Chapter 1820 Confession

Hermione dodged, dodging the green light. This made Quirrell very angry, his face was twisted, and his voice was a little harsh.

"How dare you dodge, disobedient students must be punished. I will kill you and maintain classroom order." Quirrell pointed his wand at Hermione again, "Avada Kedavra!"

This guy is crazy, using the Killing Curse on disobedient students, what kind of punishment is this, it's killing people! Even a school run by a dark wizard can't do this kind of thing.

Hermione rolled on the ground, narrowly dodging the Killing Curse, while drawing out her wand to fight back, she shot a stun spell, taking advantage of Quirrell's dodging, Hermione's wand swung quickly, and the tables, chairs and benches on the side rose into the air, He smashed towards Quirrell at a very fast speed.

She knew that she was not Quirrell's opponent, not to mention that Voldemort was behind Quirrell's head, and she had to find... Hermione stopped, and was surprised to see that Quirrell was hit by a table and chair.

He cursed and waved his wand wildly for a while, but nothing happened, and then he was hit by the whizzing away table and chair, and fell hard to the ground, unconscious.

The table and chair fell on him, making a shocking rumbling sound.

Quirrell is this kind of strength?

This is impossible!

"It really is a dream!" Hermione blinked and put down her wand in disbelief.

"My God, you beat Professor Quirrell!" a student shouted.

Hermione turned her head, and it was a Slytherin boy who had never spoken.

what is his name

Just as she was thinking about this, another boy shouted, "What is the magic you used just now, I've never seen it before!"

"It's amazing, how can your strength be so strong."

"It's even more powerful than Professor Chilow, it's unbelievable."

"Unbelievable, I must be dreaming."

It was in a dream, but it was in my own dream.

Hermione saw all the students gathered around, no one cared about Quirrell who fell unconscious on the ground, and no one cared that Quirrell just used the Unforgivable Curse, they all praised her, including Slytherin's Students included, Hermione had never seen them speak to her in such awe.

It feels pretty good, which is impossible in reality. No matter how good she is in school, the Slytherin students don't care about her. It would be nice not to call her a Mudblood.

Looking at the Slytherin students who kept praising themselves, and even asked her to teach them magic, the sense of disobedience in the Charms classroom came out again, and it was much stronger.

Although in the real world, Hermione didn't think it was meaningful. She didn't want to be praised by the Slytherins. She pushed away the students around her and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom .

No one chased it out...

Hermione couldn't stay here, she was going to look for house elves, but she stopped after walking through two corridors, and Aiwen was following her.

"Hey, Hermione, the magic just now is awesome." Ivan said with a smile, "I dare say that even the professors can't use it."

"Ivan..." Hermione had mixed thoughts, looking at Ivan who was walking over. Even knowing that this is not true, she still wants to have a chat with Ai Wen.

"In a few years, your spellcasting level will surpass that of other professors, even better than Dumbledore, and become the strongest wizard." Ivan continued to praise Hermione.

"I'm not that good, you're much better than me." Hermione looked at Ivan deeply, her mood fluctuated more and more, even though she knew she wouldn't get the answer, she still couldn't help asking, "You Will definitely be back, right?"

"Yes, I'll stay with you here, and I won't go anywhere." Ivan said with certainty, and walked up to Hermione with a smile, "You know, I've fallen in love with you since the first time I saw you, It's the kind of uncontrollable liking...stay forever and be my girlfriend, okay?"

This is... a confession? !

Hermione's heart paused for a moment, and she felt as if she was blushing. In the real world, Ai Wen had said similar things, but never so bluntly. Complicated emotions flooded her heart, mixed with surprise and excitement, and some feelings that she couldn't express.

She stared at Aiwen, tears streaming down uncontrollably, and swallowed even more, "Promise me, you must come back, I'm waiting for you, I want to hear you say this to me in the real world."

"This is reality, as long as you want, we can stay here forever..."

"No!" Hermione shook her head vigorously and raised her hand to wipe away her tears. "This is just a dream. I want to see you in the real world. When you come back, we will be together forever."

Hermione knew that these words were for herself. Although she was immersed in it for a moment, she soon woke up. This is a dream, not the real world.

Aiwen is not a student of Slytherin, and he is not in Hogwarts. The most important point is, what the hell is this first-year Aiwen? !

Although Hermione felt very kind and fond of Ivan in the first grade, it was really strange for an eleven-year-old kid to confess to her, even if Hermione was eleven years old now.

If she is really reborn and returns to Hogwarts, she doesn't plan to fall in love in the first year, so much magic knowledge has not been learned, Voldemort has not solved it, and... really want to be reborn in the first year, there are too many things to do .

Of course, Aiwen is also very important, but the relationship must be determined after the fourth grade, not earlier. If Voldemort returns with another rise and the situation worsens, the engagement could be earlier.

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Glancing at Ivan for the last time, Hermione left resolutely, knowing that she wanted to end this strange dream. When Hermione returned to the hall, the sky had completely dimmed. It was clearly daytime just now, but now it was night in an instant.

Cheerful music echoed in the auditorium, and colorful decorations were everywhere. A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more hovered over the table like low black clouds, making the candle flames flicker in the pumpkin belly.

Delicious food is served on golden plates, just like at the beginning of school banquet. When Hermione walked into the Great Hall, it was already packed with students, all happily eating their dishes.

On the rostrum, except for Quirrell, all the other professors were sitting there. Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and that iconic white beard that shimmered... the Dumbledore that Hermione thought she would never see again.

The festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, mobilizing people's emotions. Hermione watched until Parvati and Lavender called her over.