The so-called friendship has different manifestations in the eyes of different people, and the cognition is also completely different.

Some people use it as a kind of bragging rights, even if it's just having a meal with a celebrity and getting to know each other, and they can be proud for a long time.

Even though they may know that there is still a certain distance and estrangement between the two sides, they are still content with it.

But others are different, they pay attention to the meaning of the word 'friend', they are not just looking for acquaintance, or just a name to be called.

Being able to talk to each other on an equal footing and make progress together is not only about receiving help, but also about helping the other person.

In the eyes of some people who are quite self-demanding, the so-called 'friends' are not just casual words.

Of course, this condition is actually elastic.

If the age gap between the two sides is too large, then this condition will also be relaxed slightly.

But what if it's your peers?

What if it's a peer who is too good or even perfect?

He also considered himself a friend—at least in words.

"Look at the good things you do"

When they met again, Isobel asked unceremoniously.

Both of them were regular visitors to the library, and even though there were other reasons to leave for a while, Connor went around and returned to the library.

It's just that, compared to the menacing Isobel, Connor's face showed a touch of confusion.

Such a sentence made him a little confused.

"What did I do again?"

Staring at Isobel's face that seemed to have a strong emotional fluctuation, Connor couldn't help but frown.

At least, the girl in front of him is completely different from the 'iceberg' he often comes into contact with.

Although she is also Isobel, she is more active, more expressive, and at the same time, she is more emotional.

"Don't you know what Hermione is up to?"

"I know, she's investigating Snape's business...... Isn't that why I asked you to keep an eye on it? ”

"Then you should also know why she is involved."

“……”

Connor didn't respond directly, but fell silent.

If he didn't know, it must be false, and this is a conclusion that can be reached with a little analysis.

Whether it was a sense of crisis or psychological pressure created by the gap, Hermione was trying to prove something after all.

She's never been the good girl in the eyes of the Gryffindor skins, but there are just some things that don't seem worth trying to her at all.

But in such a dangerous situation, Connor couldn't find an effective solution.

"What can I do?"

Filled with helplessness, he replied:

"Do you deny it to your face? Or is it to comfort her on the surface so that she doesn't have to work so hard? ”

This kind of thing is certainly impossible.

With Hermione's kind of personality, it would be outrageous to say these words.

Whether or not she listens to it is another matter, which may make the already existing rift in her heart even deeper.

"The best way to deal with this kind of thing is to let it go, and I'll find a way to keep her safe anyway."

"Then you're not afraid of crushing her?"

“…… Unafraid. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Connor shook his head.

After all, Hermione Granger was the woman who could become the Minister of Magic in the future.

"She's not as fragile as you think, and these things are under control."

"But ......"

"Professor Dumbledore won't let anything happen to his savior, you can rest assured."

Without waiting for Isobel to say anything more, Connor finally moved the headmaster out.

Isobel may not have liked the headmaster because of her family, but she also had no way to deny his accomplishments.

There's no way to deny the sense of security that the name brings.

Albus Dumbledore.

"Hmph, Savior's Game ......"

Isobel said angrily.

The girl, who had seemed to be a little emotional, suddenly quieted down.

She closed her eyes, and some of the agitation faded, eventually returning to Connor's familiar iceberg state.

"One last question."

After reopening his eyes, Isobel asked.

"What's the problem?"

"Did you really think of Hermione as a friend?"

“…… Be. ”

If it had been before, Connor felt like he would have been able to give an answer without hesitation.

Yes, of course.

How could it not?

It's just that now, an inexplicable sense of contradiction emerges in his heart.

This ambivalence made his response a moment late.

Looking back now, he found that he was a little confused about this kind of thing.

If he really became a friend, what should he do?

Do everything you can to keep them out of danger?

Or do you try to keep the situation under control as much as possible?

He was a little dazed, and at the same time dazed and a little tired.

Just looking back, he suddenly found that there were too many gaps in his life.

"What's the problem?"

"No, no, I just don't want anyone to get hurt or have some worse consequences in this incident."

…………

On the other hand, after a full day of treatment...... In fact, it was after almost a day in the hospital bed that Harry was finally freed.

After leaving the infirmary with Ron, he ran towards his break room almost without looking back.

At the same time, he was full of doubts and exhaustion.

The words of Professor Quirrell, the clues in the library, these were just lingering in Harry's head.

He was tired enough from the morning's Quidditch match, but the news he learned later also made it impossible for him to rest.

He spent the whole afternoon lying in his hospital bed thinking about it.

Sadly, Madam Pomfrey stopped allowing anyone else to visit him after discovering that the curtain of the Silent Spell had been bitten through.

It is worth mentioning that if Spotted hadn't run fast enough, the mouse might have been tested by the angry lady.

So, for almost an afternoon, he did nothing.

I can't think of a result, but I have to think about it, just live in nothingness.

"Alas...... What's going on today is really much. ”

Covering their heads, Harry and Ron finally returned to the common room.

Although it was not bedtime yet, most of the Gryffindor students were not in the common room, and most of them were still hanging out, or they were just staying in the auditorium to eat, and there was only one girl waiting for them in the whole room.

"Hermione?"

"I helped you find out about Professor Snape."

For a moment, Harry's heart couldn't help but accelerate.

"Yes...... What? ”

"He did act as a Death Eater......"

"I knew he wasn't a good guy!"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Ron shouted loudly.

But before he could speak, Harry quickly covered his mouth.

"You continue to ......"

"It's just that at that time, he seemed to be a spy for Professor Dumbledore, and he had been delivering news to the Headmaster."

"What?"

When the news came up, the whole thing became more confusing than clear.

"Which side of the hell is he?"