In the library, Jerry was reading Advanced Theory of Magic while Hermione continued with her revision plan.
Unlike usual, Harry, Ron, and Neville were in the library doing homework too.
The professors seemed to share Hermione's thinking. To help the students pass their final exams, they had piled on the homework lately.
At first, Harry and the others had not been too worried. It was only a little extra homework. The fun could go on!
But after they saw Hermione throw herself into studying—even reciting the twelve uses of Dragon Blood over meals—they lost interest in everything else. They even began to feel anxious.
They had no choice but to study alongside her.
"There are too many potions! I'll never remember them all!" One afternoon, Ron finally snapped. He slammed his quill onto the floor and stared blankly out the library window at the lovely weather.
The sky was a deep forget-me-not blue, and the air held the first hint of summer.
Harry looked just as vacant as he searched One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi for "Dittany." Then Ron suddenly exclaimed, "Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?"
Hagrid ambled over, looking as though he were hiding something.
"Just having a look around." His evasive tone caught everyone's attention.
At the sight of them, Hagrid grew wary. "What are you doing here? Still looking for Nicolas Flamel?"
"Oh, we found out who Nicolas Flamel is ages ago!" Ron said smugly. "And we know Fluffy is guarding the Philosopher's Stone, don't we?"
"Shh!" Hagrid glanced around to make sure no one had heard, then lowered his voice. "Don't go shouting about it. What are you lot up to?"
"All right, Hagrid, there are a few things we want to ask you," Harry said. "About the Philosopher's Stone. Who designed