Miss Granger Was Feeling Melancholy Again and Again and Again

Miss Granger is depressed again.

She was distracted while reading, her left elbow resting on the table, her chin supported by her palm, and two fingers of her other hand holding a page of the book, turning it over and over.

A pair of eyes stared blankly at the bookshelf in front of him, lost in thought.

Neville is helping Silan grow herbs, George and Fred are studying Alchemy with Silan, and even Ron is helping Silan make dragon dung compost...

Hermione frowned, thinking, "Should I do something for Silan too?"

Miss Granger only wanted to help; she didn't intend to spend more time with Silan.

Absolutely not!

As Hermione stood there lost in thought, time slowly passed, and the library gradually emptied out.

The sun set, and dusk settled.

Warm-colored lights were turned on in the library.

The light shone on Hermione, outlining a hint of girlish thoughts.

Lavender and Parvati carefully slipped in through the library doors, passed a few bookshelves, and found Hermione.

Instead of greeting each other, the two women stood aside and whispered among themselves.

"See?" Lavender said with a laugh. "I told you, she was definitely here."

After saying that, Lavender grinned and extended his hand to Parvati.

Parvati shook his head helplessly and tossed her a Silver Sickle.

"A bet's a bet, you won."

Before they arrived, the two of them made a bet about where Hermione was.

It now appears that Lavender has won.

In high spirits Lavender sat down next to Hermione and turned to look at her.

Hermione seemed completely oblivious, still lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Lavender waved her hand in front of Hermione's eyes.

Hermione snapped out of her daze, looked at Lavender and Parvati in front of her, and said somewhat guiltily.

"N-nothing!"

"Come on," Parvati scoffed, pointing at the book in front of Hermione. "You've been flipping through this one page for ages. That's not like you."

"What exactly happened? Tell me quickly."

Hermione blushed with embarrassment, but forced herself to remain calm and stubbornly insisted, "It's really nothing."

"I know."

Lavender winked at Parvati, covered her mouth with one hand and laughed, saying, "She's definitely missing that boy."

"I... I didn't think about Silan!" Hermione denied it outright.

Lavender and Parvati laughed, "You said it yourself, I didn't mention anyone's name just now, did I?"

Hermione was even more embarrassed, and a blush instantly spread from her face to her ears.

"If you want to find Hermione, either go to the library or Silan," Parvati said, shaking her head in front of Hermione. "This is the experience Lavender and I have come up with."

"It seems these two factors have collided today."

"No, I didn't!" Hermione exclaimed anxiously.

"See, you're getting impatient, aren't you?"

"Shh!"

Lavender suddenly spoke up, gesturing with her eyes that Madam Pince was coming over.

As Madam Pince passed by with a cold expression, she glanced at them and said indifferently, "Curfew is about to begin."

She was clearly trying to get rid of them.

Hermione felt like she'd been granted a pardon. She quickly packed her things and fled the library.

Goodbye, Madam Pince.

Lavender and Parvati clung to him with grins.

"Don't go, Hermione!"

"Tell us quickly, who were you thinking about just now if not Silan?"

"Hehe, maybe Hermione is thinking of me."

"It could be me. In any case, it can't be Silan."

The two of them chatted back and forth, making Hermione blush and quicken her pace.

When the group reached the vicinity of the kitchen, Lavender suggested they go to the kitchen to get some small desserts.

"I have to remind you, this would violate five school rules," Hermione said.

"Only 5? That's a great deal!" Lavender and Parvati exclaimed in unison.

Hermione: "..."

After being persuaded by Lavender and Parvati, Hermione finally gave in.

"We'd better hurry, curfew is coming soon," Hermione said with a hint of exasperation.

"Okay, let's go."

After each of them ate a fruit pudding, the three of them lined up and scurried out of the kitchen like little mice.

Lavender took one extra, intending to take it back with him.

"We need to hurry," Hermione said.

"Don't worry, there's more..."

Before Lavender could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a bright light that appeared before him.

Filch's figure emerged from the thick darkness, startling the three men.

He looked like he hadn't slept in a long time; his eyes were red and swollen, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

"What are you guys doing here!"

Filch roared, his lantern trembling violently, casting a jumbled shadow of the group.

"We need to go back to the lounge," Hermione said, frowning.

"Fine! Fine!" Filch's cruel gaze fell upon them like a whip. "You're out for a night stroll!"

"This violates school rules! Disobedient little wizards must be punished!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Filch," Hermione calmly retorted, "There are still five minutes until curfew, so we can't be considered to be out at night."

"Do I need you to teach me?" Filch yelled. "Who knows what you're up to!"

"Perhaps the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was released by you, and you killed my Mrs Norris!"

"Solitary confinement! You absolutely must be put in solitary confinement!" Filch muttered. "I really should ask Dumbledore to reinstate the traditional solitary confinement of hanging students!"

"Now, come to my office!"

Lavender suddenly looked up at the ceiling, trembling with fear.

"Did you... did you hear anything?"

"Don't try anything funny!" Filch took a step forward, raising the lantern higher. "You won't fool me!"

"There really is a sound!" Parvati heard it too.

"Enough!" Filch roared impatiently, "You..."

He was about to speak again when he suddenly heard two screams of different lengths coming from nearby.

One sound was short and shrill, the other high-pitched and piercing.

Filch's expression changed rapidly, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched twice.

Could it be... that the monster from the Chamber of Secrets has emerged?

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Filch's forehead.

"I'll take you back to the lounge."

Filch pressed his arms close to his body so that his hand holding the lantern wouldn't tremble.

The three looked at each other in silence and followed him toward the Gryffindor common room.

But as soon as they turned the corner, they saw two petrified people in front of a glass window.

"Goyle and Crabbe?!" Hermione couldn't help but exclaim.

Filch looked at the two people who, like Mrs Norris, were petrified, his facial muscles twitched, and he turned to speak sharply.

"You all need to get out of here! Go back to the lounge!"

After he finished speaking, he raised the lantern again, staring intently at the petrified Goyle and Crabbe.

There were some Cake crumbs on the ground, and half a half-eaten Cake sat on the windowsill.

These two probably sneaked out to steal a bite.

Filch clenched his teeth, his cheekbones bulging, and the lantern in his hand swayed with excitement.

"I want to see what kind of monster harmed Mrs Norris!"

"Once I see clearly, I'll tell Dumbledore..."

"Let's go, Hermione!"

Lavender and Parvati pulled Hermione toward the lounge.

Without hesitation, Hermione turned and ran towards the Gryffindor common room without saying a word.

Her mind raced.

Once back in the common room, Harry's owl Hedwig can inform the professor or Dumbledore.

This is more useful than having them stay here.

But just then, that strange voice rang out again.