A little badger from Hogwarts

"come here!"

Hart sat on the small sofa on the roadside and asked Hermione to sit opposite him.

Hermione felt very unhappy. She felt that Hart didn't believe her performance and felt that she had been wronged.

But looking at the gentle look from Hart, she hesitated for a while and sat down awkwardly.

Seeing the little girl's awkward look, Hart felt a little embarrassed in his heart. She was only eleven years old after all, but there was nothing she could do about it. Who allowed the situation to be like this!

He didn't want to lose these friends in the battle with the Death Eaters, so he had to help them grow up quickly.

Of course it's better if they are willing. If they are not willing, then all this must be instilled in their minds.

"You should have heard about what happened last year." In the warmth of the fire, Hart began to give himself an example.

"Of course, people from the four colleges are talking about you all the time." Hermione felt a little envious of Hart, envious that he could be liked by so many people.

Especially since he was a young wizard born as a Muggle, this was even more surprising.

"Everyone likes you except the Slytherins."

"This is just the result!" Hart leaned back on the sofa: "In the beginning, when I decided to openly confront Snape, the only people who were willing to stand by my side were Cedric, George and Fred. . Among them, the twin brothers joined us because it was fun."

"No way!" Hermione stood up directly: "Everyone doesn't like Snape, and they are now willing to fight against Snape."

Hart shook his head and said: "That was now. At that time, I was still an ordinary little wizard, and Snape was a notorious professor. Who among you is willing to take the risk and fight with me against his unfair treatment?" .”

Hermione wanted to say that they were too timid, but thinking about the possibility of being expelled, she also became guilty.

"It's normal to be afraid." Hart got straight to the point: "I want to remind you that standing on the side of justice and truth does not mean that you can do whatever you think of. If you want to achieve your ideals , realistic means are also essential.”

"Just say that you want everyone to abide by school rules. Do you really think pointing out their mistakes in front of everyone will make them correct?"

"No." Hermione tilted her head and said, "They care about face. If I do this, it will only make them hate me more."

Hart didn't say anything else. Hermione was also a person with strong self-esteem and it would be good if she could admit her mistakes.

"But why can't everyone be simpler?" Hermione covered her head, very distressed.

Hart almost laughed out loud when he heard this very "petty bourgeoisie" saying, "If you want, I can give you an explanation from various aspects of philosophy, history, and sociology."

"Uh, forget it!" Hermione put down her hands and said hesitantly: "I always feel that you are thinking of something bad."

Hart touched his nose and continued: "I just want to say that this is the fact. If you want to change these situations, you have to admit this objective reality instead of immersing yourself in your own imagination."

"What you want to say is not just the conflict between me and everyone, right?" Hermione seemed to understand something.

"I'm just going to expand on it a little bit and introduce you to some mature ways of doing things." Hart made a godfather gesture, with nothing more than a cat in his hand.

For some reason, Hermione disliked his tone: "You are only two years older than me, so please don't pretend to be an adult."

"Two years older is still older!" Hart saw Hermione relieved and stood up and touched her head.

"Okay, let's stop talking here today, go to bed early!"

"Hey, don't touch my head!"

Hermione waved her hand to hit the arm above her head, but it missed the mark.

Hart had long since withdrawn his hands.

"good night!"

He waved goodbye with his back to Hermione and walked back to his dormitory.

Hermione angrily punched the pillow in her arms twice, mistaking him for Hart and venting her resentment at being underestimated.

……

"I'm done being the little girl's intimate brother."

Hart returned to the dormitory. Cedric, who was leaning on the bed and reading, glanced up at him, then lowered his head to read again.

Hart jumped on his bed and made a comforting noise.

"Alas, it's not easy to find someone who is capable, strong and firm in attitude these days!"

Hart rested his hands on his hands and let out such a sigh.

Last semester, for fear of being implicated, several other people who shared the same dormitory applied to transfer to the dormitory. Now there are only two people in the room, Hart and Cedric.

So, they can discuss things as much as they want.

"You think so highly of that girl?" Cedric put down the book in his hand and raised his head in surprise.

Strictly speaking, Hart's true inner thoughts were only told to Cedric, and only Cedric knew that Hart's ultimate goal was just to change the existing order in the wizarding world.

"In the past, I wanted to find someone to join. You said that the current situation is unclear and it is difficult to distinguish the positions of many people. Why do you favor this little girl so much today?"

Cedric pretended to be enlightened, pointed at Hart, and said sadly: "I didn't expect you to be such a person. I really misjudged you!"

Hart looked at Cedric's funny performance art and rolled his eyes. "Go away, can you think of something serious? This girl is only eleven years old. Do you think I am that kind of beast?"

"Maybe!" Cedric smiled.

"You said you fucked up!" Hart picked up the pillow and threw it at him without saying a word.

Cedric ducked sideways and reached out to grab the pillow thrown at him, "Oh, don't be so excited, it's just a joke."

"This is nothing to joke about!" Hart waved to Cedric, and he threw the pillow back.

"Let's get down to business!" Hart also leaned on the bed and said to Cedric: "Professor Phoenix has promised to be our technical support. He is very interested in our method of mechanically controlling magic text. If you encounter any problems in the future, you can contact us. He asked for advice.”

"Great!" Cedric nodded happily, and then said, "But why didn't you ask the professor for help earlier? Wouldn't it save more time, and we wouldn't have to waste a month in vain."

Hart found a more comfortable posture, moved his body, and replied: "I went to Professor Phoenix for help earlier, so who owns the results of the research?"

"You're not a stingy person. Why don't you just give some of the profits to the professor when the time comes?"

"Two different things!"

Hart sighed, "Dividing profits is secondary. The important thing is not to make everyone feel dependent on who they can turn to for help."

"If I don't understand what you're thinking, it's not a shame to ask the professor for help."

Cedric said this, but his body had no intention of continuing the argument and got directly into bed.

"I'm going to sleep first!"

"All right!"

When Cedric said this, Hart became sleepy, slipped directly onto the bed and turned off the light.

After a while, snoring started to sound in the dormitory.