0370 Hermione’s Class

0370 Hermione’s Class

In Paris, where the romantic ambiance blended with historical grandeur, Bryan became entangled in matters affecting Hogwarts. Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, Hermione had been nervous all day. She had just been assigned to help with what appeared to be a physical education class, but was, according to Fred and George, actually a military training course.

As the gloomy sky darkened, her state became increasingly hysterical.

After dinner, in the noisy common room, the small groups involved in this class had gradually gathered. Hermione paced back and forth by the fireplace, imagining the situations that might occur later. Her anxious appearance made the already nervous Neville appear even more helpless.

"No need to be so tense, Hermione—"

Hermione and Neville had been appointed as assistants by Professor Watson, which was absolutely a good thing for Gryffindor. Harry was also pleased about this.

"If anything happens, we won't just stand by."

"You don't understand, Harry!" Hermione muttered distractedly, her mind consumed by the weight of her responsibilities.

"Something is bound to happen, right? I must be fully prepared so as not to betray Professor Watson's trust. If Professor Watson returns and sees that the physical education class he values so much has disbanded, I will definitely be expelled from Hogwarts!"

Hermione's ominous assumption made Neville even more nervous. He helplessly darted his eyes around, hoping someone could offer a reasonable suggestion.

"But Professor Watson has given you authority, hasn't he?" Ron interjected; his voice coming with the crunch of a potato pie as he relished in Hermione's frantic appearance.

"If those slimy Slytherin snakes dared to cause trouble, you could have them clean all the castle's bathrooms. I think you should talk to Percy; he has a book called 'How Prefects Gain Power.' When Percy knew that he was appointed as a prefect that summer, he always kept that book in his hands. Rumor has it that it contains a thousand legal reasons to detain young wizards in detention."

Neville's eyes lit up, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't know how. However, Hermione sternly stopped him.

"We can't abuse our authority, Neville!"

"If you're really worried about classroom discipline, Hermione—" Harry hesitated for a moment before offering a more sensible suggestion. "I can ask Sirius. I think if he appears in the classroom, those Slytherins definitely won't dare cause you any trouble."

This method was indeed not bad, and even Hermione was somewhat moved. However, after brief contemplation, Hermione still shook her head slightly.

"Professor Watson obviously hopes we'll get some training, so this is our own matter. What's the point of seeking Sirius's help?"

"Malfoy, that little bastard won't care about righteousness and morality, silly girl," Fred's voice rang out in a light tone as the mischievous twins descended the rotating staircase, their footsteps echoing with a sense of unrestrained energy.

"Regardless, we need to rely on ourselves," Hermione said, the gleam in her eyes gradually becoming resolute.

After a few simple conversation, Gryffindor's group had arrived at the physical education classroom. The Hufflepuff students had almost all gathered, and the remaining three Ravenclaw girls had also arrived. Harry wondered why they didn't invite Luna along, but when he saw the tall, thin figure of Cedric Diggory surrounded by the group of Ravenclaw girls, his mood soured inexplicably, and he forgot about standing up for Luna.

Some Slytherins had also arrived. They glanced indifferently at the Gryffindor group before returning their gaze and continuing their own conversation.

Professor Watson had often been absent for entire days recently, and even during mealtimes, he was nowhere to be seen at the staff table. Therefore, the students from the other three houses were unaware of his departure.

Over the next ten minutes, the classroom door opened and closed ceaselessly, as the remaining students trickled in, gradually filling the room. Malfoy and Parkinson also entered during this period. They were all waiting for Professor Watson, who habitually appeared at the last moment.

Harry eavesdropped on Cedric's conversation with the three Ravenclaw girls, but as the class start time approached, his attention returned to Hermione and Neville. Neville looked hopeless, standing as stiff as a block of wood, while Hermione, noticing Harry's worried gaze as she tried to calm herself with rapid breaths, gave him a reassuring look.

"Ahem!"

At precisely 7:59 p.m., Hermione's voice rang out, a sharp cough that reverberated through the room – This was a pre-arranged signal. The Gryffindor students immediately began lining up, while the students from the other three houses, however, found themselves bewildered by this sudden display, their expressions a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Neville also tried to return to his position, but Hermione grabbed him and held him back.

The trembling, sweat-drenched Neville immediately made the young wizards in the room, whose observational skills had been honed, realize that something might happen.

Some were curious, while others remained indifferent.

"Ahem!" Hermione's voice rang out once more, a deliberate cough that once again caught everyone's attention. Her piercing gaze fell upon Luna, who was standing off to the side in a daze.

"What?" Pansy Parkinson sneered. "Did your throat get clogged with frog brains, Granger?"

Laughter immediately broke out in the classroom, mostly from the Slytherins, though some Hufflepuffs also found Parkinson's words funny.

"In fact!" Hermione's voice rang out, clear and unwavering, her resolve steeled by the mockery that sought to challenge her. In that moment, the anxiety that had previously gripped her heart dissipated, replaced by a newfound determination that burned brightly within her heart.

Her gaze did not linger upon Pansy Parkinson, nor did she tried to acknowledge the insult. Instead, her eyes swept across the assembled students, her voice carrying the weight of authority as she said loudly,

"Professor Watson left Hogwarts this morning on business. To prevent any disruption to the progress of this class, before leaving, he appointed me, as well as Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, as assistants for this class to supervise the daily training during his absence from school. Now,"

Hermione paused, drawing a deep, steadying breath, her resolution unwavering even in the face of the Slytherins's contemptuous reactions to her words. "I hope you will line up quickly so we can begin today's training!"

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