Archaeologists at Hogwarts

"Listen to me, Neville - you go back to Ron and grab the two broomsticks from the room with the Flying Key. They will carry you through the trap door and past the armor - go straight to the Owlery and send

Hedwig went to deliver a message to Dumbledore. We need him to come to the rescue - or any professor in the school. If that doesn't work, go to Dean McGonagall first - have you remembered everything, Neville?

Power?"

Neville was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He was still looking at the two bottles on the table in a daze.

"Sorry, Neville."

Hermione could only whisper: "But I really can't write to Mrs. Longbottom and tell him about you... your bad news, no matter what. The person who should take the risk is not you, you

Your parents are still waiting for you. Remember? They are about to recover and are waiting to see you."

"Feel sorry......"

Hermione turned around and said, not wanting to look into Neville's eyes.

"Neville, I'm sorry..."

Just as she was about to walk through the black flames, she suddenly heard Neville's shout from behind.

"then!"

Hermione hurriedly turned around, she saw something thrown at her by Neville, and subconsciously caught it with both hands.

This is an old wand that seems to have been used for many years.

"This is my father's wand."

Hermione saw that all the shock on Neville's face had disappeared, and only deep worry remained in his eyes.

"It will protect you." Neville said: "Just like it has been protecting me, even...even if I have a poor memory, I can still live well until now."

"I'm going to find Dean McGonagall now and I'll be back soon."

After saying these words, Neville ran away in a hurry, running back along the purple flames.

"Thanks......"

Hermione said words that no one could hear and whispered thanks.

Ever since Neville offered to be the first to jump into the trap door, Hermione knew that he had really made up his mind this time.

But since he could remember, Neville saw his parents as two patients on the hospital bed. This was the first time they finally had a chance to get along normally.

Hermione really couldn't bear to dash this hope, it would make her regret it for the rest of her life.

She stared at the wooden door behind the black flames and kept whispering: "It'll be okay, it'll be okay..."

Hermione felt that she had never been as courageous as Harry and Ron. She had been scared from the beginning - she had been scared before coming to Hogwarts.

She was afraid because she was a Muggle-born and worried that she would not be able to compare with the new students from a wizarding family, so she memorized all the textbooks before the start of school. But even so, after officially enrolling, she did not dare to

There is no relaxation at all, and I take the time to study every day, for fear of not being able to compare with others - and thus being discriminated against.

Hermione was afraid that she would be discriminated against and that she would become incompatible with Hogwarts. This was her most fearful thing, and it did not change until she was imprisoned by Professor Heimer for the first time.

Because after that confinement, she finally made two real friends-Harry and Ron. They gave Hermione more courage and allowed her to change her fear from Hogwarts to failing the exam.

.

Now, Hermione was afraid that her parents might not see her anymore.

"It would be great if I could learn the Oblivion Charm."

Even at this time, Hermione did not think of turning around and running away.

The person who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone is Voldemort.

Hermione knew that Harry must be on the other side of the door - because he was the Boy Who Lived, his disappearance must be related to Voldemort.

So, Hermione did something even more courageous than lying in front of the Dark Devil.

The person she really wanted to help that time was actually herself, so that she could have an excuse to be expelled from Hogwarts and leave this school where she only felt cold.

Only this time...only this time!

Hermione pushed the door open and entered the last room.

She is for——

"Um?"

Hermione's mind suddenly became chaotic, and Harry's figure was erased from her mind like an eraser, turning into an empty room in front of her.

Where is Harry?

Where is the magic stone?

Why is there nothing...

She quickly walked into the center of the room, then turned around, and finally saw the Mirror of Erised standing by the door, and her eyes quickly widened - usually this face could only be seen on Ron.

In the mirror of the Mirror of Erised, Hermione did not see her own figure reflected in the mirror. Instead, she saw Harry who was tied to a chair, and standing next to him, her eyes constantly darting around.

Quirrell!

These two people appeared inexplicably in the mirror - Hermione, whose head was spinning rapidly, understood what was going on in an instant. She immediately pulled out her wand, pointed it at Quirrell in the mirror, and shouted: "

Let Harry go now - Quirrell, you - I thought you were a good person!"

However, Quirrell in the mirror didn't seem to hear Hermione's words at all. Harry was the only one looking at Hermione on the other side of the mirror - but it didn't seem like they were looking at each other, but that Harry was being forcibly fixed.

His eyes were blocked and he could not move his head or eyes.

Hermione shouted again, and she moved quietly, but the two people in the mirror showed no reaction at all.

What exactly happened here?

Hermione threw herself in front of the mirror, and then quickly retracted her hand to break the mirror - she was not sure what would happen when she broke the mirror. What if Harry couldn't get out?

At this moment, Hermione almost thought she was hallucinating - the whole room flashed from the top of her head to the floor. Just looking at those complex shiny patterns made Hermione feel as if she was about to faint.

She felt sick and uncomfortable in her heart - in an inadvertent glance, she saw all the patterns gathered on the surface of the Mirror of Erised, and as the light in the room flickered, she vaguely saw one...two...three.

..Four...

It's seven.

This is a seven-pointed star magic circle.

But Professor Heimer clearly said in class that this does not exist...

At this moment, Hermione suddenly heard someone saying to herself: "If I were you, I wouldn't try to remember the magic circle just now, Miss Granger. Not all ancient magic is harmless, I

I believe you should have understood this a long time ago."

As the light of the magic circle dimmed, another figure suddenly appeared next to Hermione, as if it had been conjured out of thin air.

"Professor Haimo?"

Hermione shouted in fear and joy until she noticed the scratches on Professor Hemmer's face: "Professor, are you injured?"

"A trivial accident is the 'surprise' left for me by the centaurs."

Toby walked to the mirror and said: "White fresh food will leave scars. It would be better to wait until you return to the school hospital for treatment. A neat appearance can lower the enemy's vigilance and make it less likely to make people feel vigilant. Facts have proved that this method

Very effective, especially in front of dark wizards."

"Centaurs?" Hermione subconsciously blocked out the second half of the thrilling words, but even so, all the joy in her eyes disappeared.

She noticed that something was wrong with Professor Heimer's state at this time, and he was gloomier and calmer than before.

What was even more terrifying was that she just remembered that during the last visit to the Forbidden Forest, Professor Heimer had threatened the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest.

Could it be that......

Hermione couldn't help but think about the worst--Professor Hemmer kills all those centaurs-?

However, Toby seemed to know what Hermione was thinking, and added a little gentleness to his calm tone: "Things are not what you think. On the contrary, I have been deliberately avoiding similar things from happening...

The influence of ancient magic on me is deep enough, and there is no need to speed up the process... Perhaps, I should have done this earlier... when Lily first persuaded me...

....”

Professor Heimer's voice became softer and softer, and Hermione panicked again when she heard the word "enough" - this news didn't sound good, and it couldn't be comforting at all - or said Heimer

Is the professor's usual way of comforting people so direct...

When Hermione saw Quirrell in the mirror taking out a red gem from Harry's trouser pocket, Hermione's panic immediately turned into panic.

"Professor Hemmer!"

Hermione shouted anxiously to Toby, who was deep in thought: "Isn't that the Philosopher's Stone? Quirrell has already obtained it, stop him quickly!"

But Toby was just staring at the mirror, and Hermione was horrified to see a smile appear on his face.

Hermione thought that Voldemort had taken Professor Highmore as his subordinate at some point, until she heard Professor Highmore ask her a question, which pulled her back from the terrifying fantasy to the rigorous classroom.

"Do you still remember the wooden sword you used for dueling when you were first imprisoned?"

"Remember, Professor..." Hermione replied with a guilty conscience. She had secretly played a trick during that confinement, but judging from later signs, Professor Heimer discovered it.

As for the wooden swords they used for duels - a special magic circle was engraved on those wooden swords - they would only cause pain to the person being struck, but would not cause any real injuries.

"These are the same principles."

Toby said calmly, he moved closer to the mirror so that he could observe Quirrell's actions more clearly.

"Everything that happens in the mirror is false. It will only reveal the deepest desires of the imprisoned people, and it is also the deepest secret in their hearts."

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time..."

To be honest, Hermione has never seen Voldemort with her own eyes, but compared to Quirrell in the mirror, Professor Highmore standing next to her is undoubtedly more terrifying.

Hermione was really glad that it wasn't Professor Highmore who was locked in the mirror, she couldn't even imagine what she would see.

She should indeed be grateful for this.

Because Toby has been waiting for this moment—

In order to completely eliminate pure-blood superiority, it is also for revenge.

A revenge that only belongs to him.