Chapter 475： Repair time converter

"Don't worry, Hermione, Hedwig will send the letter to your mom and dad on time." Harry said confidently. "It has never failed and Professor McGonagall said that the professor will be arranged to pick it up at your home on the day of the game. People will not waste time."

"I'm not worried about this...I, alas." Hermione sighed. "They mentioned in their reply that they had taken a trip to Diagon Alley and said it was an exchange of coins."

"It's normal," Ron said.

"You don't know them," Hermione tossed her hair irritably. "The exchange of money is just an excuse. I guess they must have gone to Diagon Alley to inquire about the tournament."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Neither of them had this trouble. Ron's family were all wizards, and Harry, he didn't think the Dursleys would sneak into Diagon Alley to inquire about the news because they were worried about his safety. They would only pray for him. It's best to never go back if there is an accident. And Harry had only Sirius as his family member.

"This kind of thing cannot be avoided," Ron comforted her, "They will know sooner or later."

"No, you don't understand," Hermione took a deep breath. "Is there any more intuitive information in Diagon Alley than the image of the Tournament sold by the "Future World" company? I can imagine that Dad would not hesitate. I bought a magic projector and the second project's video. Maybe they have already seen it, but they didn't mention it to me!"

They came to the metamorphosis classroom that Professor McGonagall lent them to prepare to practice spells, especially the ones that might be used in the maze. They have spent this month like this.

But today, Hermione is completely out of shape.

"No, I can't calm down." She said dejectedly.

"Let's rest for a while," Harry said. "We have already prepared well, and there is no need to work so hard for the remaining two days."

As usual, Hermione would definitely be the first to jump up and object, but today she acquiesced to Harry's statement and sat on the cushion with her knees on her knees, looking very helpless.

Harry and Ron didn’t know how to comfort her. They stood silently for a while. Harry pulled out the magic book from the bag. He had read it from beginning to end. The professor said that the book had a very weak influence on him. The magic could last for a few months, so I just gave it to him as a souvenir.

"Do you think it was the influence of this book?" Ron leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Hermione has seen it too, hasn't it?"

"That was last week," Harry also replied in a low voice. He didn't think it was the influence of the book. "The magical effect won't last that long."

"What you said makes sense," Ron said, digging out the magic code from his bag, reading the short story on it, and occasionally raising his head to look at Hermione in the distance. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "It doesn't matter if you watch it a few times, it's still so scary... I suspect that if Hermione had read these stories in the third grade, would she dare to use the time converter? I mean, just in case. She turned a few more times..."

Hermione stood up suddenly, and she took a few breaths and picked up her schoolbag.

"You are right, I'd better find something to do." She finished speaking and walked out of the classroom.

Ron was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Harry, "Did I say something?" Harry shook his head. They followed Hermione and followed her to the responsive room, "I need an alchemist's laboratory... I need an alchemist's laboratory...I need an alchemist's laboratory..."

A quaint door appeared in front of them.

Hermione exhaled slowly, opened the door and walked into the room. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they guessed what she was going to do. "I'm looking forward to this scene too." Ron mumbled, and the two followed closely.

The room is very spacious, with a few huge workbenches in the center, various weird devices, weird glass bottles, random solid wood toolboxes, golden balances, weights, crucibles... …There are two bookshelves erected against the wall, which are filled with common alchemy books.

Hermione put down the schoolbag, took out the time converter from it, and glanced back at Harry, who wittily handed her the gray hourglass.

"Are you going to fix it now?" Ron couldn't help asking, "I thought it would be another month or two."

"There is no need to delay it," Hermione said calmly. "And it's not a repair, just take it apart and replace it with a part... With Nick LeMay's successful experience, I'm pretty sure."

"I hope it's as simple as she said." Ron said hopefully.

Harry thought he would see a screwdriver or something. At most, this screwdriver could screw the screw by himself... But Hermione just took the wand, chanted long spells, and tapped the golden timer once or twice, or outlined Several magic inscriptions and alchemy symbols were imprinted on the hourglass. A thin layer of sweat broke out on Hermione’s forehead, her expression serious, and Harry and Ron were afraid to breathe, for fear that their breathing might affect her. she.

After almost an hour, Hermione was very tired, but there was a bright look in her eyes.

"Quickly, Harry, Ron, do me a favor."

"What do you need us to do?" Harry asked hurriedly, and he and Ron leaned over to the time converter. The thing flew in mid-air and kept spinning, and at the same time it exudes a soft white light.

"Grab it, take off the original hourglass, and replace it with the flat-headed one! Hurry up!" Hermione said, flushing her face, trying to maintain the magic.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other and stretched out their hands nervously. Harry grabbed the non-stop rotating timer, like catching a dizzy golden snitch. Ron took the opportunity to break the round head inside. Hourglass, "I can't take it down!" Ron shouted.

"Then use more strength!" Harry said with a twisted face, this thing was terrifyingly powerful, desperately trying to get rid of him.

Ron gritted his teeth, put both hands up, pressed hard with a "click", and the hourglass was successfully removed.

Harry immediately picked up the gray hourglass with his other hand, pinpointed the position, and filled it into the gap. "It's done!" At this moment, a sudden shock wave spreads around the gold timer, spreading the three of them. Are all thrown out.

Harry sat up with a grin, his arm hit the sharp corner of the workbench, he suspected it might be broken, and then he heard two inhalations. Harry lifted his head from his arm. Ron and Hermione both opened their mouths and looked in the same direction. He turned his head and opened his mouth in shock.

The time converter hung in the air, emitting a dazzling golden light, and Harry squinted his eyes, clearly seeing that the gray surface of the hourglass seemed to have been wiped by an invisible hand, and it regained its brilliance. The dark golden agglomerates of the substance in the hourglass continued to melt, distorted and deformed, and at the same time bloomed with a beautiful metallic luster.

I don't know how long it has passed, all the golden light has disappeared, and the time converter fell from mid-air, and rolled on the ground two times without moving.

"We succeeded?" Ron felt incredible.

"Yeah, luckily it succeeded," Hermione smiled. "If it fails, we will spend the whole night looking for scattered parts."

After resting for half an hour, Harry and the others came out of the responsive room. By this time it was midnight. They returned to the lounge cautiously. Before each went back to the dormitory, Ron still looked surprised, "It's incredible... We have fixed a complete time converter. When can we try it again?"

"Not now," Hermione said.

"I know. I mean, when the game is over, Hermione, I haven't experienced this feeling yet!" Ron said in an imploring tone.

Quiet for a whileOkay," Hermione said hesitantly, "It's not that you are not allowed to use it, but there may be risks. Have you seen the fate of those wizards trapped by'time'? We'd better show it to the professor first. "

Ron was persuaded, he had only one request.

"Don't tell Professor McGonagall that if she knew we had an uncontrolled time converter, it would definitely be confiscated!"

"We can ask Professor Haipu for help." Harry helped. He thought Ron's words were very reasonable. In fact, apart from Professor Haipu, he couldn't think of any adults who allowed them to hold a time converter.

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On the morning of June 23, Felix returned to the office with ease after finishing his final grade exam. Warren was sitting on the desk with no image, his nose kept sniffing. It was holding a postcard in its hand, and seeing Felix coming in, Warren raised his head and looked at him suspiciously with bright black eyes:

"Haw! (Familiar taste!