The Big Bad Wolf and the Little Lamb

Hermione had always believed that every decision she made had been carefully considered, so she rarely regretted any of them.

For instance, in her third year, she had been so busy every day that she was nearly at breaking point, yet she had never regretted choosing every available course.

But today, she regretted it—so much that just thinking about it made her want to bang her head against something.

"You really saw Hogwarts from a thousand years ago?" She stared wide-eyed at Harry. "And you even attended a class?"

"Yeah." Harry, who had been talking to Ron, answered casually. "More accurately, I only attended ten minutes of it. I couldn't understand anything he was teaching."

Then he continued to Ron, "You know, the Fat Lady wasn't there from the beginning. There used to be a painting of a knight hanging there."

"Was it Sir Cadogan?" Ron asked.

"No, someone else," Harry said. "He was huge, but I've never seen that portrait anywhere in the castle."

Watching the two of them enthusiastically discuss a painting, Hermione felt even more annoyed.

A wizard from a thousand years ago had personally taught a class—what an invaluable opportunity. And Harry had skipped it... just to look at a painting?

Hermione couldn't understand it. She truly regretted not agreeing to go in Harry's place last night.

If she had agreed back then, she could not only have listened to those precious lessons now, but also seen what the original library had looked like.

What a wonderful opportunity—and she had just let it slip away!

By then, Harry had finished talking about the painting and started describing what Helga Hufflepuff, one of the four founders, looked like, completely failing to notice that Hermione's eyes were red.

There had even been the other founders?

Hermione had never