Ravenclaw's common room was still the same. Many people skipped class and lingered here, each absorbed in their own books or carrying out all kinds of experiments at their own pace.
Ordinarily, they would not have cared about people coming and going. They would have remained focused on their own plans, ignoring the outside world.
But when they saw that the visitor was Hermione, things changed. Nearly all these younger students had joined Ravenclaw because of Hermione's story, regarding this senior who was like the "reincarnation of Lady Ravenclaw" as a true idol.
Little Eagles were very clever and willing to exchange wisdom and creations for fame and profit. And now, who had a louder reputation or a more legendary story than Hermione Granger?
Not to mention her long list of titles, the inventions she had created, and the spells she had improved—just the scene of her personally killing Voldemort had been painted by countless artists among the mages and hung in every place wizards could imagine.
Yes, there was even one in Ravenclaw's common room now, hanging above the enormous fireplace made of blue marble. It depicted Hermione blowing Voldemort's head apart with her wand in the middle of a torrential downpour.
Of course, she had used a shotgun and Divine Metal Bullets at the time. But art could not always be entirely realistic. According to Professor Wilson, the AA12 automatic shotgun was an Alchemical Automatic Wand.
So there was nothing wrong with painting it as a wand, was there?
As the most prestigious and wealthy person in the British Wizarding World, Hermione had naturally become the object of these young people's admiration. Though many of them spoke somewhat immaturely, their closeness was obvious, and some occasionally tried to promote their own inventions and improved spells.
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