"Don't worry, Hermione, Hedwig will send the letter to your parents on time." Harry said confidently, "It has never failed - and Professor McGonagall also said that a professor will be arranged to pick you up at your house on the day of the competition, so there will be no delay."

"I'm not worried about this... I, sigh." Hermione sighed, "They mentioned in their reply that they went to Diagon Alley, saying that they were exchanging coins -" "

That's normal." Ron said.

"You don't know them," Hermione shook her hair irritably, "Changing money is just an excuse. I guess they must have gone to Diagon Alley to inquire about the information of the championship."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They didn't have this worry. Ron's whole family were wizards, and Harry didn't think that the Dursleys would secretly run to Diagon Alley to inquire about the news because they were worried about his safety. They would only pray that he would have an accident and never go back. And the only relative in Harry's mind was Sirius.

"This is inevitable," Ron comforted her, "They will know sooner or later--"

"No, you don't understand," Hermione took a deep breath, "Is there any more direct information in the whole Diagon Alley than the video of the Tournament released by Future World? I can imagine that Dad will buy a magic projector and the video of the second project without hesitation. Maybe they have seen it, but they just didn't tell me!"

They came to the Transfiguration classroom lent to them by Professor McGonagall, ready to practice spells, especially those that might be used in the maze. They have been spending the past month like this.

But today, Hermione is completely out of shape.

"No, I can't calm down." She said frustratedly.

"Take a rest first," Harry said, "We have been well prepared. There is no need to work so hard in the remaining two days."

If it were usual, Hermione would definitely be the first to jump up and object, but today she acquiesced to Harry's statement, sitting on the cushion with her knees hugged, looking very helpless.

Harry and Ron didn't know how to comfort her, so they stood there in silence for a while. Harry took out the magic book from his schoolbag. He had read it from beginning to end. The professor said that the book had a very weak effect on him, and the magic in it could probably last for a few months, so he simply gave it to him as a souvenir.

"Do you think it was the influence of the book?" Ron leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Hermione has read it too, right?"

"That was last week," Harry answered in a low voice. He didn't think it was the influence of the book, "The magic effect won't last that long."

"You make sense," Ron said. He took out the magic notebook from his schoolbag and read the short stories on it, occasionally looking up at Hermione in the distance. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "No matter how many times you read it, it's still so scary... I doubt if Hermione had read these stories in her third year, would she dare to use the time turner? I mean, what if she turned a few more times..."

Hermione suddenly stood up, took a few deep breaths, and picked up her schoolbag.

"You're right, I'd better find something to do." She said and walked out of the classroom.

Ron was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Harry, "Did I say anything?" Harry shook his head, and they followed Hermione to the Room of Requirement, "I need an alchemist's laboratory... I need an alchemist's laboratory... I need an alchemist's laboratory..."

A quaint door appeared in front of them.

Hermione exhaled slowly, pushed the door open and walked into the room. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they guessed what she was going to do. "I'm looking forward to this scene, too." Ron muttered, and the two followed closely.

The room was very spacious, with several huge workbenches in the middle. On the table were various strange devices, strange-shaped glass bottles, randomly placed solid wood tool boxes, golden scales, weights, crucibles... Two bookshelves were erected against the wall, filled with common alchemy books.

Hermione put down her schoolbag, took out the time converter from it, and looked back at Harry. Harry tactfully handed her the gray hourglass.

"Are you going to fix it now?" Ron couldn't help asking, "I thought it would take another month or two."

"There's no need to delay," Hermione said calmly, "and it's not a repair, just dismantling it and replacing a part... With Nick Flamel's successful experience, I'm very confident."

"I hope it's as simple as she said." Ron said hopefully.

Harry thought he would see a screwdriver or something, at most this screwdriver could screw in the screws by itself... But Hermione just held the wand, chanted a long spell, and tapped on the golden timer from time to time, or sketched a few magic runes and alchemical symbols and imprinted them on the hourglass. A layer of sweat appeared on Hermione's forehead, and her expression was serious. Harry and Ron didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that their breathing would affect her. After

almost an hour, Hermione was already very tired, but her eyes were bright.

"Hurry, Harry, Ron, do me a favor."

"What do you need us to do?" Harry asked hurriedly, and he and Ron got close to the time converter - this thing flew into the air and kept spinning, while emitting a soft white light.

"Grab it, take down the old hourglass, and replace it with the flat-headed one! Quick!" Hermione said, her face flushed, trying to maintain the magic.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and stretched out their hands nervously. Harry grabbed the timer that kept spinning, like grabbing a dizzy golden snitch, and Ron took the opportunity to pry open the round-headed hourglass inside. "I can't get it off!" Ron shouted.

"Then use more force!" Harry said with a twisted face. This thing was so powerful that it was trying desperately to get rid of his restraints.

Ron gritted his teeth, put both hands on it, and pressed hard--"click", the hourglass was successfully taken off.

Harry immediately picked up the gray hourglass with his other hand, found the right position, and filled the gap with it, "It's done!" At this time, a sudden shock wave spread out with the golden timer as the center, throwing all three people out.

Harry sat up with a grin on his face. His arm hit the sharp corner of the workbench. He suspected that it might be broken, and then he heard two inhalations. Harry raised his head from his arm. Ron and Hermione both opened their mouths and looked in the same direction. He tilted his head and opened his mouth in shock.

The time turner was suspended in the air, emitting a dazzling golden light. Harry squinted his eyes and clearly saw that the gray surface of the hourglass seemed to have been wiped by an invisible hand and regained its luster. The material inside the hourglass - those dark golden lumps continued to melt, twist and deform, and at the same time, they bloomed with a beautiful metallic luster.

It was unknown how long it had passed, and all the golden light disappeared. The time turner fell from the air and rolled twice on the ground without moving.

"We succeeded?" Ron felt incredible.

"Yes, fortunately it succeeded," Hermione smiled, "If it failed, we would have to spend the whole night looking for scattered parts."

After resting for half an hour, Harry and his friends came out of the Room of Requirement. It was already midnight. They returned to the common room carefully. Before returning to their dormitories, Ron was still amazed. "It's incredible... We have repaired a complete time-turner. When can we try it?"

"Not now," said Hermione.

"I know. I mean, wait until the game is over, Hermione. I haven't experienced this feeling yet!" Ron said in a pleading tone.

There was silence for a while.

"Okay," Hermione said hesitantly, "It's not that you can't use it, but there may be risks. You have also seen the fate of those wizards trapped in 'time', right? We'd better take it to the professor for inspection first."

Ron was convinced. He had only one request.

"Don't tell Professor McGonagall. If she knows that we have an uncontrolled time-turner, she will definitely confiscate it!"

"We can ask Professor Happ for help." Harry echoed from the side. He thought Ron's words made a lot of sense. In fact, except for Professor Happ, he couldn't think of any adult who would allow them to have a time-turner.

…

On the morning of June 23, Felix finished the exam for the last grade and returned to the office with a relaxed look on his face. Valen was sitting at his desk without any image, sniffing. He held a postcard in his hand. When he saw Felix coming in, Valen raised his head and looked at him with his bright black eyes in confusion:

"Chi Chi! (Familiar smell!)"