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Chapter 271

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Hermione's Diary 1

1993

December 24, Rain

Dear Diary,

Or no, to be honest, I don't have the habit of keeping a diary,

I used to have a small notebook that I always carried with me,

I used it to arrange my schedule or act as a memo, but to be honest,

I don't have the habit of keeping a diary,

First of all, my memory is good enough to not forget the dinner topic from a week ago,

Second of all, using pen and paper to record or analyze my feelings is really a bit shameful in front of outsiders.

But maybe it's time, in this moment of time confusion, in this moment that can only be remembered by being recorded,

Using pen and paper to record what is happening suddenly has a solemn meaning. This is not just something that happens in the private sphere,

What I'm going to record,

Is something that might affect the timeline,

Then let me be the historian for once!

Harry left,

This is the first thing I want to record.

Or to put it in a more Harry -he eloped with Professor Snape! I'm not saying that I'm surprised by Harry's endless "surprises," but this kind of thing,

Tsk tsk,

Even on Harry Potter's list of wonderful things, it's very remarkable. Yes, we really have such a list. With Professor Xavier's acquiescence,

They also drove away Tadis,

Saying that they were going to take refuge at another point in time.

Of course, there was enough reason for this elopement. Professor Snape said,

Harry's scar is connected to Nihon. If he stays with us, I'm afraid that Nihon will take advantage of the situation and threaten our safety. Just like all the time, for our safety, Harry has to stand up or escape somewhere else.

Professor Xavier also said that Harry is our only and reliable friend, and escaping is also a way to buy time to find a way to resist. Of course, I can understand them. I know better than most what a selfless friend Harry is, he will never give up on us.

But he is likely to give up on himself. Perhaps this was the reason why my head was filled with the feeling of being abandoned.

November 1, 1993

Rain

Another Restart Day. There was no surprise at all.

The situation in this round was similar to the previous ones. Most of us, the so-called protagonists, were in the so-called "prime of our lives." Except for Professor X and Magneto, I guess we were all stuck at the age when Harry had the deepest impression of us.

The situation in Grimm Town was the same as before. Mayor Wolverine and President Wayne guarded the town like an iron bucket, one in the open and one in the dark. The "ordinary" residents who could still stay in this town were either delusional (led by King Neptune), or they had the potential to become supervillains or superheroes. We didn't reject either of them.

Perhaps it was because of the reboot setting. Although Professor Xavier and Mr. Wayne repeatedly ordered us to hide our identities, we didn't care much about hiding our identities. At the meeting today, Deadpool and other anti-hero characters came directly in uniforms. Although they also had a sign of the cosplay club, the principal's face was still quite ugly.

But to be honest, I don't think I should mind it that much. At the very least, there was no need to announce in front of so many people that Little Peter would be locked up for two months. Although Deadpool's tearful drum performance after that was very pleasant, he didn't know what to do.

I was still responsible for the task of compiling the list. 90% of the people present had recovered their memories, and the rest still thought they were living in an absurd dream. Nevermind, they will get used to it. When sorting out the list, I saw the original information written by Harry. I don't know which era that kid ran to now.

Because some time ago (dear diary, count it, it's only been two days!) We — I mean, Professor Xavier and I both tacitly agreed not to tell Drac and the others the truth about Harry, Professor Snape, and Tadis' disappearance for the time being. They had a sissy quarrel in front of me this afternoon. The quarrel should have been directed at me, but soon they fired at each other. Drac accused Ron of being slow, and Ron accused Drac of being arrogant. So in the end, they didn't understand that our concealment was actually to prevent their emotions from overflowing.

Qin, Zhang Qiu, and I all agreed that the two guys' recent unrestrained emotions came from their hormones, because all the teachers in the academy only recognized our actual age.

November 7, 1993

It's still raining

It's still raining in Granger.

The materials left by Harry (novels, newspapers, picture books) have been stored with me. Professor Xavier borrowed them several times and returned them. He said: This is your story. I don't know what to say. Superheroes who lost their armor and superpowers could still be heroes (this was also the reason why both DC and Marvel still persisted in their training and activities), but of course, wizards who lost their magic could no longer be called wizards. Now, we were all muggles.

Mystique and Friends had been disbanded, partly because the grown-up Neville could no longer fit into his panda costume (Merlin, that's not cute at all!), and partly because Neville had grown too big to fit into his panda suit. On the other hand, it's also because we each have a new identity after growing up. Suddenly growing up doesn't give us too much confusion. Thank you Qin for the guidance! Maybe it's because modern teenagers mature later, except for the first few days of stumbling, even Drac can handle some things with Robin's team. I always thought he was a bit childish.

Ron, on the other hand, wasn't with him. He had always gotten along well with the students from Marvel. He seemed to have been training the newcomers with the Summers brothers these days. I didn't know if he had enough professional ability. I don't know if it was the teachers' idea to separate the two of them, but it did prevent them from yelling and screaming from time to time. However, without the gay jokes during mealtimes, it was quite boring to only have Neville, who was smiling warmly beside me.

As for me? Haha, I'm still dealing with the so-called emotional problems, so Principal Xavier removed me from the training group and changed me to be a clerk's assistant. This job is usually done by teacher Hank when he's not doing research.

It's been raining for too long, and I don't know if I can make it. Damn it, Harry still hasn't come back … Can he come back?

November 15, 1993 Heavy Rain

I shouldn't have expected to wake up one morning to see Tadis descending from the sky and Harry walking out with a big smile, announcing that the enemy has been defeated. In fact, he never did that. But half a month without any news made me very anxious. Principal Xavier (Merlin, he's had it hard enough!) He even talked to me twice. He's really a very gentle and considerate person, but persuading me to wait patiently didn't work because I know I've been waiting for a long time.

The night Harry left, he told me to wait for his news. If he's succeeded in leaving a message in the past, such as a letter or a note … then I've been waiting for too long. I had every reason to be restless, so restless that every tragic movie from 1888 onwards was playing out in my mind's eye. And for the same reason, I can't spread this anxiety to others, so I started drinking coffee. Caffeine instead of anxiety overflowed from every pore of my body.

Stupid Ron (Actually, I suspect it's Drac, they're really my good friends!) He actually asked Percy to ask me to go to the movies at this time. Of course, the age gap between us is not that noticeable now, but old Percy really lacks love cells. After we failed to communicate in music and acting, we sat in the movie theater and talked about the economic crisis in Greene. Then he praised me for being the next mayor. Do I need to emphasize that I'm actually not even 14 years old?

Well, I don't need to emphasize it. After all, Percy's tone of farewell when he sent me back to my house was like my Uncle Miller. After I ate a strawberry cake covered with cream in front of him, he even reminded me to remember to brush my teeth before going to bed.

Is he not as good as Harry at understanding a girl's mind? Even if Harry is a little gay who is infatuated with older men (cross out) mature men.

So where the hell is Harry running off to now?

PS: That comment about Harry is a bit harsh, but it's really easy to say.

November 28, 1993. Rainy.

Today we went to see Ginny. We mean: me, Ron, the twins, Percy, Principal Xavier and his wife aka Mr. Magneto, and Kronos.

Ginny slept very peacefully, just like the sleeping beauty we always talk about. I can't see any difference from before. I tried to hold her hand and kissed her forehead, but I'm not Harry. I can't see Ginny's strange and beautiful inner world, but I still feel comforted by my little sister's peaceful sleeping face. I don't know why, but I always feel that until the world turns to ashes, Ginny will also sleep peacefully in the embers of the end of the world. Poetry and beauty are not so easy to destroy. — — This sentence is too Harry's taste, I'll remove it.

The twins are really a ray of light in the gloomy days. They are always hugging and snuggling with each other, spreading love and peace everywhere. The town hospital is now full of patients suffering from "organ depression." When they gather together, it's like a mini Gotham City (Sorry, Batman!).

Until the twins walk in and use a cheerful double act to turn the atmosphere into a 60's soap opera.

When the twins surrounded Ginny and talked, I finally noticed Ron's silence. Then I realized that he and the blonde boy haven't appeared together for a long time. I tried to ask him about Drac's recent situation in a roundabout way, but Ron still gave me the cold shoulder. It really reminded me of Drac's first and second year. Scary.

It wasn't long before Ron realized what I was up to and left with a lame excuse. During the time I was sitting alone in the waiting room, I was shocked to find that there were very few heterosexuals around me, and the first love I was trying to develop was in danger. Maybe I should understand Percy.

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