After staying there for a while, she reluctantly got up and went to the library on the fifth floor.
Time flew by. After dinner, she hurried back to the common room, planning to continue with the homework Professor McGonagall had assigned.
However, after opening the Fat Lady's portrait and walking down the corridor, she heard some discussions.
Normally, she would disdain secretly eavesdropping on other people's conversations, but this time was different.
Thinking this, the girl couldn't help but slow her steps.
"She's definitely going to suffer misfortune, getting so close to Slytherin."
"Didn't you see her face turn pale when she heard the news that that guy was cornered outside the Great Hall?"
"Honestly, I can't understand why she, as a Gryffindor, can get so close to Slytherin. Does she want to seem special? The Sorting Hat really made a mistake."
"What nonsense are you talking about! Dumbledore hasn't even said Potter did those things!" A somewhat childish male voice suddenly interjected.
Hermione immediately recognized it; it was that Creevey from their year, the boy who often bothered Harry with his camera.
"Dumbledore is just looking for evidence on him, Justin saw it with his own eyes, could it be fake?"
"Now Justin doesn't even dare to come out, because he knows he's a Muggle, he's definitely Potter's next target. They say MacMillan even brings his food directly from the kitchen to the common room."
"Creevey, everyone knows you idolize Potter, but wake up. Why are you like Miss Know-It-All, the facts are right in front of you, and you're still deceiving yourself."
…
Hermione was furious. She strode out of the tunnel and looked at the warm and cozy common room, and the group of people on the side of the aisle.
They were very close to the aisle entrance, and the sound of their discussion wasn't very loud, which was why Hermione could hear them speaking.
They were a few third-years whom Hermione didn't know, but she occasionally greeted them.
As soon as she came out, she stared at those guys.
Those guys obviously didn't expect Hermione to suddenly appear, and it seemed she had heard everything they said.
"Why aren't you talking anymore?" Hermione's face was red, clearly furious.
"I think you people shouldn't have been sorted into Gryffindor, you don't even have the courage to say it to my face!
As for Harry and the snake, why do you believe Justin and not me? I even experienced it myself!
Don't you believe me because my story is different from what you think? Is it because you think Slytherin shouldn't have someone like Potter?"
"What good people can Slytherin have, you've just been tricked." One of the group said, "Granger, don't forget who you are, you'll definitely be the first target to be eliminated once the Chamber of Secrets is opened."
…Huh?
Hermione was exasperated… She finally understood what it meant to be stubborn.
"Dividing people by house… Ha, how interesting. Gryffindor and Slytherin are good friends, yet in your mouths, it turns into what good people can Slytherin have… Well. If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do."
Hermione suddenly remembered something Harry said last year; she hadn't heard it firsthand, but she had heard it mentioned often.
"Say whatever you want, but don't let me hear it." Hermione glanced at them, saying coldly.
"I'll say it, what's wrong with me saying it? Didn't you say I didn't have the guts—"
"Petrificus Totalus—"
The person instantly froze in place, falling onto the sofa, and then rolling onto the floor.
"Don't make such foolish remarks about Harry here."
"I heard someone making fun of the Heir of Slytherin, who is so bold?!" Fred's voice came from the passage.
As soon as they walked in, they saw a fuming Hermione, her wand in her hand, and the petrified guy lying on the floor.
Immediately, both of them shrunk their necks and said with a sheepish smile, "Oh, Hermione, you know what we mean."
"Don't be silly, I know you two are good friends with Harry." Hermione said with a wry smile, "And I'm not… well… anyway, I think it's too much."
Hermione was actually still a bit flustered at this moment. That action just now was a subconscious reaction after being unable to bear it any longer…
As for why the subconscious choice was to pull out her wand?
You can ask the Duelling Club…
And as for what Fred said just now, she could hear the teasing in his words, as if he was constantly expressing how amusing the phrase "Heir of Slytherin" was—a joke!
This kind of thinking… truly Fred and George!
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