"I don't know either. Professor Snape still hasn't given me notice of detention." Harry spoke somewhat nervously.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "If you were this scared now, you shouldn't have been so impulsive earlier."
"I wasn't impulsive," Harry said.
Hermione took both hands off Quidditch Through the Ages. "Anyway, it wasn't worth it. At most, they would've insulted me a few times—and that's only because you won.
I don't even want to imagine what would've happened if those Slytherins had ganged up on you."
"No, you don't understand, Hermione!" Harry said.
"Mr. Jones, look, he's saying things like that again!" Hermione was furious. Yet Harry wasn't in the same house as her, so she couldn't hold house points over him, and Harry had no intention of avoiding punishment for breaking school rules.
That left the eleven-year-old girl, stubborn as she was, never knowing how to argue back.
But deep down, she still felt Harry had no need to fight over something so trivial.
What if he got hurt? That would be such a loss!
Only then did Mu En come back to himself. He spread his hands helplessly. "I have no comment."
It had been five days since he left Nurmengard. Today was already Thursday of the second week.
Grindelwald was undoubtedly half-mad. No matter how rational and elegant he had once been, the various desires bred by his study of Dark Magic had ultimately dragged him into the abyss during those forty-six years of imprisonment.
Mu En felt that Grindelwald was like someone who had slipped into rushing waters and could only cling desperately to a lifesaving straw on the shore.
As for who that lifesaving straw was... he could neither ask nor say...
In any case, Mu En had not gone to see him again since