News is not the content of the forbidden section, and the newspapers of previous years are just sitting on the shelves, waiting for students to look through the stories of the past, the things that are no longer talked about, but that have happened.

For Hermione, who wanted to find information and records, the only obstacle was the sheer size of the Daily Prophet.

Even if these newspapers are arranged by year, it is not easy to find the corresponding news in the Daily Prophet's daily circulation.

Luckily, she has a friend who is familiar with the library and now lives here.

With Isobel's help, she quickly found the corresponding message.

Severus Snape was arrested by the Aurors for a time, but did not resist, and the matter of being saved by Dumbledore at the trial was completely in Hermione's eyes.

"So, Professor Snape was really a Death Eater? Did he really follow the mystery man? ”

After putting down the newspaper in her hand, a look of shock appeared on Hermione's countenance.

"Aren't you looking for news for Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Isobel calmly corrected the 'fallacy' in Hermione's words.

"He's a spy, that's what Headmaster Dumbledore said."

"However, I did see that he was plotting to kill Harry today."

He ...... What? ”

After hearing what Hermione said, Isobel couldn't help but frown.

"What did he do?"

"Didn't you notice? At today's Quidditch match, he cast a curse on Harry's flying broomstick to make him fall straight off it! ”

“……？”

Every word Hermione spoke, Isobel understood, but when they were strung together, she found herself incomprehensible.

"I didn't go to a Quidditch match."

Met Hermione's strange gaze, Isobel explained.

"But I remember you seem to like Quidditch......"

"I'm just a broomstick, Quidditch...... Normally, my classmates and I don't get along anyway. ”

After a fluttering sentence brought this to fruition, Isobel brought the conversation back on track.

"So, at Quidditch, Professor Snape wants to kill Harry?"

"Yes."

"You want him to fall to his death?"

"Yes."

So why not use a curse?

Isobel subconsciously wanted to ask, but her mind was dominated by reason, and she still didn't point out this confusing place after all.

"Speaking of which, how did you come up with the idea to find out his identity?"

"It was Professor Quirrell who said that Professor Snape had followed the Mystic at one point, and that he had a grudge against Harry because of the fact that the Mystic Man was defeated......"

So if that's the case, why not use a curse?

Once again, a similar question crossed Isobel's mind.

Standing here with her, the whole thing really seems to reveal a strong sense of disobedience and funny.

From the perspective of a normal wizard, casting a spell on a broom or something, this kind of thing is not only inefficient, but also stupid.

Could it be that there is a secret in this that she doesn't know?

But for now, it obviously doesn't matter what happens, because Quirrell ...... Or rather, the mystery man has chosen a different path.

In other words, it was actually the result of Harry not dying in an accident.

"So, do you believe what Professor Quirrell says?"

"I ...... I do not know. ”

Under Isobel's gaze, Hermione couldn't help but shake her head.

"Anyway, Professor Quirrell looks very different today, but I think I should tell Harry about what I found here."

Looking at Professor Snape's death-hearted look on the newspaper photo, Hermione couldn't help but gently caress the words on it.

"Perhaps, Professor Quirrell can give us the answer?"

After going around and around, Hermione's side still came to this conclusion.

She breathed a sigh of relief after gently smoothing out the Daily Prophet of ten years ago and putting it back in place.

"Alright, I'll have to tell Harry about it, and I'll have to look into it while it's the weekend."

With that, Hermione wanted to leave.

Staring at her back, which seemed to reveal some kind of impatience, Isobel narrowed his eyes.

She noticed that she seemed to notice something different.

"Hermione."

It wasn't loud, and the library didn't allow disturbing sounds.

But to Hermione, the call was like a needle piercing her back, and she couldn't help but stand still.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

She asked, looking back.

"Nothing, just thinking about ......"

"What are you thinking?"

"The savior and his little henchmen, do you have a good relationship with them?"

"Ah......h

Looking back, Hermione saw Isobel's thoughtful look.

"Back on Halloween, I remember you weren't that on good terms."

"I can only say it's okay."

"...... like this"

Apparently unconcerned about Hermione's vagueness, Isobel just touched his chin.

"Investigating this kind of thing, in fact, there are many people who can do things, why don't I inform Connor and ask him to help...... What do you think? ”

Returning her gaze to Hermione, Isobel saw a complexity that was difficult to describe in a few words.

And the words that came out of her mouth also revealed a strange thing:

"Do you want to trouble him for anything?"

“…… Actually, I don't think it's a problem for him. ”

What's more, he already knew about this kind of thing.

The latter sentence, Isobel did not say.

It's just that the first half of the sentence seems to be enough for Hermione right now—though it's not a positive statement.

“…… Yes, that's right. ”

Hermione smiled wryly.

"If you want to tell him, go ahead and say it, I'll go first."

From beginning to end, Hermione's attitude was full of an awkward attitude, but Isobel could understand it.

The courage to enter Gryffindor, seen through by the Sorting Hat, gave her more action than the average young wizard.

But the real source of motivation is still the pressure that has gradually accumulated since the beginning of understanding, a kind of natural contrasting psychology that comes from acquaintances.

What should I say about that?

"Maybe you shouldn't have said that Hermione was your friend in the first place."

It's just that no one can hear this.

Mrs. Pince continued to read quietly, as if nothing had happened.

As for Connor, he wasn't here either, and there weren't any dramatic voyeur occasions.

And Isobel just covered his head, and although his expression was not so ugly and excited, he also frowned.

If you think about it, it seems that this matter also has something to do with her.

"If only I had said that the Headmaster defeated the werewolves."