v2 Chapter 1821： Why follow the plot

Hermione hesitated to sit down at the long table in Gryffindor, not knowing how the next plot would develop. This dream was not transferred by her thoughts. Although she could switch scenes on her own, she had no idea how to connect to the family. The home of the elf, but there is no idea at all.

She thought about this, and the tempting aroma of food floated over, interrupting her thoughts. Looking at the dazzling array of dishes in front of her, Hermione swallowed and couldn't help but take a sip. Suddenly, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she quickly ate together with the other students.

As with breakfast, the food at the banquet was unexpectedly delicious. The dishes tasted far beyond reality, and Hermione was sure she wasn't delusional.

Whether it is roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, steaks and other meats, or vegetarian dishes such as boiled potatoes, roasted potatoes, crisps, Yorkshire pudding, etc., or gravy, tomato sauce, sweet pasta sauce and other accessories, all The dishes all tasted much better than reality.

Take roast beef as an example, which is rich in flavor, salty and sweet. Beef with mushrooms, green peppers, onions, carrots and other side dishes and secret ingredients, has a unique flavor. The quality of the meat is very high, the soup is dripping and melts in the mouth. The pleasure that cannot be described in words is quickly transmitted from the taste buds to the whole body, making people feel unprecedented satisfaction.

Hermione couldn't help but eat several pieces, and the other dishes tasted roughly the same.

She felt that she had never eaten such delicious food. It was not that the real Hogwarts dishes tasted bad. In fact, the house-elves were all highly skilled chefs, and they made the food with heart. It was very delicious and was unanimously recognized by the whole school. Even the pickiest person would not say that the food at Hogwarts was unpalatable, but the food in front of Hermione's cooking level was far beyond reality.

Although it is a strange behavior to eat and taste the taste of food in a dream, Hermione must say that the taste of these dishes is simply dreamy. Anyone else will be conquered by these delicacies.

As the banquet went on, the dishes in front of them were constantly changing, and there were no duplicates. Many dishes that Hermione had never seen appeared one after another.

Because she didn't feel full, Hermione even had a feeling that as long as she wanted to, she could eat like this forever, immersing herself in the food endlessly, without getting bored.

However, this is obviously unreasonable.

After eating for a while, the sense of disobedience struck. Hermione began to doubt again, and reason told her that this was wrong, and she couldn't continue to sink. She stopped the knife and fork, and kind of knew what was wrong with the dream.

This dream always makes her addicted to it. Except for the food, everything related to her is developing in a direction that is beneficial to her, even if it is not logical and common sense.

For example, the performance in the magic spell class was praised and awarded by the professor; he defeated Quirrell in the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts and was praised and recognized by the students of Slytherin; and Ivan's sudden confession, etc. , it's all weird, but it's all something Hermione expects.

No, to be precise, it should be a daydream that anyone would expect.

Here, you will become the protagonist of the school, praised by teachers, sought after by classmates, and confessed by people you like. Even if the plot is very unreasonable, who will refuse?

These things only happen in dreams. This dream wanted Hermione to stay here forever, she wanted to understand this, she knew that she had to overcome these temptations... What's going to happen next?

She stopped eating, watching Harry next to him trying to eat a potato with the skin on, and felt that the plot of the dream would continue to develop, and it did. Just as Hermione put down her knife and fork, Quirrell Suddenly he rushed into the restaurant, his big scarf was on his head, and his face was full of horror.

"The troll... in the basement..."

After he finished speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

"This time is to challenge the trolls?"

Defeat the trolls alone, and then get Dumbledore's commendation and the admiration of the entire school.

It sounds good, but Hermione doesn't plan to continue according to the plot arranged by the dream for her. She can spend the whole semester here, and she doesn't know how long it will be outside. She can't indulge in this dream, she must find it as soon as possible. Hufflepuff's treasure wakes up.

At this time, the restaurant was in chaos.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, raising his wand high and making a few screeching fireworks explosions before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect, take the students of your academy to the dormitory immediately!"

"Wait a minute!" Hermione shouted, interrupting Dumbledore.

There was silence in the auditorium, and everyone looked at her in surprise, not knowing what Hermione was going to do.

"I know what's going on, it's all Quirrell's conspiracy," Hermione exclaimed, pointing at Quirrell, who was fainted on the ground, "Quirro put the troll in the castle because he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. To steal the Philosopher's Stone. Also, Voldemort is right behind his head."

She said it in one breath, with an unprecedented refreshing.

Hermione had wanted to do this for a long time. Since she knew everything, why should she follow the original plot?

She had to follow her own ideas. For a while, there was no sound in the auditorium, and Quirrell, who had passed out, didn't respond.

By revealing Quirrell's identity, the plot could no longer go on. Just when Hermione thought this absurd dream should finally end, Quirrell suddenly opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and let out a tingling ooze. Strange laughter.

"Since you found out, there's nothing you can do!" It wasn't Quirrell who spoke, but an unfamiliar, cold and biting voice.

Quirrell smiled grimly, raised his hand and removed the scarf from his head. The big scarf fell, and his bare head looked surprisingly small. Then, he slowly turned around.

In what should have been the back of Quirrell's head, there was a face. Even though Hermione had seen Voldemort returning many times, this terrifying face was still the most terrifying one she had ever seen. Two slender nostrils like snakes.

"Get ready for death," Voldemort whispered. The sound was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Quirrell's body twisted, swinging his wand in an eerie gesture. There was a flash of green light, and Quirrell Voldemort directly killed a student with the Avadasso Life Curse, taking his life.

It was as if a certain switch had been turned on, and only then did a deafening exclamation sounded in the auditorium, and the students panicked, fled in all directions, cluttered and screamed.

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