Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

At the entrance of the spacious gourmet store, Hermione stood with a magic book in her arms.

In front of her were two evil werewolves who were electrocuted by lightning magic and lost consciousness.

At this time, the dragon flame fireball spitted out by Norberta fell from the sky, destroying the fragile houses around it, and attracted Hermione's attention.

At this moment, a werewolf who was stunned on the ground gradually woke up from his coma.

"This is too cruel!" The werewolf who had just woken up felt that the muscles all over his body were sore and numb, as if there were countless steel needles piercing his flesh.

Not only that, because of the numbness, he wanted to move, but found that his limbs were tied back and together by alchemy ropes, which made him fall to the ground, unable to move.

So the werewolf could only continue to close his eyes and pretend that he was not awake yet. He was waiting for an opportunity, and this opportunity came soon.

With everyone's efforts, the commotion in Fire Dragon Park was quickly calmed down. If it weren't for the smoke still rising from the ruins of the buildings on both sides of the avenue, no one would have known that this place had just been attacked by the evil werewolf creature.

Under this situation, Hermione boldly let down her guard. As she waited patiently, she soon saw a familiar figure running towards her not far away. It was Clark!

Hermione stretched out her right hand and waved, wanting to say hello to him. At this moment, she saw from a distance a look of shock, fear, and other mixed emotions on Clark's face as he ran over.

what's the situation?

Before Hermione could react, she felt a strong body rush from the side and push her to the ground.

"ah!"

The panicked Hermione struggled to resist. At this moment, her confidence and pride disappeared completely, and she even forgot to use the spell.

But her resistance was destined to be in vain. The figure of the big man who pushed her changed suddenly, hair grew on his skin, and his head turned into a wolf's head.

He opened his mouth wide open at Hermione, and then bit her neck under the desperate look in her eyes.

"stop it!"

Clark's anxious voice came from not far away,

But the physical pain had already made Hermione's heart sink to the bottom.

This is a werewolf! Cursed werewolf!

The severe pain mixed with despair made Hermione faint.

After seeing that he had succeeded, the werewolf didn't bother, turned around and ran away. He jumped into the lake on the street before Clark could catch up.

This lake is very big and the water is very deep. Fortunately, after the werewolf transformed, he can be regarded as a canine, which has a bonus for swimming.

Soon he swam to the other side in a dog-pawing position, and then got into the woods.

Bah! Bah!

The lake water flowed down the fur, leaving wet footprints on the ground.

After the werewolf came ashore, it seemed that because it was time to transform, his size began to shrink.

It's just that after his body shrunk to his normal size, it didn't stop and continued to shrink.

Eventually, the werewolf shrank in size and became like a child before stopping.

The sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the forest and casts mottled light spots on the face of the werewolf. If someone is in the forest at this time, they can see that this werewolf is none other than Clark!

Yes, this is exactly the method Clark came up with to save Hermione——

Since we can't change the "history" of Hermione being bitten by a werewolf, why not change our thinking and ask, does the one who bit Hermione have to be a werewolf?

If the person who bit Hermione was not a werewolf, then even if she was bitten, nothing would happen to her.

With this idea in mind, after Clark returned from time travel, he stayed in the reception hall, waiting for the werewolf's arrival.

Then he took advantage of the chaos and used his psychic powers to control the werewolf that would bite Hermione, making him break away from the large army. He then used the ability of [Super State Change] to transform himself into the werewolf's appearance and blended into their team.

Everything that happened next was simple. Clark disguised himself as a werewolf, rushed into Fire Dragon Park, and pretended to be knocked down and captured by Hermione.

The alchemy rope used to bind him was also under his control. When the time was right, he once again used his [paramorphic transformation] ability to transform into a werewolf, threw down and bit Hermione.

Therefore, in the "real" history, the person who bit Hermione was actually Clark disguised as a werewolf. In this case, the injured Hermione would not turn into a werewolf at all.

When he thought of this, Clark was completely relieved.

He wandered in the woods for a while, guessing that "he" should have used the time turner at this moment to try to go back in time to save Hermione, and then sneaked back to the room where Hermione was resting.

Pushing open the door, Hermione was still lying on the bed with a pale face, but it could be seen that her breathing had become much calmer and her face had regained a little luster.

Obviously, under the influence of magic, her injuries are developing in a good direction.

Clark sat beside Hermione's bed, keeping her company quietly.

As if sensing Clark's gaze, Hermione's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were empty and weak, and after a while, she gradually focused on Clark's face.

"What's wrong with me?"

Hermione opened her mouth to ask, and soon she came back to her senses and remembered the attack.

"Werewolf! That werewolf, he bit me!" Hermione's voice was filled with tears. She reached out and tried to touch the wound on her neck, but she was so scared that she kept trembling and couldn't let go.

Upon seeing this, Clark quickly held her hanging little hand, "Don't worry, I'm here, it'll be okay."

Hermione's cold little hands were covered with sweat, and she held them so tightly that it seemed like she had exhausted all her strength.

Clark squeezed it back with the same strength, as if it could inject more vitality into her.

"Am I going to become a werewolf? Like Professor Lupin?" Hermione was in a very depressed mood. When she thought about the life of becoming a werewolf, she felt that her future days were dull.

"No," Clark suddenly laughed. His happy look made Hermione very surprised. He was already like this, but he could still laugh?

When Clark saw Hermione's look, he smiled even more happily. Finally, when the other party almost became violent, he told the whole story.

Hermione was also shocked after hearing Clark's story. She didn't expect that so many twists and turns had happened in such a period of time.

In order to save her, Clark took great risks.

Fortunately, all of this passed without any danger, and Clark even cleverly deceived "history".

"So, I won't turn into a werewolf?" Hermione touched the scar on her neck and asked Clark.

After seeing Clark nod, she suddenly reacted, "So, it was you who bit me just now!"

Hermione looked at Clark angrily, her expression very ugly.

"In emergencies, I am not trying to save you." Clark touched his nose in embarrassment.

Seeing him like this, Hermione couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. The rapid change in her expression showed her instinctive talent as a woman.

"Hahaha, I'm just teasing you, just take a bite..." As she said that, Hermione's cheeks turned red unconsciously.

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling that the sunlight coming in from the window had become a little brighter.

Suddenly, Hermione reached out and touched the top of her head.

"What's the matter? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Clark asked upon seeing this.

Hermione shook her head and spread her palms. There was only some fine yellow sand in her palms, "No, just some sand on top of her head."

Clark looked at her palm after hearing this, then raised his head and looked at the roof strangely.

The rooms of these merchants all have wooden ceilings and have just been completed. How can there be sand?

But after taking a look, he didn't find anything unusual, so he forgot about it.

At this time, Hermione's injury was much better because Clark cast the [Rejuvenation Spell] on her.

The little girl didn't want to lie down anymore, and Clark also needed to come forward to clean up the mess in the Fire Dragon Park. The two hit it off, and he helped Hermione up and prepared to go out first.

However, the moment Clark's arm touched Hermione, the scene in front of them shocked both of them.

Starting from Hermione's fingertips, tiny bits of dust began to fall off and float away.

These dust particles were not noticeable at first, but as time passed, more and more dust particles were scattered, and Hermione's fingertips, palms, and even her entire forearm began to gradually dissipate.

"No!"

Clark's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He reached out to grab Hermione, and at the same time threw all kinds of psychic powers on her, whether they were useful or useless.

"Save her! Save her!"

However, all this was in vain. The dissipation of Hermione's body did not depend on his will, no matter how hard he tried to retain it.

So in Hermione's desperate eyes, Clark could only watch his most beloved friend disappear into the air, leaving only a lonely back holding the air.

It was at the moment Hermione disappeared that the wall panels, tables, chairs, beds around Clark, and even the sunlight shining in from the window began to flicker.

It looked like a TV with poor signal, or like a mirror that had been broken into many pieces. Each piece of the mirror showed roughly the same scene, but with slightly different details, and then pieced it together. .

It's just that this change came and disappeared quickly. Clark, who was immersed in grief, had no time to observe carefully, and the strange phenomenon disappeared again.

Just after this change disappeared, bursts of noise suddenly came from outside the house, waking up the sad Clark.

He was so confused that he stood up, pushed the door open, and walked out of the room. The next moment, the scene in front of him shattered his outlook.

I saw people coming and going on the street outside the house, and there was constant noise. Adults led their children and ran around to avoid them. At the same time, more students stretched their necks and looked at the mountainside in the distance.

There, there was a huge explosion accompanied by smoke and dust, which was not a good thing at first sight.

"impossible!"

Clark even began to wonder if he had mistakenly used the time turner. The scene in front of him was so familiar. This was the beginning of the attack on the dragon farm.

He reached into his trouser pocket and took out the two time turners, and saw that one of the hourglasses was empty, but the other one still had a lot of golden sand, and the number was still the same as the last time he used it.

There is no problem with the time turner, but looking at the houses and shops around him that have not been destroyed by the fireball, this all shows that even without using the time turner, he has traveled back a few hours ago, when the attack just happened. .

Clark's face became solemn, and the scenes that happened in front of him gave him bad guesses.

He hid in the shadows again, watching what he had experienced countless times before happen again. This time, he completely transformed into a bystander.

Soon, the development of the story came to the end. Clark saw one "self" carrying Hermione into the room, and then after a while, another "self" got in again.

Soon after the "self" at the back entered, the strange feeling of poor signal appeared again.

But this time, Clark, who was standing outside the house, could clearly see that the streets that had become empty due to the attack, along with the feeling of spatial confusion, were filled with many tourists again.

Then, on the mountainside not far away, smoke and explosions also fell at the same time.

Time has reset again!

Clark looked at the house not far away. "He" walked out with a shocked look on his face. Suddenly, his heart moved and he took the initiative to step forward.

"who?"

Clark, who had just walked out of the room, was looking at the reset scene outside the room in shock. He suddenly felt someone approaching him from behind and quickly raised his vigilance.

"It's me." The visitor took off his black hood, revealing a face with the same face as his.

He glanced at the man. He had the same outfit and the same expression. Except for the different postures, the two people seemed to be looking at each other in the mirror.

"Future me? When did you come back?" Clark looked around cautiously, then took the initiative to open the door and welcomed his other self in.

"Maybe a few hours ago, or maybe a few hours later." He entered the room in the future and sat down casually in front of Clark. "I can't figure it out anymore. Obviously, we made a huge mistake. Wrong, time here - we've messed it up."

"We? Made a mess?" After all, they have the same wisdom. Clark, who has just experienced time reset, quickly understood the meaning of his future self's words.

"You're telling me that all this happened because of our use of the Time-Turner?"

"No," Clark from the future nodded, and then shook his head, "There are some reasons for this, but I think there are also some reasons for the Americans."

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