The train journey was uneventful. With Su Ming there, he took Hermione straight into the professors' compartment, giving her no chance to meet Harry and the others.
The little girl was rather curious about what The Boy Who Lived looked like. When boarding earlier, she had heard someone nearby cry out that they had spotted Potter, as if they had encountered a huge celebrity.
But Su Ming directly told her the truth. That ancient spell of "love" might perhaps be studied through Runes.
Harry Potter had been protected by the blood and love of his family. It was not that he possessed any immortality; Voldemort had simply been careless and fallen into a trap.
If he had not chosen the easy route and insisted on using the Killing Curse on a completely defenseless baby, but had instead reached out and slowly strangled the child, Harry would have been long dead.
It was a secret. The professor told her to keep it, then bought her new Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the trolley passing outside the door.
Miss Granger had received an answer no one else knew, and she was thoroughly satisfied. Hugging her cat, she went back to looking out at the emerald-green fields beyond the window, and the tiny bit of interest she had just developed in Harry Potter instantly vanished.
As for the professor saying that Odin himself might teach her Runes someday, Hermione merely smiled politely, assuming the professor was having one of his episodes again.
The Magic World existed, but gods? Surely not?
After several days together, little Hermione felt that Professor Wilson was wonderful in every way, except that he occasionally seemed somewhat mentally unsound and said things that were impossible to understand or completely meaningless. Perhaps most Mages were like