiled heartily, and stepped forward to give Dumbledore a bear hug.

Lockhart swore he heard the sound of bones shattering.

"I really miss when I went to school in Ravenclaw fifty years ago, I remember when you weren't that old, but unfortunately I only stayed for less than a year before I transferred here."

Zhang Ming laughed loudly while patting Dumbledore's back vigorously.

This time, even Professor McGonagall heard a voice, as if several ribs had been broken, and perhaps it was a crack in the body.

Dumbledore's nose, which had been broken at least twice, was starting to sweat...... It hurts, and he sweats coldly.

Zhang Ming looks like a good leader, but his strength can wrestle with the dragon, where is the fragile little body of Dumbledore, who is more than a hundred years old, can be compared.

Great Hermione blended in with the ranks of the Clock Tower students, and quietly left under the cover of the glare light of the light gate.

"The magic net is connected, the permission is passed, welcome, honorable Lady Merlin, you have activated the Hogwarts regional magic network. This is your first login and you have ......"

Unhurriedly, Merlin activated the long-dormant web with the key Merlin had left her before leaving, and Hermione maintained optical stealth and force field stealth, walking among the Hogwarts towers.

The magic net here has been prepared thousands of years ago, and it has been in a low-activity dormant state, just in case it is needed.

In fact, Hermione was skeptical that Merlin had ever played with the Hogwarts students here...... After all, there are records in the history of magic that Merlin studied at Hogwarts.

"How long has that guy been here? There's even a secret passage in the girls' dormitory. ”

Big Hermione's face was red, and she looked at the instant map that appeared on the retina.

There were more than a dozen secret passages leading to the girls' dormitory, and they were all so cleverly designed that if it weren't for this picture, Big Hermione wouldn't have believed it.

"I've reincarnated so many times, but I haven't found these secret passages......"

The origin of this map is unknown, it is clearer than the map of the living spots, it is updated in real time, and it will be navigated through the open space magic net, and the target shows that it is in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory, walking to the prefect's bathroom.

Due to Hogwarts' special defensive magic, the current Great Hermione actually borrowed the name Hermione Granger and successfully deceived the castle's magic under the cover of the magic net, so she could easily enter here.

Finally, she made her way to the prefect's bathroom.

"Finally going to meet, my past self ......"

The map shows that the target is inside.

Whispering the password "Pear", she entered the prefect's bathroom.

"Time stops!"

"Spirit Cage!"

"Void Banishment!"

With a shout that ordinary people can't hear, Myrtle, who was poking her head out of the mermaid painting on the wall, was frozen at once and kicked out of the room without knowing anything.

"Alright, now we can have a good talk."

By the time everything had calmed down, Great Hermione had an extra wand in her hand, the same one she had ever had.

"I really miss it, I used to have such a wand, and then I removed it, took out the magic patterns that had been formed inside, and rubbed it onto my magic mark."

Great Hermione stretched out a smooth arm, and with a slight force, the brilliance of magic appeared, and a circular mark appeared.

"Look, doesn't the magic of the engraving sound familiar? That's the essence of the wand, every powerful wand has this similar texture, it's a unique magic, magic marking, to put it bluntly, it's a collection of this texture, it can grow. ”

"Usually wands are difficult to grow, most wands are stereotyped, the potential is limited, except for the Elder Wand, which is a special process, and I have always felt that the development of engraving borrowed from the principle of the production of the Elder Wand."

Little Hermione on the other side couldn't believe her eyes.

"You, you are the future me? Time turner? ”

"No ......"

She shook her head.

When using the time converter, try to avoid being seen by your past self, so as not to be accidentally killed by your past self and cause an endless loop.

"I'm Hermione, that's right, you're Hermione, I know."

"Don't worry, time travel rules aren't absolute. Of course, you should avoid meeting your past self, but that is really just to prevent manslaughter. For example, in the past, if you saw someone suddenly appearing and still looking like yourself, you might just raise your wand. ”

Little Hermione subconsciously looked at the wand that had been taken away.

"So, you took the wand...... No, who the hell are you? ”

"I'm Hermione."

Big Hermione smiled slyly, like a fox stealing food, squinting her eyes.

"We've got a long time to get it ...... clear"

"What time are you me? Why is there a magic mark? ”

Little Hermione sensed something was wrong.

"Ah, this is the story of the unspoken rules of the beast teacher, do you want to hear it?"

Big Hermione said indignantly.

The two Hermiones looked about the same age, but the big Hermione was frozen at sixteen, and the little Hermione was just thirteen.

Looks like twin sisters.

"But don't try to find someone. I know, at my age, I can't even use a magic wand without a wand. ”