BXBX NOVEL Chapter 321 - 321
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"Problem…" Hermione thought about it. "The silence about the situation led to the fact that we could not meet in the summer, because I was afraid that I would have nowhere to live. But I didn\'t share my fears. And you didn\'t know that I had such a problem, so you didn\'t inform me about the possibility of inviting me to your house. Conclusions?"
"If there is a problem – you need to tell," I shrugged.
"Well noticed. So ... In addition to the fact that my parents tried by hook or by crook to lure me to France for permanent residence, which led to the fact that I did not complete some of my homework ... In addition, I have nowhere to live after the school year, if not to fly to France, of course ... Then I have no more difficulties. For now".
"Hmm…" Thinking, I rubbed my chin. "A huge amount of material for theoretical study, loads of practice... I recently was at the appointment in Malfoy Manor, beat up some Death Eater, helped the mentor solve a problem, threw Snape into the wall, made a speech in front of radicals, and even left unscathed... Potentially got ill-wishers and just interested people ... The year can be interesting".
Hermione looked at me somewhat shocked, but she shook her head with a grin after a couple of seconds.
"A busy summer ... By the way, have you read The Prophet?"
"Which one?"
"Wait a second," Hermione took a thin rectangular bag from under her robes and pulled out a notebook much larger than the bag. "Here you go…."
I picked up a notebook with a small animated cat in the corner.
"Pages twelve to nineteen. There are newspaper clippings".
Once I got to the right pages, I delved into reading the headings and content of the clippings. Their essence was simple: Dumbledore and Potter are two crazy swindlers. This topic was promoted with incredible power and persistence of the publishing house. What everyone saw at the Tournament seemed nothing more than an organized performance to test the fortitude of the one who passed. Like a test. I already knew about such an official position of the Ministry, but the fact that it, through the "Prophet," is trying to discredit Dumbledore and Potter, and it is trying hard, not sparing itself… This is news to me.
"Let\'s say," after reading it, I returned the notebook to Hermione.
"You didn\'t say, but… Minister Fudge personally handed you half of the winnings. Then, in the hospital wing".
"Yes, he did."
"Well…" Hermione was clearly spinning a thought in her head. "Did he say anything?"
"As I recall, Fudge promised to speak with Dumbledore about Hogwarts affairs."
"Oh ... It\'s all very suspicious".
When the train moved off, Hermione and I began to do our homework. I didn\'t do anything at all over the summer – I forgot, I was running around. Knowledge and experience in magic made it possible to relatively quickly make notes on parchments and quite clearly reveal the assigned topics in subjects. We haven\'t forgotten about Flitwick\'s project, which we will have to return to in this academic year.
During the trip, nothing special happened, except for the fact that Hermione flashed the prefect\'s badge.
"You didn\'t tell me about it…." I nodded at this accessory, which was not fixed on the robe, but calmly laid in one of the envelopes that the girl put on the table, transfigured in the middle of the compartment.
"Oh, this?" Hermione took the badge with the word "Prefect" in the background of the House\'s coat of arms. "I\'ll refuse as soon as I see Professor McGonagall."
"What if she doesn\'t give you permission?"
"I\'ll ignore," Hermione shrugged. "I don\'t think we\'ll have time for all this farce."
"Frankly speaking, I thought that if you get such an opportunity, you will agree."
"Absolutely a waste of time. Of course, helping others is a good thing. But it makes sense only when they come for help by themselves. If someone needs help, they will contact me without the prefect\'s badge on my robe".
"Seems logical."