Hermione's detention had been canceled, but Umbridge kept a close watch on her.
The feeling was difficult to describe. Umbridge seemed to have a tracking device installed on her; whenever she had free time, she would appear near Hermione with a little black notebook in hand.
Even during class, she would stand on tiptoe and lean against the windowsill, like some perverted stalker.
The situation did not improve over the weekend. If anything, it became even worse.
Umbridge, who had no habit of getting up early, was already waiting outside the girls' dormitory with her notebook before dawn.
Yet even after waiting until past seven, she never saw the three young witches who exercised every morning come out.
Slacking off the moment the weekend arrived—was this really Hogwarts's model student?
She waited and waited. At nine o'clock, Hermione finally emerged, dressed in a long tracksuit.
Ignoring Umbridge's presence, she went downstairs and outside the castle for her daily exercise.
Perhaps because she was alone today, her workout was slightly more intense. She ran three laps around the Black Lake alone.
After finishing her morning exercise, she returned to her dormitory for a quick shower before going down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
For the entire morning, Umbridge kept staring at Hermione, hoping to witness the moment this model student broke school rules.
But she seemed a little dense. When someone was following them around like a stalker, even the worst student knew to restrain themselves.
Hogsmeade was quite lively on weekends, yet Hermione went nowhere. Other than lunch, she did not leave her dormitory for the entire afternoon.
Umbridge stood outside smugly, believing that her persistence had made Hermione afraid to make a mistake in front of her.
If she kept trying, the model student would reveal her flaws