Hermione did not continue asking Professor Dumbledore what would happen if the World Origin were taken away, nor did she ask what use the being called the "Main God" had for plundering so many World Origins.
Because those questions meant nothing to her.
Source Worlds, Legends, the Main God, sending Contractors into one world after another to plunder each world's Origin—how could concepts that sounded so distant possibly be connected to a third-year Little Witch like her?
She was not Harry, with a scar on his forehead and universally acknowledged as the "Boy Who Lived."
She was just a Little Witch who liked reading and loved knowledge.
Hermione fell silent.
She thought.
Before long, every clue pointed to the same person.
The problem was that even if she had been attracted to some wizard, it was merely a young witch's fantasy. There was absolutely no need for the headmaster of Hogwarts to spend so much time patiently explaining every cause and consequence to her—especially at this celebratory banquet. Professor Dumbledore had ignored the senior Ministry of Magic officials who had come from far away and focused his attention on a young witch like her. No matter how she looked at it, it seemed highly suspicious.
Hermione was not the sort of young witch who liked to keep questions bottled up inside.
She looked seriously at the old wizard before her.
"—So what does this have to do with me?"
She frowned, making no effort to hide her confusion. "I'm neither a powerful witch nor a Contractor of the Main God... I probably can't help you investigate this, can I?"
That was the most likely possibility she could think of.
"I have no intention of probing the Main God, nor am I curious about the meaning behind everything It has done."