Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying-Chapter 581 - 191: Carrel’s Time Reversal

Even though the Time Turner in Hermione’s hand was undoubtedly easier to snatch, Carrel hadn’t considered this before.

Maybe it was because Hermione was always isolated by most of her classmates in Gryffindor, which made him feel a sense of shared misfortune;

maybe it was due to jealousy and resentment towards Vid, and the fact that his initial target upon entering Hogwarts was Vid, and even though his intentions changed, he never switched targets.

But at this moment, he had no better choice, and any slight sympathy and goodwill seemed superfluous.

When the Auror amusedly looked at those unfortunate students, Carrel greeted calmly: "Hermione, you didn’t go to Hogsmeade today?"

"I was planning to, but I still have two books left to finish,"

Hermione said dejectedly, her dark circles under her eyes showing. She curiously glanced at the tall adult wizard beside Carrel, then cast a questioning look at her classmate.

"I heard you invited Vid over to your place, why are you back so early?"

"Something came up," Carrel said vaguely, his expression filled with sadness and pain as he lowered his head, "I... I’m leaving Hogwarts, I need to pack my things in the dormitory now..."

He spoke as if he had chosen to drop out, and the Auror glanced at this young criminal and then at the clearly good-hearted female student opposite him, kindly not exposing him.

As expected, Hermione asked with concern, "What happened? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Carrel shook his head, unwilling to say more, and fragily pleaded, "Can you do me a favor, Hermione? Pavarti lent me a book, it should be in her dormitory. Can you help me find it? In the future... I won’t have the chance to return to school."

"Of course, what book?" Hermione said straightforwardly. She slung her bag over her back, used her magic wand to clean the ink spots on her clothes, and turned to walk towards the common room with Carrel.

"It’s a book about time travel, called ’The Eternal End.’ Have you read it?" Carrel casually mentioned a book.

"Oh, of course, it’s Asimov’s work. I finished it when I was seven," Hermione said, "but I haven’t seen Pavarti with that book?"

"Maybe she put it away. You might need to help me look for it..."

"No problem."

Auror: "..."

Wasn’t he supposed to take his parents’ memento with him? Would he lend a memento to someone else?

On second thought, maybe he just wanted to spend more time with the girl he liked... after all, he only had this one chance to pack up his belongings, wanting to take everything with him is also understandable.

The Auror closed his mouth and silently followed behind them.

At the entrance to Gryffindor, the Fat Lady in a pink dress asked: "Password?"

"Lion’s Roar," Hermione said.

The portrait swung open.

The entrance to the Gryffindor common room was a hole behind the portrait, not very spacious. Carrel naturally stepped back, letting Hermione go in first, and then he crawled in himself.

Just as the Auror was about to crawl in last, the portrait suddenly closed.

"You are not a Gryffindor student," the Fat Lady squinted and looked down, asking: "What do you want to go inside for?"

"I’m an Auror from the Ministry of Magic. I’m responsible for watching over that little guy just now..." The Auror said halfway when he suddenly realized he was explaining to a painting. Helplessly, he patted his forehead and said, "The password is Lion’s Roar, right? Please open the door."

"Alright, the password is correct," the Fat Lady said disgruntled.

She slowly opened the portrait, and the Auror hurriedly climbed in. There were a few lower-year students in the common room, who hurriedly stood up from the sofa, staring in surprise at this unfamiliar adult wizard.

The Auror didn’t see Carrel at first glance, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was amiss. Then, he saw the brown-haired girl lying on the table asleep in an armchair, and his face turned deathly pale.

...

A minute ago.

Through the doorway, Carrel had a lower line of sight than Hermione, and he immediately saw the wand Hermione casually slipped into her pocket.

The side of a Hogwarts school robe, like most Wizards’ Robes, had a long, narrow pocket where a wand over ten inches long could be easily inserted. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Students at school generally did not have the concept of needing to protect their wands.

Carrel, having learned various skills during organizational training, swiftly reached out and stole her wand without Hermione noticing it at all.

Hermione continued walking ahead: "I remember Pavarti swapped Friendship Books with Harry. I’ll ask him to help find out where Pavarti put that book..."

"Sorry, Hermione."

From behind, Carrel pointed the wand at the girl’s back and softly said, "Stupefy!"

Without a sound, Hermione fell to the ground, and Carrel quickly helped her into the nearby armchair. He reached out, taking the golden necklace, long coveted, from around the girl’s neck.

As he put the Time Turner around his own neck, Carrel trembled with excitement. Seeing the door slowly opening, he didn’t hesitate to mimic Hermione’s action and turned the golden hourglass.

He rotated it twice.

Time flew backward swiftly, and in an instant, Carrel was back two hours earlier.

At this time, all the students going to Hogsmeade had already left the school, the lower-year students hadn’t gotten up yet, and the common room was empty, with no one else present.