Amosta, who was in Paris, was dealing with trouble at Hogwarts, and Hermione Granger, who was newly appointed to Hogwarts, was nominally a physical education class but was actually a military training class, and the assistant coach had been anxious for a day.

As the gloomy canopy darkened, her state became more and more hysterical.

After dinner, in the noisy common room, the small groups involved in the class had gathered one after another, and Hermione paced back and forth by the fireplace, imagining what might happen later. Her anxious appearance made Neville's already frightened appearance even more helpless.

"Don't be too nervous, Hermione—"

Hermione and Neville were appointed as teaching assistants by Professor Bryan, which was definitely a good thing for Gryffindor, and Harry was happy about it,

"If something happens, we're not going to sit idly by."

"You don't understand, Harry!"

Hermione muttered distraughtly,

"Something is going to happen, right, I have to be fully prepared to live up to Professor Blaine's trust, and if Professor Blaine comes back, I will be kicked out of Hogwarts by him when he sees that the gym class he took so much is gone!"

Hermione's assumptions terrified Neville even more, and his eyes wandered around helplessly, hoping that someone would give a sound suggestion.

"But didn't Professor Bryan give you rights?"

Ron grabbed a potato pie and watched Hermione's crazy appearance with relish,

"If I were you, if the Slytherin snakes dared to mess with it, you could have arranged for them to clean the entire castle's bathroom, and I think you could talk to Percy, who has a copy of How Prefects Gain Power, and Percy knew that he had been holding on to that book during the summer when he was appointed prefect, and it was said that there were a thousand legitimate reasons for the confinement of young wizards."

Neville's eyes lit up, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but Hermione stopped him in a stern tone,

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

"If you're really worried about discipline in the classroom, Hermione--" Harry hesitated for a moment and gave a much more reliable suggestion, "I can go and ask Sirius, I think the Slytherin wouldn't dare to mess with you if he showed up in the classroom." ”

This method is indeed good, even Hermione is quite moved, but, after a short thought, Hermione still shook her head slightly,

"Professor Blaine obviously wants us to be exercised, so it's our own business, and what's the point of turning to Sirius for help?"

"That little mongrel Malfoy wouldn't be so virtuous, little fool."

The twins bounced up the spiral staircase, and Fred said in a brisk tone.

"Either way, we need to rely on ourselves." The glint in Hermione's eyes became firm.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and both shrugged their shoulders helplessly, they both knew Hermione very well, she had a bright brain, but sometimes she liked to dig into dead ends, and once she made up her mind about something, ten dragons couldn't pull it back.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening, and the Gryffindor group was ready to go, looking at Hermione, who still didn't seem to be able to completely shake off her nervousness, Ron threw the rest of the potato pie into his mouth, and stood up,

"I can call out to Seamus and Dean, and if that little bastard Malfoy dares to make trouble for you, you can give a signal, and we'll rush in and beat him up."

"Oh-"

Hermione raised an eyebrow, and a smile flashed across her lips as she looked at Ron, but finally she took a deep breath and said

"Thank you, Ron, but I don't think it's going to work."

"Don't worry, we'll watch her for you!"

Fred and George rubbed Ron's hair vigorously and left with their shoulders crossed, and Harry didn't have time to say hello to Ron, he was busy cheering Neville up, after all, compared to Hermione, Neville was obviously under a little more pressure in the position of assistant coach.

Ron stood on the couch by the fireplace and watched the crowd leave the common room, and somehow, he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Hey, Ron, are you going to play Gobstone?"

Dean waved at him from a few seats away.

"Okay--"

Ron shook his head, glancing at the strange feeling in his heart, and he sat down opposite Dean around the couch that stood in the way.

"Have you finished the paper that Professor Sprout has assigned, Dean?"

"No--" Dean replied casually, hanging his head as he busied himself with the props, "Still, it's a few days, isn't it?" ”

"Oh, of course!"

Ron shook his head, his expression calming.

Hermione and the others met Luna on their way to the special classroom, alone climbing the stairs, but there was no sense of unease or loneliness on her face.

"Good evening, Luna--"

Hermione glanced at the pocket behind Luna's buttocks, and she rolled up a wad of parchment paper that Professor Bryan had given her that supposedly made her visible harassing snorers and scimitarous snores into a circle.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.

"Very good."

Luna said cheerfully, but there was a strange emotion in her silver eyes, which was very contagious, and even Hermione's furrowed brow unconsciously soothed after touching such a gaze,

"I can see them more clearly now, which means that maybe one day I can get away with them, oh, my dad will be amazed at the depth of Professor Blaine's treatment of them, and today I'm thinking about whether to write to my dad about these methods-"

No one paid attention to Luna's words, or rather, wanted to answer but didn't know how.

Hermione glanced curiously at the parchment roll stuck behind Luna's buttocks, and after thinking about it, she cautiously suggested,

"Well, you're saying you want to show your dad the manuscript of Professor Brian's research on harassment, do you? Uh, I think, it's better to ask Professor Blaine permission first."

After a few brief conversations, the Gryffindor group had arrived in the gym classroom.

The Hufflepuff wizards had almost arrived, and the three remaining witches of Ravenclaw had arrived, and Harry wondered why they hadn't called Luna with him, but when he saw Cedric, who was about the same skinny as him but a lot taller than him, Harry's mood became bad for no reason, and he didn't have the heart to fight for Luna.

Slytherin had arrived, too, and after glancing coldly at the Gryffindors and the group, they tacitly withdrew their gaze and continued their conversation.

Professor Bryan often didn't show up all day during this time, and he couldn't be seen at the faculty table even when he was eating, so the other three young wizards of the academy didn't know about him going out.

Over the next ten minutes, the doors of the classroom opened and closed, and the crew gradually filled, and Malfoy and Parkinson entered the classroom during this time, both waiting for Professor Brian, who was accustomed to last-minute appearances.

Harry was eavesdropping on Cedric chatting with the three Ravenclaw girls, and as the start of the lesson approached, his attention returned to Hermione and Neville, Neville looked hopeless, his body was stiff like a piece of wood, and Hermione, who was adjusting her mood through rapid breathing, noticed Harry's worried look, Hermione tried to give him a reassuring look.

"Ahem!"

At seven fifty-nine, Hermione suddenly coughed heavily, which was a signal of the pre-agreed number, and the young wizards of Gryffindor immediately began to organize their ranks, while the young wizards of the other three houses watched this scene in confusion.

Neville tried to get back to his place, but Hermione grabbed him.

Trembling and sweating, Neville immediately made the young wizards in the room, who had been trained in their observations, realize that something might happen.

Some people are curious, some people are cold-eyed.

"Ahem!"

Hermione coughed heavily, giving Luna a look as she stood to the side.

"How?"

Pansy Parkinson looked mocking

"Is your throat sluffled by frog brains, Granger!"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, mostly from Slytherin, but also from Hufflepuff classmates who thought Parkinson had told a good joke.

"In fact!"

At this moment, Hermione felt that the apprehension in her heart disappeared all at once, and instead of looking at Pansy Parkinson, she swept her eyes across the classroom and said loudly

"Professor Bryan has already left Hogwarts this morning, and in order not to affect the progress of this course, he appointed me before leaving. and Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood as teaching assistants for the class, overseeing the day-to-day training of the class during his absence. Now"

Hermione took a deep breath, she didn't care what the Slytherin gang was like in the face of what she said, and continued,

"I hope you will get your team together as soon as possible and start today's training!"

(End of chapter)