Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"..."

Harry was speechless for a moment, these words didn't sound like something Hermione would say at all, they sounded... mean.

He didn't know how to answer.

However, Harry just didn't know how to respond. Ron, who had been secretly eavesdropping from behind, blushed immediately -

His face suddenly turned red, and the freckles on his face seemed to glow:

It seemed that Hermione didn't just say a word, but rushed over and punched him.

He is now in a state of "being angry and wanting to refute, but not wanting to expose the fact that he has been eavesdropping and embarrass himself".

The point is, Ron is the type of person who becomes more and more dumb when he gets excited. After the red fever, he stammered and couldn't even speak clearly, let alone quarrel.

After the atmosphere changed quietly, the slow-witted Harry Potter finally realized that Ron might, perhaps, or might seem to be... eavesdropping behind him.

"Um... that, Hermione, you know, after Ben Ben... died, Ron has been in a bad mood... so... I mean... you can just apologize to him a little?"

Harry forced a smile, but spoke incoherently, a little lacking in confidence.

To everyone's surprise, Hermione raised her eyebrows:

"Apologize? Oh, I'm sorry about his rats - but I don't think I have anything to apologize for."

(The former is "feel sorry", which is a simple polite expression and can also be translated as "feeling sorry", without any sincerity; the latter is "say sorry", which is used to apologize.)

Before Harry could say anything, Ron couldn't sit still anymore:

"Hermione Granger! How dare you...your...your cat! Ate my mouse!"

The atmosphere in the lounge suddenly turned cold, and everyone who was celebrating looked at each other in confusion.

Fred and George looked at each other and hurried over to smooth things over:

"Hey, hey, hey, little Ronnie, come on, it's just an old rat--"

"Yeah, it's still the junk that Percy doesn't want--"

"Look, let's buy you a new one—"

"The new rat—"

"Or maybe you want something else—"

"As long as it's not an owl—"

Then, the two of them turned to the crowd and waved with a 50.00% similarity in their movements.

Because they both turned in opposite directions.

The other Gryffindor students had also been celebrating for a long time. After everyone thought that this was not something worth seeing, they all went back to the dormitory to rest.

Fred and George looked at the trio. After their interruption, the atmosphere on the field was no longer so tense.

Ron was still blushing, but "had changed tack to glaring."

Hermione stared back at Ron with a cold, indifferent expression, without any fear...

She had originally wanted to have a good talk with Ron.

It's a pity that this guy still has this attitude, with a face full of bitterness and hatred, which makes her very angry...

......

Well, then don't talk nicely.

......

"My cat ate your mouse."

Hermione spoke slowly, as if to confirm.

Ron's face lit up like a safety light, and the freckles on his face glowed red - he was angry.

"Then you still...!"

He said.

"I don't see anything wrong with that, Ronald Weasley."

Hermione said coldly, in a tone very similar to the one Snape used when he was favoring Malfoy.

"It is natural for a cat to eat a mouse."

She paused, not giving Ron any chance to lose his temper:

"Also, I said, I'm 'very sorry' about this."

The words were correct, but they sounded even more sarcastic.

“You…! You!”

"What do you mean by 'I'? The problem is you. It was you, Ron, who didn't take good care of the mouse as a pet. Instead, you asked me to suppress the instinctive reaction of a cat. Can you say that this is my fault?"

Although I don’t know who he learned this skill of putting the blame on others, it should be the result of the efforts of version T0.

In any case, it is a bit of a pipe dream for Ron, the tongue-tied Red Wen, to win over Hermione, who has "already adjusted her mental state because of Anriel and is in full attack mode", in terms of verbal combat.

If the Weasley twins and Harry hadn't held him back, it looked like Ron was going to rush over and punch Hermione.

"Hermione, that's all... a small apology..."

George sidled up to Hermione and whispered.

Hermione shook her head.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that he doesn't accept it... and this matter is much more complicated than you think."

She looked at the four people present, thought for a moment, and added:

"That rat should have died a long time ago."

No one understood.

Hermione seemed to understand.

She seemed to understand a little bit why Anriel didn't let her make this public...

In that case, what else is there to say?

Hermione stood up... and gave Ron a disdainful look.

That's right, contempt.

When a person knows the truth but cannot make it public for some reason, there are only two emotions:

The first is a feeling of anxiety and impatience, which is worrying about those who are not aware of the situation.

The second type is a sense of superiority, which is caused by the feeling that - I am the only one who knows the truth, because you are too low-class, I cannot tell you the truth.

For people like Hermione, this sense of superiority is even stronger...

This can be seen from the fact that she always enjoys the feeling of being the first or even the only person in the class to answer a question in class.

Even when she learned from Snape's class that Lupin was a werewolf, she was still enjoying the pleasure of keeping the secret to herself, and she didn't tell any of her close friends...

Maybe there was a reason for not wanting Lupin to be fired, but the main reason was...

This is an innate arrogance in Hermione.

She has a proud soul.

"If you don't have anything else urgent to do...I'm going to go to bed, please forgive me."

She turned around and walked up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory without looking back, without even glancing at the four dazed boys.

......

Harry and Ron went back to the dormitory to sleep. No one looked very happy. The good mood brought by winning the Quidditch game seemed to be ruined by this incident.

The two of them dressed, washed, and went to bed...

until……

A scream cut through the night.

"What happened? Ron? Is that you?"

Harry fumbled to push his glasses up his nose and half-tumbled out of bed.

"That guy! Black! Sirius Black!"