"Don't talk to each other!" Professor Sprout's presence broke the tension between Hermione, Harry, and Ron, but instead of easing it, it pushed it into another sense of tension.

She hurriedly walked over, looked very serious, and said sharply, "You are too far behind!" Other students have already done it! ”

"Okay, Professor, let's do it." Ron hurriedly agreed, and when Professor Sprout turned around, he whispered to the two, "We should listen to the spell with closed earbuds." ”

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

As soon as the hand touched the stump, it immediately came to life. Long thorny vines sprang out, flung around in the air, and frantically attacked the three of them. One landed on Hermione's hair, and Hermione just snapped her fingers and hit it back. Harry and Ron struggled to grab the two vines, tie them in a knot, and pull them aside to reveal a small hole.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hermione put her arm into the hole. As soon as she reached inside, the hole slammed shut, biting her arm hard. Harry and Ron tugged at the vines as hard as they could, allowing the hole to open again, and Hermione took the opportunity to withdraw her arm, clutching one of the same pods Neville had just held.

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

"Squeeze the juice out! While it's fresh! Professor Sprout's voice rang out again, and Ron gripped the pod with a bitter face, squeezing it with all his might, and his whole face was distorted.

"If I have a house in the future, I definitely won't grow this kind of thing in the garden......" Ron said through gritted teeth, his eyes glanced at Hermione, who had a calm face, and his mind turned, and he decisively chose to change the subject.

"By the way, Professor Slughorn is throwing a Christmas party, Harry, you won't be able to escape this time." "He specifically asked me what day you were available, so he could schedule the evening on a night that you would be able to attend." ”

Hearing this, Harry smiled wryly. Professor Slughorn has invited him several times this semester now, and it seems that this time there is no way to do it.

"Or are you still entertaining Slughorn's darlings?" He asked helplessly.

"Yes, for the Slug Club." Ron's tone was suddenly a little sour, "No one else is eligible, if they weren't invited. ”

"Haven't I taken you there a few times? If you don't want to, you can ask Harry to take you there next time, as a 'guest'. Hermione's words made Ron speechless for a moment, but apparently Hermione was just habitually scolding and didn't take it too seriously.

After so many years, she knows very well what kind of person Ron is.

The rest of the time, they didn't talk about Slughorn's party again, instead focusing all their energy on fighting the dangerous pimple vines. Even with the best guards, they were still very embarrassed after the course.

Of course, it was much better than Neville, and he went straight to the school hospital after class.

There are too many wounds that need to be properly treated.

"Wait a minute, there's one more thing I need to ask you." After class, Harry immediately pulled Ron out, but was chased by Hermione not long after, which couldn't help but make Harry a little worried.

He knew what Hermione had stopped him for, but because of this, he felt embarrassed, after all, he didn't know much, and he had told Hermione everything.

"Hermione, I ......" Harry was interrupted before Hermione could finish his sentence.

"What's the password for Dumbledore's office?" She asked calmly, but Harry felt a chill down his spine.

Faced with this situation, Hermione didn't dare to touch his head again. After getting the password, Hermione left and walked straight to the castle.

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

"Nothing will happen, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.

"It should be......" Harry sighed, he didn't know.

As the two of them walked back slowly, full of concern, Hermione had already rushed back to the castle. Walk up the stairs to the eighth floor, say the order to the stone monster in front of the headmaster's office, and step straight up after the spiral staircase appears.

After calming down a little at the door, there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Granger, I've been wondering when you'll be here, and it's about the same as I expected." Dumbledore sat behind the desk and smiled at a calm Hermione.

"Professor Dumbledore." Hermione owes a debt and still maintains basic etiquette, "I want to confirm one thing to you......"

"It's about Miss Julian." Dumbledore motioned for Hermione to sit down in the chair in front of him, waved his wand, handed over a glass of honey water, and said, "Yes, that memory did come from her. ”

"You shouldn't have done that, Professor." Hermione pursed her lips, a look of disappointment in her eyes, "Ike isn't an enemy, you know it!" ”

"But in my position, I have more to think about, Miss Granger...... I can't ignore any of the possibilities, let alone the ...... according to the signs now."

"That couldn't have happened, Ike believe it!" Hermione's attitude was very resolute, and she went toe-to-toe with Dumbledore, not backing down, "You pushed him into the distance with your own hands, Professor!" ”

"I know him, and if there's anyone in this world who can make him desperate to leave everything behind, it's Ms. Julian."

"You may not have noticed, but in fact not even one of the Death Eaters who did all the evil things went to Gloucester, they avoided it...... But Professor, you broke the protection that Ike left for Julian. ”

Looking at the angry Hermione in front of him, Dumbledore was silent. After a long time, he said slowly: "I just did what I had to do...... If there are any consequences, I will take it all ......"

"But I don't regret it, it's something that has to be done."

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

"Me?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "It's true that I don't know Mr. Strade as well as you do, but I know that he won't let any emotions be a burden until he accomplishes that unknown goal......"

"Otherwise, why do you think he did that magic on Lady Julianne?"

"And I don't think you carry more weight in his heart than Lady Julian......"

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

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

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

"In his heart, my weight is the heaviest ......"

"All the time!"