"Good morning, Hermione." Su Er had only just greeted a hurrying Hermione on the third floor when he ran into Hermione eating breakfast in the Great Hall on the first floor.
Sometimes he felt utterly disoriented, meeting two Hermiones within the same stretch of time.
Term had only started a few days ago, but faint dark circles had already appeared beneath Hermione's eyes. With twelve subjects in total, including the core classes, she spent every day rushing between lessons and homework.
A person's energy was never enough for everything. If this went on, her health would certainly develop problems. That would not do.
Besides, the current electives were relatively simple introductory courses. As her studies progressed, the classes would certainly grow harder and the workload heavier-not in terms of quantity, but quality.
As everyone knew, assignments demanding high quality took far more mental effort than assignments demanding high quantity.
But the single-minded Hermione only wanted to achieve the feat of passing twelve O.W.L.s, and Su Er's persuasion had failed to change her original intention.
Su Er chose not to try persuading her now. He knew breakfast was a rare chance for Hermione to relax.
After finishing breakfast, Hermione hurried off to her classroom. The Hermione on the third floor needed to use this time to finish her homework, while the one in the Great Hall still had an elective to attend. Fortunately, it was Muggle Studies, which, for someone from a Muggle family, counted as a class she could relax in.
Su Er, meanwhile, leisurely savored his last slice of apple pie before dusting off his hands, crossing the Entrance Hall, and leaving the Castle.
He had no classes that morning and could have enjoyed a good lie-in, but he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something.
It was only