A time-turner is a device used for time travel. The number of times you turn the hourglass represents the number of hours you can go back in time.
If used incorrectly, it may kill one's past or future self, or it may completely change a person's life trajectory, causing the person who should have existed to never be born.
Therefore, the Ministry of Magic conducts strict warranty checks when approving the use of Time-Turners.
The Ministry of Magic has also enacted hundreds of laws surrounding the holders of time turners and imposed the harshest penalties on abusers.
After McGonagall tried to intimidate her a little, Hermione had already made repeated assurances with trembling lips.
Vincent was also very cooperative and promised to strictly follow the usage instructions.
1. The process of time retrieval must not be discovered by others.
Second, you cannot change anything that has happened in the past.
3. The maximum duration of time travel is 5 hours.
After swearing not to tell others about the existence of the time turner, Mag's expression softened.
She didn't know if Vincent would strictly abide by it, but Hermione, who seemed to be breaking out in a cold sweat, would definitely do it.
"It's almost time, we should attend the opening party."
Vincent stood up, opened the office door, and met Harry's eyes ecstatically.
Hermione who followed behind was not as good as him, but she was still beaming with joy.
Mag, who came out last, pursed his lips, but it could be vaguely seen that he was in a good mood.
Arriving at the corner of the foyer on the first floor, she walked to the freshmen waiting room on the left.
Not long after sitting down at the Gryffindor table, McGonagall led a group of freshmen into the auditorium.
Astoria's big eyes sparkled.
Countless floating candles illuminated the majestic auditorium, and the high ceiling reflected the still raining night sky outside.
The patched Sorting Hat finished singing the hat song in a rocker tone, and Mag returned to the queue of freshmen.
"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat and sit down to wait for sorting."
"Jeff Anthony!"
"Slytherin!"
Fred and George booed as usual.
"Amy Bellas!"
"Gryffindor!"
The counterattack led by the Black Swan Club is coming.
But when it comes to making noise, it has to be twins.
Dumbledore at the staff table smiled and stuffed a small candy into his mouth.
The students are very energetic, and the influence of the dementors should have almost dissipated.
He glanced meaningfully at Vincent, who was somewhat absent-minded, as if he was expecting something.
"Astoria Greengrass!"
Fred and George stopped.
If you dare to kick Draco's knee, you should be sorted into Gryffindor.
Astoria walked quickly to the Sorting Hat, picked it up and greeted politely: "Hello, Mr. Hat."
The Sorting Hat grinned widely, as if remembering the scene two years ago.
She put on her hat politely, sat on the chair and waited quietly.
"Wow, so you have such ambitions-" the Sorting Hat's voice sounded in my mind.
Astoria was stunned for a moment and nodded her head shyly.
"Come on, kid—"
The Sorting Hat grinned: "Slytherin!"
"No!" Fred and George suddenly wailed.
Draco at the Slytherin table picked his ears.
Hermione, who sat at the Gryffindor table, also looked in disbelief.
She saw that Vincent and Daphne didn't react much, and suddenly smiled to herself.
Sorting results based on personality traits doesn't mean much.
Although the environment will have an impact, the most important thing is the essence.
Astoria walked towards the Slytherin table with a smile, she must be very satisfied with the sorting result.
After hugging her sister Daphne, she sat in the first-year seat and politely greeted her classmates.
The Greengrass family has been very high-profile recently, and many students are fawning over them.
Good tutoring did not make her feel arrogant, and the attitude of treating everyone equally made her more lovable.
Daphne was completely relieved.
No matter what evil the Black Swan Club is harboring, Astoria is not the same person she once was.
Pure blood supremacy?
Go to hell!
As time passed, Mag read out the names of the last freshmen:
"Romilda Vanni!"
This is a shy girl with dark eyes and black hair.
"Gryffindor!"
After the traditional sorting ceremony, there is the opening dinner that the students are most looking forward to.
But before that, Dumbledore has a few words to say.
"Welcome! Welcome back to Hogwarts..."
Dumbledore cleared his throat after his opening remarks: "Our school currently welcomes several dementors from Azkaban, who are sent by the Ministry of Magic to perform official duties.
I think everyone should know this, after all, they just finished searching the school bus."
He paused, "They are stationed at every entrance of the school. I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission.
No trick, trick, or disguise can deceive a dementor, not even an invisibility cloak."
Dumbledore glanced at the Gryffindor table, "It is not in the nature of Dementors to understand, defend and beg for mercy.
Therefore, I remind everyone here not to give them a reason to hurt you.
I hope the prefects and our newly elected Head Boy will ensure that not a single student comes into conflict with a dementor."
While Percy puffed up his chest, Vincent blinked innocently at the staff table.
Snape happened to see this scene, and his originally unattractive face suddenly darkened.
In a conflict where both sides are evenly matched, if one side is beaten unilaterally, that is called bullying.
"Let's change the topic to a pleasant one." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze.
“Two new professors will be joining our staff this year.”
He glanced at Snape, whose expression turned extremely ugly.
"First of all, Professor Lupine. I'm glad he can fill the Defense Against the Dark Arts vacancy."
There was sparse applause in the auditorium.
Other professors may not be glamorous, but they are not ragged either.
The silence was only temporary, because Vincent and his friends gave him warm applause.
As they started, the applause became louder and louder.
Snape's whole face was twitching at the staff table.
His eyes, mixed with anger and hatred, were directed towards the other side of the long table.
This is the unique look when looking at Harry.
Many students have noticed it.
Being a representative professor for just one semester obviously cannot satisfy the old bat.
Vincent squinted and looked back and forth between the two ends of the long staff table.
One has a oily head and yellow face, and the other is haggard and has a vicissitudes of life.
Snape must have been malnourished as a child, and Lupine seemed to have been sleeping in the open for a long time.
If my guess is correct, these two may be students at the same time.
Combined with those memories from the Batcave...
Four Gryffindors and one Slytherin...
Case solved!
Even without seeing Snape's memory with his own eyes, Vincent was sure that Lupine was one of the students at that time.