v2 Chapter 1818： dissonance

About Hogwarts, Hermione has too many memories, many of which are very impressive, and she will never forget them for the rest of their lives.

But, first grade...

To be honest, there are many things Hermione can't remember clearly. It was more than six years ago. At that time, she was too young and didn't understand anything, and Ai Wen didn't go to school. The adventures of the grade are not worth mentioning.

First grade, what happened?

Voldemort stuck behind Quirrell's head and mixed into Hogwarts to try to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Hermione, Harry, and Ron successfully stopped him, but until the end, Hermione didn't see Voldemort, she only remembered that she followed Harry and Ron went to crack a few magic mechanisms.

Hermione felt she could do better if she did it all over again. Maybe, she could replace Harry and enter the last room.

Of course, it was a dream!

And this dream is not exactly the same as her memory. Parvati just said that Aiwen has already enrolled in school and is still in Slytherin? !

This is really strange, Hermione has no clue about the current situation, does not know how to find Hufflepuff's house-elves in this dream, and she is not even sure if this dream is connected to the house-elves' homes.

She thought about this as she walked towards the auditorium. Because it is Halloween, the castle is full of festive atmosphere.

The hallway had the usual sweet and tempting smell of roasted pumpkin. The pumpkin pie that Parvati said was also delicious. When she ate it, Hermione felt it was even more delicious than she remembered, and she couldn't help but eat it. Ordered several, and other dishes.

The taste is very good, and Hermione even thinks that because of the blessing of the dream, the food at Hogwarts in reality is not so delicious.

It's really worthless to feast on your own dreams! Thinking of this, Hermione slowed her chewing and looked around the auditorium.

Because the first class is about to start, there are not many people in the auditorium.

Among them were some faces that appeared in Hermione's memory. They were all students several years older than her, and she had only seen them in the lower grades.

Hermione didn't even know the names of these students and didn't interact with them, but it was really amazing that they were now so vividly appearing in her dreams.

She quickly finished her breakfast and ran to the Charms classroom. A few minutes later, Hermione came to the Charms classroom, which was already full of students.

"You're late, Miss Granger, find a seat!" said Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a thick stack of books.

"Okay, Professor." Hermione looked around the classroom and sat down beside Ron.

Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust, and Harry, who was on the other side of his body, leaned in the direction of him.

Hermione heard him whispering to Harry, "What's this Granger going to do?" and suddenly remembered that she didn't have a good relationship with Harry and Ron at this time.

They are not friends yet!

They won't become friends until after the battle with the trolls tonight.

"We are going to practice the floating spell in this class." On the podium, Professor Flitwick continued, "For many students, this may be the first magic you have come into contact with. Don't get excited, I can understand everyone's feelings. Mood, but the floating spell is not easy, we have to remember the movements when casting the spell, wave and shake, remember, wave and shake. It is also very important to read the spell accurately, don't forget the wizard Balufeo, he Say 'f' to 's' and find yourself lying on the floor with a bison on your chest."

Listening to these familiar contents, Hermione soon began to wander again.

In first grade, Gryffindor's Charms class was taken with Ravenclaw, so she didn't see Evan in the classroom.

Hermione thought for a while before she remembered that the students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff should be taking Professor Quirrell's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and then their next class was History of Magic, and Slytherin's next class. The lesson is Transfiguration.

At this time, Professor Flitwick had finished explaining the floating spell, and he divided the class into two groups to start training.

Hermione's partner was Ron, who looked very annoyed and dissatisfied with Hermione.

"It's the same as reality, it hasn't changed at all." Hermione sighed when she saw Ron waving his wand foolishly, shouting spells, and the feathers on the table didn't change at all. Ron is like this, the dream has been truly restored.

"Please, Granger, what's your expression on? This magic is hard, and you're not necessarily better than me at what you do. If you know everything, show it to me!" Ron noticed Hermione's expression, said dissatisfied.

"Oh, is it? If that's what you want." Hermione grabbed her wand and waved it vigorously. "Wingardim Leviosa!"

With her movements, all the feathers in the classroom floated up, and the scene was spectacular.

"you you…"

Ron stared at Hermione in shock with his mouth open, completely speechless.

Hermione looked at Ron proudly and was very satisfied with his expression. For her current self, the floating spell was not a problem. The dream did not affect Hermione's magic power. Now, Hermione didn't even feel the consumption, but this is a dream, isn't it normal to have no consumption?

At this time, everyone else in the classroom looked at Hermione in surprise, including Professor Flitwick.

This is definitely not the magic a first-year wizard should have. It can make all the feathers float, is this still a floating spell? !

"God, beautiful float spell! Fifty points for Gryffindor!" shouted Professor Flitwick excitedly, "Miss Granger, you are such a genius, I have never seen this kind of magic before, If so, could you demonstrate this perfect levitation spell again?"

The other classmates also chattered, expressing admiration for Hermione.

Hermione frowned. She noticed something unusual. In her dream, being envied and praised by her classmates seemed to be something ordinary people would do, but the problem was that she was like this at Hogwarts in reality. what!

Hermione seemed to feel that something was not quite right, but it was hard to say, this dream... being praised by professors and classmates, what's the point? Let's hurry up and find the house of the house-elf.

If it was just a dream here, then she wouldn't have to go to class like this.

Hermione thought so. Amid the compliments of others, she stood up and left the classroom. When the classroom door was closed, the sound inside disappeared instantly. Professor Flitwick didn't call her back either, which confirmed Hermione's guess.

"If this is my own dream, how can I connect it to the dream of the house-elf home? Where are the Hufflepuff house-elves, and should I go to the kitchen?" Hermione thought about this. While walking in the dark corridors of Hogwarts Castle.

Immediately afterwards, she thought that she had to find Ai Wen first. She wants to see Ai Wen's appearance, even if Ai Wen should not appear at Hogwarts at this time in the real world, but it doesn't matter, the miss for Ai Wen has all burst out in an instant, even if it is obvious It doesn't matter if you know it's fake.

Hermione is going to see Evan!

She even couldn't help thinking that if Ai Wen couldn't come back from the world of the dead, then here would be the last time they met.