Hermione got up early in the morning. She was planning to leave Hogwarts and return home today as well. She had enjoyed her year at the academy immensely. She had made all kinds of friends here and met many people who, like her, loved learning.
Although Hermione knew that a large part of why she forced herself to learn all kinds of knowledge and insisted on being first in everything was her sensitivity. Yes, she was extremely sensitive. The Wizard World was much like the world she had lived in, with all sorts of social classes. She did not want to become just another ordinary person.
During the Sorting, she had nearly been placed in Gryffindor. Though she knew that she sometimes enjoyed adventure, after coming to Ravenclaw, she realized this was where she truly belonged—just look at those young wizards in Gryffindor. None of their subjects seemed particularly outstanding.
Hermione's feelings toward Josh were very complicated. At first, she had even regarded Josh as the person who had brought her to heaven. Looking back on it now, Hermione still found it quite amusing. She also no longer wondered what Josh's purpose was in coming to this world. In any case, it had nothing to do with her.
In her eyes, Josh was merely a rather irresponsible Head of House, a fairly good teacher, and a very good friend. Of course, she was probably the only one who saw Josh as a friend rather than some lofty figure of high status. Josh had been very good to her, and she knew that she had been the first person Josh met in this world.
She was leaving Hogwarts today, so she had hurried to the Ravenclaw Head of House's office early in the morning. She intended to say goodbye to Josh.