Harry looked utterly bewildered.
"Did I do something to upset her?"
Ron said quietly:
"My sister Ginny spent the whole summer going on about you. It was so annoying."
Harry lowered his head. By now, he knew how famous he was among wizards. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered something like this, and he was more or less used to it.
It was a fangirl meeting her idol.
Just as the food was served, the front door opened again.
A middle-aged man with an honest-looking face and a head of red hair walked in.
The red-haired man nodded at Harry, clearly having met him before, then laughed when he saw Hermione.
"You must be Miss Granger. Thank you for protecting Harry and Ron. And defeating an adult wizard in your first year-your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, no less! That's an unprecedented achievement. Even the Ministry of Magic is talking about it!"
All I did was kill that idiot Quirrell. Was it really such a big deal? Hermione was somewhat taken aback.
She thought killing Quirrell was perfectly normal, forgetting that her age was the key to how astonishing everyone else found it.
"Um... it wasn't that impressive, really. Quirrell wasn't in great shape at the time..." Hermione explained.
Molly said, "I also heard that you played Beater for Gryffindor, defeated Slytherin, and won the Quidditch Cup?"
"Well... Harry was actually the one who caught the Golden Snitch. He scored all those points. It didn't really have anything to do with me..."
"Hermione, dear, you're far too modest. Harry said you deserved the most credit." Molly's gaze grew even warmer.
"And the end-of-year exams. I heard you were the only one who got full marks."
That part was true.
For Hermione, taking first-year wizarding exams was like a