Even If It Left Him Exhausted

Hermione had a good, hard cry in Tver's arms.

But soon, she lifted her head again, not even bothering to wipe the tears from her face.

"Professor, the crisis hasn't been resolved yet..."

"Don't worry. Time doesn't pass here. No matter how long you stay, nothing will change in the outside world."

Tver gently patted her head, pressed the stunned girl back into her seat, then looked at Harry and Draco.

"You two don't need me to invite you, do you?"

"N-No."

The two hurriedly pulled out chairs and sat down.

"Try this. Jeff is very good at making fruit pies."

An elegant, dignified woman beside them handed over a plate.

For some reason, Harry and Draco felt rather restrained. They did not dare refuse, and each politely took a pie to soothe their ravenous stomachs.

Seeing this, the woman chuckled.

"Don't be nervous. Seeing such outstanding children as you makes us happier than anything."

Children?

Harry blinked, looking slightly baffled.

He was not exactly old, but this woman looked to be only around forty. Why was she calling him a child?

Could she possibly...

Have some kind of unusual preference?!

Harry's eyes widened at once.

Helga laughed even more merrily. "Rowena, it seems we've been misunderstood."

Hearing that, Rowena, who was cutting up a sausage beside her, did not even raise her head.

"Only you. You always say things that confuse people. It would be strange if you weren't misunderstood."

"If you ask me, it's a Gryffindor problem."

Salazar slowly lifted his cup, drinking milk with the elegance of someone savoring red wine.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't think I can't tell you're implying me!" Godric said bluntly.

"Wow, our Mr. Gryffindor has actually become smarter. Perhaps we should hold a grand feast to celebrate this once-in-a-thousand-years event."

Salazar pursed