𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Ch 138 - Congrats

"Now, you both understand what it is I am about to hand you, correct?"

"Yes, Professor," Hermione answered, a little more cheerfully, now that Madam Pomfrey was gone.

"Perfectly," Lucifer nodded, with her statement.

"Alright. Since you both are in the same House, and you have decided to take every class, there was no need to get more than one Time Turner," McGonagall said, producing the said magical thing.

"You are to only use this for educational purposes. Any mishandling or misuse of this object will result in immediate expulsion and being tried in the Ministry for attempting to alter time itself. Understood?" She asked and they both nodded.

"Good," she handed it to Hermione after Lucifer motioned for McGonagall to give it to her.

"I must say congratulations to you both, it took you long enough," Hermione's face turned red from embarrassment, she took a peek at her partner, only to see with his usual face, not being affected in the slightest.

But, she knew he was also being quite happy inside.

"Let's go retrieve Potter and head down to the feast, shall we?"

They both nodded and collected Harry outside, making their way to the Great Hall.

It was a sea of pointed black hats; each of the long house tables was lined with students.

Their faces glimmered by the light of thousands of candles, which were floating above the tables in mid-air.

Professor Flitwick, the shortest professor, and probably the shortest Wizard in Britain, was seen carrying a three-legged stool and an ancient looking hat from the hall.

"Oh," Hermione said softly, but disappointed, "We've missed the sorting!"

Professor McGonagall strode off towards her seat at the teacher's table and the three of them went to find Ron at the Gryffindor Table.

Several people looked and pointed at Harry, the boy who fainted.

Hermione wondered if the news had spread that fast?

It was Hogwarts; news and rumors spread like a nasty flu.

Harry sat down beside Ron, while the girl was across from two, only for Lucifer and her to suddenly realise, he had nowhere to sit, just like he doesn't belong here on Earth.

"I'm sorry, Lucifer, I tried to save you a seat, but no one seemed to care," Ron said, pretending to make his face look a bit regretful.

"...It's alright," he said meekly and wandered down the table, looking for an empty spot.

Lucifer doesn't want to make a loud commotion because of such a petty thing.

Hermione watched him walk away from her with a heavy heart.

"You should've tried harder, Ronald!" She said, in a more aggressive tone, directly spitting venom, her fists clenching under the table.

"I'm sorry, okay? I really tried, but I can't clear a room like he can..." Ron tried to defend himself.

Hermione was about to give a cold reply when Dumbledore began to speak loudly.

"Welcome!" He said in a booming voice, the candlelight shimmering on his beard, "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things I'd like to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it is best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled with our excellent feast..." he cleared his throat and then continued.