The next day, Miss Granger was horrified to discover that she seemed to be isolated.
Before, she had been adamant about not letting them copy Harry's homework, which had made the little lions a little uncomfortable, but they knew Hermione was trying to help them, so they didn't mind much.
But the scene of the fight in flying class yesterday was etched in their minds.
Everyone had rushed forward to fight the Slytherins, but she had watched from the sidelines.
She had also constantly tried to dissuade them from fighting.
The Gryffindor group didn't need someone who wasn't united.
Apart from Harry, who still treated her normally, only Ron and Neville could manage to say a few words to her.
Of course, while the little lions didn't like her, they didn't bully her.
For example, there weren't extra toads in her bag, or ink accidentally spilled on her homework, and Miss Granger's robes hadn't been damaged, nor had any of her belongings suddenly disappeared.
It wasn't that nobody wanted to do these things, but when they saw that she was still able to stay by Harry's side doing homework and discussing magic with him, the little lions reluctantly gave up this idea.
This had absolutely nothing to do with a certain red-haired boy saying that Harry hated bullying.
For the Lion King's sake, they treated Granger as a transparent person.
Hermione thought this was because of the points their house lost.
So she did her best to make up for the lost points.
Although they made up some of the points lost.
But colored glasses had been put on, and taking them off wouldn't be easy.
They deliberately performed in front of Hermione, mimicking her energetic participation in class.
They acted so ridiculously funny.
Tears welled up in the otter girl's eyes, but she raised her head and refused to let them fall.
Harry didn't have time to care about Hermione.
He was very busy now, going to Professor Flitwick's office every Saturday to learn more advanced spell knowledge.
Professor Quirrell was obviously very unreliable, so he had to practice the Defense Against the Dark Arts course himself according to the book.
Then there was Professor McGonagall's "detention", which was actually giving him special tutoring. Of course, he had to do some favors for Professor McGonagall, like grading lower-grade year homework.
He would go to Professor Sprout's from time to time, helping her organize her herbs while tasting them to see if they could be used as seasoning in cooking.
Harry lived this kind of life, which in the eyes of others had almost no rest time, but he felt very fulfilled.
Time passed little by little, and on October 31st, the last class before Halloween Eve was Charms.
The young witches and wizards finally learned their third spell, after the Lumos and Reparo charms, the Levitation Charm.
The little lions were looking forward to this, as they had seen Harry use it before to save Neville's life.
And then in their daily lives, he would wave his hand and make his backpack, which was full of books, float up and follow him, looking very cool.
Although they didn't understand how powerful it was to be able to cast the Levitation Charm without a wand or a spell, they still envied him.
But this spell was much harder than the previous two.
Not only was the syllable twice as long, but the gesture was also a little complicated.
Ron, once again, like before, whenever he encountered a spell he couldn't cast, he would swing his arm and keep shaking his wand, trying to threaten the feather into flying up.
Don't push your luck.
But the feather didn't move at all, it completely ignored him.
Hermione listened to him reciting the spell and kindly pointed out his mistakes.
"It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Wingardium Leviosoa."
Ron had obviously put up with her for a long time, he deliberately said sarcastically: "You're so good, why don't you make it rise."
Hermione didn't hold back, she picked up her wand and said to the feather: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The wand drew an arc, waved, and the feather slowly rose into the air.
Higher and higher, higher and higher.
Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said: "Very good, a very good Levitation Charm, 1 point for Miss Granger, everyone clap for her."
The whole hall was silent, the little lions didn't make a move, the little badgers on the other side who wanted to applaud felt something was wrong, so they didn't clap either.
Seamus sat beside Harry and was taken care of by Harry.
After asking Professor Flitwick for a sixth feather, he finally managed to make the feather rise.
The little lions were not stingy with their applause and whistles.
Seamus had an excited smile on his face, and then the feather exploded.
Harry took the feather fragments off his head, Seamus was still talented, he just learned in the wrong direction.
As for Ron, his expression was very ugly.
Because Miss Granger kept buzzing in his ear.
Until class was over, after Professor Flitwick left, they were packing their bags, but Hermione was still nagging: "You can actually do it, you just need to listen to me, but you always get the spell wrong, so you fail."
"Now Harry is too good, the professors hardly give him any points, so we have to work hard and get the points we lost back."
Ron, who had put up with her for a whole class, couldn't bear it anymore.
He slammed his hand hard on the table.
This scared everyone.
Hermione, who was next to him, froze.
They looked over.
"Enough, Granger, no one ever cares about those damn points!"
"They don't matter at all, you just don't understand, and you'll never be liked."
"Gryffindor doesn't need someone like you who is always nagging and putting points on your lips!"
Ron released all the anger he had been suppressing.
The little lions looked at Hermione coldly, no one comforted her, no one spoke up for her.
All of this proved that what Ron said was right.
Hermione's nose soured, the tears she had been holding back finally flowed out.
She hugged her bag, lowered her head, and ran out, pushing through the crowd.
Ron looked at her back, suddenly a little regretful.
Maybe he was a little harsh.
"You said it too harshly." Harry said what he thought.
"But that's the truth." Although Harry had hit the nail on the head, Ron's mouth was still stiff.
"That's true, she just doesn't understand, she's trying to make up for it in her own way." Harry didn't refute, he smiled and said.
Everyone needs a process of growth.
"But didn't you say that she is a girl, and that you should be more tactful when talking to girls, you should apologize to her later." Harry said to him what Ron had told him before.
"I know." Ron lowered his head and muttered sullenly.
He was still a little unwilling, but since Harry had said so, then he, Ron Weasley, would be generous.
Afternoon break.
Professor Flitwick found Harry.