Magical Studies at Hogwarts

"Stop whispering!" The appearance of Professor Sprout broke the tense atmosphere between Hermione, Harry, and Ron, but it did not ease it, but instead pushed the tension to another level.

She hurried over, with a very serious look on her face, and said sternly: "You are too far behind! Other students have already taken action!"

"Okay, Professor, let's do it now." Ron agreed quickly. Seeing Professor Sprout turn around, he whispered to the two of them, "We should use earplugs to listen to the spell."

"Forget it, let's get started..." Hermione wanted to say something else, but looking at the nervous expressions of the two of them, she decided to let it go for the time being and start dealing with the very lethal stump among them.

As soon as my hand touched the stump, it immediately came to life.Long thorny vines jumped out, swung around in the air, and attacked the three of them crazily.One fell on Hermione's hair, and Hermione just moved her fingers and knocked it back.Harry and Ron struggled to grab two vines, tied them into a knot, and then pulled them to the side, revealing a small hole.

Without any hesitation, Hermione put her arm directly into the hole.As soon as she reached in, the hole suddenly closed, biting her arm hard.Harry and Ron pulled on the vines desperately, and then the hole was reopened. Hermione also took the opportunity to retract her arm, holding a pod like the one Neville was holding just now.

"Give me the bowl," Hermione said, and Harry quickly handed over a clean, empty bowl and asked her to quickly throw the pods in.

"Squeeze out the juice quickly! While it's fresh!" Professor Sprout's voice sounded again. Ron grabbed the pod with a bitter look on his face and squeezed it with all his strength, his whole face All twisted.

"If I have a house in the future, I will definitely not plant this kind of thing in the garden..." Ron gritted his teeth and glanced at Hermione, who had a calm face. His mind turned around and he decisively chose to change the topic.

"By the way, Professor Slughorn is holding a Christmas party. Harry, you can't escape this time." Ron said. "He specifically asked me which day you were free so that he could arrange the party." On a night where you’re sure to be there.”

Hearing this, Harry smiled bitterly.Professor Slughorn has invited him several times so far this semester, and it seems that there is nothing he can do this time.

"Are they still those darlings who specialize in entertaining Slughorn?" he asked helplessly.

"Yes, it is specially held for the Slug Club." Ron's tone suddenly became sour, "No one else is eligible, if they are not invited."

"Have I not taken you there a few times? If you don't want to, you can ask Harry to take you there as a 'guest' next time." Hermione's words made Ron speechless for a moment, but it was obvious that Hermione was just a habitual It was just a retort, but I didn’t take it too seriously.

Having been classmates for so many years, she knew exactly what kind of person Ron was.

During the rest of the time, they did not talk about Slughorn's party, but focused all their energy on fighting those dangerous knotty vines.Even with strict protection, they were still very embarrassed after the course.

Of course, it was much better than Neville. He went directly to the school hospital after class.

There are too many wounds and they need good treatment.

"Wait a minute, there's something else I need to ask you." After class, Harry immediately pulled Ron out, but was chased by Hermione not far away, which made Harry a little worried.

He knew why Hermione stopped him, but because of this, he felt embarrassed. After all, he didn't know much, and he had already told Hermione.

"Hermione, I..." Before Harry could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hermione.

"What's the password to Dumbledore's office?" she asked calmly, but Harry only felt a chill running down his spine.

Faced with Hermione in this situation, he didn't dare to get into trouble again.After receiving the password, Hermione left directly and walked straight to the castle.

Harry and Ron both knew that she must have gone to find Dumbledore.

"Is something going to happen, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Probably..." Harry sighed, he had no idea.

While the two of them walked back slowly with worry, Hermione had already rushed back to the castle.Go straight up the stairs to the eighth floor, say the password to the stone monster in front of the principal's office, and when the spiral staircase appears, step directly up it.

He calmed down a little at the door before knocking on the door.

"Miss Granger, I've been wondering when you would come over, and it's pretty much what I expected." Dumbledore sat behind the table and said to the calm Hermione with a smile.

"Professor Dumbledore." Hermione bowed, still maintaining basic etiquette, "I want to confirm something with you..."

"It's about Ms. Julianne." Dumbledore motioned Hermione to sit on the chair in front of him, waved his wand, handed over a glass of honey water, and said, "Yes, that memory was indeed obtained from her. of."

"You shouldn't do this, Professor." Hermione pursed her lips, with disappointment in her eyes, "Ike is not an enemy, you know it!"

"But in my position, I need to consider more, Miss Granger...I can't ignore any possibility, not to mention the current signs, then..."

"That was impossible, I believe Ike!" Hermione's attitude was very firm, confronting Dumbledore and refusing to give in, "It was you who pushed him far away with your own hands, Professor!"

"I know him, and if there's anyone in the world that he can put everything behind him, it's Ms. Julianne."

"Perhaps you haven't discovered that in fact, none of the evil-doing Death Eaters went to Gloucester. They all avoided it... But Professor, you personally broke the secret that Ike left for Julianne. protection of."

Looking at the angry Hermione in front of him, Dumbledore fell silent.After a long time, he slowly said: "I just did what I should do... If there are any consequences, I will bear them wholeheartedly..."

"But I don't regret it, it was what had to be done."

As he spoke, he paused, pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said calmly: "Miss Granger, compared to me, I think you are the one who needs to worry most."

"Me?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed, I don't know Mr. Stride as well as you do, but I know that he will not let any emotion become a burden to him before completing his unknown goal. …”

"Otherwise, why do you think he would cast that spell on Ms. Julianne?"

"Compared to Ms. Julian, I don't think you have a heavier weight in his heart..."

"You're wrong, Professor," Hermione interrupted suddenly.

"What?" Dumbledore couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the determination on Hermione's face.

Hermione showed a sweet smile, her expression was full of confidence, and she said firmly:

"In his heart, I am the heaviest..."

"Always!"