After returning to her own time and space, Qin Hui only felt as if there were 10,000 bees flying in her head, and the whole thing was extremely noisy.

Qin Hui endured the pain, squinted at Hermione in front of hermione, and asked hesitantly; "Miss Granger, how do you feel after the time shuttle?"

"Feel!" Hermione shook her head and smiled stupidly, obviously not experiencing Qin Hui's pain.

"Let's go back to school, I have important things to do, write to Dumbledore and have him come back to replace me!" Qin Hui kept rubbing her temples, saying in unquestionable words, and then walked towards her room with messy steps.

Victor really doesn't exist anymore, although Qin Hui must have killed him by himself, but in the memories of other tutors and students in the academy, Victor still doesn't exist there. The whole world had forgotten about this person, and only Qin Hui sometimes remembered what he had said, the crystal ball that Professor Trellawney held in his hand.

Time passed little by little, and it was two years in the blink of an eye. With the passage of time, Qin Hui now has a headache every day, and she can't concentrate at all, or even fall asleep. Qin Hui thought of a lot of ways to deal with this, but whether it was magic or medicine, there was no suppression effect on this pain. That kind of pain makes people crazy, and every time she has an attack, Qin Hui even feels like she wants to commit suicide.

But Qin Hui held back, because he couldn't die, and when he died, he would never see the one he was passionate about again.

Pain, which comes from the pain in the soul, makes Qin Hui have the urge to destroy the miè world, he doesn't know what is going on, but he thinks it is related to returning to the past. The past cannot be tampered with, and everyone who tries to tamper with the past has to pay a price, and the price Qin Hui pays is the endless pain in his head.

Qin Hui, who returned to reality, took off the title of principal, because now he didn't have the energy to think about anything else. So the Ministry of Magic unanimously decided to ask Dumbledore to come back again.

In this way, Dumbledore returned, and after coming back, Dumbledore looked even older, and his temperament, which originally looked quite energetic, also became old. No one knew what Dumbledore had been through outside, but everyone was whispering that Dumbledore was really old.

Two years later, Hermione is still the same, often suddenly going insane and going insane, becoming a problem girl who is even more neurotic than Luna. Harry and Ron were also worried about this, but time can change a little, Harry and the two of them went from comforting Hermione every day at the beginning, and slowly became once every two days, then three days, and finally a week, until now, except for occasional recollections, Harry and Ron, who are already two sixteen-year-old boys, have gradually become accustomed to the days without Hermione.

Everyone has their own life, fairy tales are beautiful, but as they grow up, people always have to learn to face reality.

Sixteen is the age of impulsiveness, and Ron, who has always liked Hermione, is no exception. So one time when Hermione was asleep, Ron, who went alone, slowly untied Hermione's clothes with the drug he got from outside.

I'm tempted to say that Hermione woke up suddenly, that Ron didn't succeed, or that Harry or the other mentors arrived in time to stop Ron's behavior.

But this is reality, not a fairy tale.

No one knows what happened that night, but Hermione's condition has gotten worse since then. Hermione refused to be approached by anyone, not even opening the door to Harry after his arrival. In the few waking hours she had, Hermione liked to lock herself in her house and force herself to believe in God's being.

The current Gryffindor Golden Trio is no longer Zài, and some are just Ron, who has become a playboy, Harry, and finally Hermione, the madman who has become a joke

Everyone has to pay for their actions, Hermione is crazy when she goes back to the past, and Qin Hui also has to endure the pain of wanting to commit suicide every day.

"Mentor, are you feeling better?" Sixteen-year-old Luna is now a fourth-grade student, and the little girl who was originally like a washboard has also become an energetic girl with outstanding temperament.

Luna gently pushed Qin Hui's room open, resisted the fear in her heart, and came to a room that even Dumbledore didn't dare to approach.

There is nothing in this room, no furnishings, and no entertainment facilities. There was just a man in a black robe with his hair disheveled and sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Mentor, are you feeling better?" Luna swallowed and spit, and came a few meters in front of the black-robed man with some bumps, and then didn't dare to walk forward again.

"You're here! Is there any news from Trelawney? The black-robed man opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that his bloodshot eyes were mixed with a look of madness and pain.

Luna shook her head silently, looking at her mentor's appearance and couldn't help but cry.

This person is Qin Hui, day after day, the pain that never stops makes Qin Hui always in a trance. In this state, Qin Hui's brain was always blank because of the pain from the soul, except for Luna who dared to enter the place where Qin Hui was now, even Dumbledore did not dare to wander outside Qin Hui's door, for fear that Qin Hui would suddenly kill him.

"Eh" only heard Qin Hui suddenly snort, and a powerful energy turbulence rose around him, causing the surrounding space to fluctuate.

"Mentor, you've got another headache!" Luna couldn't bear to look at Qin Hui's painful appearance for a while, and couldn't help but want to step forward again.

"Don't come here!" Qin Hui, who was struggling in pain, raised her hand suddenly, stopping Luna's intention to come to her side.

"Mentor!" Luna wiped the tears that kept welling up in her eyes, and looked at Qin Hui with her fists clenched in a daze.

"Take a step back!" I saw that the green tendons on Qin Hui's head were exposed, and cold words came out of his clenched teeth.

"Mentor, your strength has strengthened again!" Luna took a step back, only to see where she had been standing, a crack suddenly floated in the air, like a broken mirror.

In the past two years, Qin Hui has resisted the pain in her head day after day, and her already powerful mental power has become more condensed, once Qin Hui's emotions fluctuate violently, and can even shatter the space around her.

"Try your best to find Trélawney's hiding place, and then inform me that I feel like my soul may be crumbling because I can't hold on!" The space around Qin Hui was shattered inch by inch like a spider's web, but Qin Hui, who was sitting in the center, did not even have the corners of his clothes damaged.

"Yes Mentor!" Luna nodded silently, and then left the room where Qin Hui was.

"How is Professor Qin?" Just a moment after Luna left, Dumbledore stopped her in the hallway.

"Mentor, mentor, he may not be able to do it!" Luna pursed her lips, thinking about the bits and pieces of Qi Qi with Qin Hui, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

Qin Hui may not be a good person, and he may not be a benevolent person. But no matter what, in Luna's heart, Qin Hui has a position that no one else can replace, because Qin Hui gave Luna a stage to the top, allowing her to see the vastness of the world and her own insignificance.

"If everyone represents a star in the sky, then Professor Qin must be the one that shines the most. It's a pity that the stars are about to fall now, but what a pity, what a pity! Dumbledore's wrinkled face showed a trace of memory, remembering Qin Hui's high-spirited appearance when he first entered Hogwarts, and his unparalleled strength.

"Ahem, ahem," Dumbledore sighed and then coughed suddenly, and quickly pressed a handkerchief to his mouth.

"Dean, are you alright?" Luna looked around, and saw a bright red color in the handkerchief.

"People are old and useless! "I miss when I was young," Dumbledore said as he fell silent suddenly, then shook his head and sighed with some disinterest; "Alas! When people are old, they like to remember the past, and it seems that I am really useless! ”

Dumbledore put away his handkerchief, forced his already bent lumbar spine to straighten up, and strode away from Luna's eyes.

Heroes also have sunset, and beautiful women will inevitably see white heads. Looking at Dumbledore's forcibly erect spine, Luna couldn't help but look out the window at the daylight.

I dream of Jiangnan and ride a crane to Yangzhou