Chapter 812

She wrapped her hand around Darren's neck.

"Darren, it's too crowded, sorry..."

She said she was sorry.

It looked like she was leaning even closer.

"Turn it forward eight times... at that time we should have just received the news that Buckbeak lost the appeal."

She murmured.

Then she turned the golden timer eight times.

Harry felt everything constantly retreating... the environment they were in was also changing.

The color of clouds seemed to flash before his eyes.

The sky turned white again.

Finally.

He stepped on the hard floor.

Everything before his eyes came into focus.

"This..."

Harry looked at everything around him, he felt he couldn't tell if he was dreaming.

But in the next second, he felt the chain around his neck being taken off.

Then he was pulled by Darren and quickly hid inside a cupboard.

Besides him and Darren, Hermione also squeezed in.

"Shh, there's a sound coming, I think that should be us... alright, Harry, now we've come back eight hours ago."

Eight hours ago? Harry really wanted to pinch his own thigh.

This was too dreamy, right?

How did they come back eight hours ago? But he quickly accepted this fact.

"Hermione, how did you get this timer?"

He wanted to touch it out of interest, but Hermione hid the Time-Turner.

"At the beginning of the school year, Professor Snape gave it to Darren, and Professor McGonagall let us use it together.

We used it to attend classes, which is why we were able to take all the courses.

Finally, when Darren and you had a falling out, he didn't want to talk to me either... he finally gave the Time-Turner to me."

Hermione was a bit disappointed.

Originally, she thought she could spend a whole year with Darren, who knew... Darren showed an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, Hermione..."

"Oh, Darren, it's not your fault, now that I think about it, I still feel it was our problem, even now, I still feel very guilty!"

Hermione said earnestly.

Darren hurriedly wanted to open his mouth to farm Fatherly Value.

But he heard Ron's voice coming from outside the cupboard.

"Ah, do we really have to tell Darren this news? He's already sad enough, if he knows Hagrid lost the appeal, I think he'll break down!"

"Shut up, Ron, if you don't tell Darren now, he'll go find Hagrid in a while, we can't hide it."

It was Hermione's voice.

Harry recalled his own performance at the time.

He seemed to have said something.

"Yeah, we should still tell Darren... although I don't know if this is good or bad."

Yes, that was the sentence.

Then they heard the footsteps of their past selves walk past this cupboard, and then disappear around the corner of the corridor.

"We're gone!"

Hermione said.

She pulled Darren out of the cupboard.

Harry also hurried out.

He heard Darren's puzzled voice saying: "I know Headmaster Dumbledore let us change something, and we can even save Buckbeak.

But I don't know why Headmaster Dumbledore let us come back eight hours ago.

I don't remember anything important happening at this time?"

Harry and Hermione tried hard to recall.

They also shook their heads helplessly, because they didn't know what happened at this time either.

"Forget it, let's secretly follow ourselves... be careful not to let them discover us... this feeling of tracking ourselves is really a bit strange."

It really didn't seem like a good thing...