Time-Turner is a device used for time travel; the number of times the hourglass is turned represents the number of hours that time is reversed.
Misuse could potentially kill one's past or future self, or completely alter a person's life trajectory, causing someone who should have existed to never be born.
Therefore, the Ministry of Magic conducts rigorous due diligence when approving the use of Time-Turner.
The Ministry of Magic has also enacted hundreds of laws concerning the holder of the Time-Turner and imposed the harshest punishments on abusers.
With a little bit of fright from McGonagall, Hermione's lips trembled as she made repeated assurances.
Vincent also cooperated by promising to strictly follow the instructions.
First, the process of time reversal must not be discovered by anyone.
Second, we cannot change anything that has already happened in the past.
Third, the maximum duration of time travel is 5 hours.
After swearing she would never tell anyone about the existence of the Time-Turner, McGonagall's expression softened.
She didn't know Vincent would strictly abide by the rules, but Hermione seemed to be sweating profusely, certainly would.
"It's almost time; we should attend the opening banquet."
Vincent got up and opened the office door, meeting Harry's eyes with ecstatic joy.
Hermione, who was following behind, wasn't quite at his level, but she was also clearly delighted.
McGonagall, who came out last, had her lips pursed, but you could vaguely tell that she was in a good mood.
Arriving at the corner of the first-floor Entrance Hall, she walked towards the new student waiting room on the left.
Not long after they sat down at the Gryffindor table, McGonagall led a group of new students into the Great Hall.
Astoria's big eyes Winky.
Countless floating candles illuminated the magnificent Great Hall, while the high ceiling reflected the rainy night sky outside.
After the patched-up Sorting Hat finished singing the Sorting Hat Song in a rather rock-and-roll tone, McGonagall returned to the front of the freshmen's line.
"When I call someone's name, that person should put on their hat, sit down, and wait for the sorting."
"Jeff Antonie!"
Slytherin!
Fred and George booed as they did every year.
"Amy Bellatrix Lestrange!"
"Gryffindor!"
The counterattack, spearheaded by the Black Swan Club, has begun.
But when it comes to stirring things up, the twins are the best.
Dumbledore at the staff table, smiled and popped a small candy into his mouth.
The students were all in high spirits; the Dementors' influence must have mostly dissipated.
He glanced meaningfully at Vincent, who seemed somewhat distracted, as if expecting something.
"Astoria Greengrass!"
Fred and George quieted down.
Anyone who dares to kick Draco's knee should be assigned to Gryffindor.
Astoria strode over to the Sorting Hat, picked it up, and greeted it politely, "Hello, Mr. Hat."
The Sorting Hat grinned widely, as if recalling that scene from two years ago.
She gracefully put on her hat and sat quietly in the chair, waiting.
"Wow, so you have such aspirations—" The Sorting Hat's voice echoed in my mind.
Astoria paused for a moment, then nodded her head shyly.
"Keep going, kid!"
The Sorting Hat grinned widely. "Slytherin!"
"No!" Fred and George cried out in despair.
Draco at the Slytherin table picked at his ear.
Hermione at the Gryffindor table also looked on in disbelief.
Seeing that Vincent and Daphne didn't react much, she suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.
The house assignments based on personality traits don't tell us anything.
While the environment may have an impact, the most important thing is the essence.
Astoria smiled and walked toward the Slytherin table, seemingly very satisfied with the sorting results. After hugging her sister Daphne, she sat down in the freshman's seat and politely greeted her classmates.
The Greengrass Family has been very high-profile lately, and many students are trying to curry favor with them.
Good upbringing did not make her arrogant; her impartial attitude made her even more likable.
Daphne was completely relieved.
No matter what mischief the Black Swan Club is up to, Astoria is no longer the person she once was.
Pure-blood Supremacy?
Go to hell!
As time passed, McGonagall called out the last newborn's name:
"Romilda Vanni!"
This is a shy girl with black eyes and black hair.
"Gryffindor!"
After the traditional Sorting Ceremony comes the opening banquet that students look forward to the most.
But before that, Dumbledore has a few words to say.
"Welcome! Welcome back to Hogwarts..."
After his opening remarks, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Our school has recently received several Dementors from Azkaban, sent by the Ministry of Magic on official business."
As you all probably already know, they just finished searching the school bus.
He paused, "They are stationed at every entrance to the school, and I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission."
No trickery, deception, or disguise can fool Dementors, not even the Invisibility Cloak.
Dumbledore glanced at the Gryffindor table. "The nature of Dementors is not to understand, argue, or beg."
Therefore, I remind everyone here not to give them any reason to harm you.
I hope the Prefect and our newly elected student council presidents will ensure that no student gets into a conflict with Dementors.
As Percy puffed out his chest, Vincent winked innocently at the staff table.
Snape happened to witness this scene, and his already unpleasant expression immediately darkened.
A conflict is one where both sides are evenly matched; when one side is being attacked unilaterally, that's called bullying.
"Let's change to a Dumbledore, withdrawing his gaze.
"Two new professors will be joining our staff this year."
He glanced at Snape face had turned extremely pale.
"First of all, Professor Lupin, I am very happy that he can fill the vacancy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Sparse applause rang out in the Great Hall.
Other professors, while not exactly glamorous, weren't exactly dressed in rags either.
The awkward silence was only temporary, as Vincent and his friends gave them a warm round of applause.
With them starting, the applause grew louder and louder.
Snape's entire face was twitching at the staff table.
His angry, hateful gaze shot straight to the other side of the long table.
This is the look in his eyes when he looks at Harry.
Many students noticed it.
Being a representative professor for only one semester was clearly not enough to satisfy the Old Bat.
Vincent squinted, looking back and forth at both ends of the staff table.
One had greasy hair and a sallow face, the other looked haggard and worn out.
Snape was probably malnourished as a child, and Lupin seemed to have been living a life of hardship and exposure to the elements for a long time.
If I'm not mistaken, these two may have been students from the same period.
Combining those memories of the Bat Cave...
Four Gryffindor students and one Slytherin student...
The case has been solved!
Even without having seen Snape's memories firsthand, Vincent was certain that Lupin was one of the students at the time.