bacchusnovels Chapter 167 Is she crazy?
Chapter 167 Is she crazy?
Chapter 167 Is she crazy?
These past few days have been a very important time for the second-year wizards—they can now choose their third-year courses.
This also means...
From then on, they no longer had to endure the complex gazes of the older young wizards, a mixture of smugness and pity.
For young wizards in their third year and above, not being able to take Professor Sean's courses is considered a great misfortune.
In fact, they had to admit that the upperclassmen were right; not being able to attend Professor Sean's class was indeed an extremely unlucky thing.
That's why they felt somewhat ashamed when faced with the expressions of those older, younger wizards.
She even felt somewhat inferior.
Because lies don't hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife.
This also means that when older wizards get together to play Plants vs. Zombies, they no longer have to watch pitifully from the sidelines.
This is a victory from the second grade!
So when the course application forms for the next semester were handed out, almost all the young wizards unanimously checked the box next to "Muggle Studies" immediately.
"I've heard a lot of upperclassmen say that the third year is the most crucial year of your seven-year Hogwarts school life," Hermione said seriously to Harry and Ron.
"I heard Percy say last time that it shouldn't be fifth grade?" Harry asked, frowning slightly in confusion.
"He said fifth grade because he's in fifth grade now," Ron sighed, looking like he knew Percy very well. "If you ask me, it's seventh grade, when he'll graduate."
"Then why not in sixth grade, when transitioning from fifth to seventh grade?"
"Then why not in fourth grade, during the transition from third to fifth grade?"
"Actually... I think the first year is the most important..." Neville, who was sitting to the side, said weakly after hearing the argument.
In his view, the Sorting Hat ceremony was the most influential part of these seven years.
Hermione ended the pointless argument, and said seriously to the three of them, "This will affect our entire future."
Neville then joined in, and the four of them sat together, carefully studying the new course list in their hands, making marks on it from time to time.
"Let's check off the 'Muggle Studies' course first," Neville suggested, pen in hand. He sincerely hoped that some Muggle gadgets would appear in Professor Sean's class to help him solidify his memory.
"We already ticked it," Harry and Ron said in unison.
Neville noticed that Hermione's pen suddenly stopped moving when the topic of "Muggle Studies" came up.
"I just want to get rid of Potions class," Harry said helplessly.
"That's impossible," Ron replied, somewhat frustrated. "All the original subjects have to be continued."
Otherwise, I would have given up on Defense Against the Dark Arts class long ago.
"But that course is crucial!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise as soon as Defense Against the Dark Arts was mentioned.
"Given Lockhart's teaching methods, I doubt it," Ron said dismissively. "Besides learning not to release sprites, I haven't gained any substantial knowledge from him."
Ron's words left Hermione speechless for a moment.
Just then, a spectacular sight appeared. Flocks of owls suddenly filed in through the doors and windows of the Great Hall of Hogwarts, their wings flapping gently, creating soft breezes.
The owls' gazes all seemed to be focused on one place: the table where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were sitting.
Harry suddenly felt a surge of tension and whispered to Ron beside him, "Have you done something wrong lately?"
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This wasn't his fault; it was simply that Mrs. Molly's outburst letter had left an "unforgettable" impression on him, to the point that he was becoming overly suspicious.
But before Ron could answer, the owls had already begun to move.
They targeted Neville's location and dropped letters or packages down.
For a moment, the auditorium was filled with the sound of owls flapping their wings, the sound of letters and packages falling to the ground, and the curious chatter of the students.
Neville was stunned by this sudden "offensive" and stood there dumbfounded.
It was only after Ron nudged him a few times that he snapped out of his daze and began frantically collecting the letters and packages on the table.
"Neville, how come you received so many things?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
Neville scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Actually, I don't know either. Maybe my relatives sent it to me."
Hermione picked up a letter curiously, looked at it, and then handed it to Neville: "See who sent it."
Neville opened the letter, quickly glanced at it, and then exclaimed, "This one's from my cousin! He said I'm facing the issue of choosing courses, so he's giving me some advice."
"What did he say?" Ron asked.
"He said..." Naveen paused, looking at the letter hesitantly, "He said I should choose courses that allow me to truly reach my potential, rather than blindly following the crowd or only choosing easy courses. For example... arithmetic?"
"So your cousin thinks you have a talent for math?" Ron raised an eyebrow, asking in surprise.
He wanted to say something more, but Hermione interrupted him in time.
"Here, Neville, take a look at this." Hermione handed over another letter.
Neville reached out and took it. "This is from my aunt. She said I should take a divination class."
Hermione handed over another letter.
"This letter came from my cousin. He said that ancient runes were the best choice for me. He said that learning profound knowledge from school is the most worthwhile choice, because once you enter society, no one will teach you those profound things for free. And you don't need to learn simple knowledge."
At this point, Neville looked up at Hermione and stammered, "Is...is that so?"
In his opinion, Hermione has more authority to speak on this matter than Ron and Harry.
Hermione replied earnestly, "Your uncle has a point. Indeed, it's rare to have the opportunity to study such profound knowledge in school. While you can learn in society, it often comes at a higher price, and there isn't always a systematic teaching method."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "However, I don't entirely agree that simple knowledge doesn't need to be learned."
Neville reached out his little hand, interrupting Hermione's lecture.
"I mean, doesn't arithmetic divination seem more profound than ancient runes?"
Hermione paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I think...they're all very simple..."
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"Why can't I just take all the classes?" Hermione suddenly had a brilliant idea.
Her eyes lit up, and her voice trembled with excitement: "This way, Neville can delve into those profound subjects without missing any courses he deems valuable."
As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Harry, Ron, and Neville stared at her with wide eyes, seemingly stunned by this bold and novel suggestion.
They had never heard of anyone daring to attempt taking all the courses simultaneously; it was an unprecedented idea. (Ron was unaware that Percy had done the same.)
Harry was silent for a moment, then frowned slightly and said with some concern, "Hermione, isn't this a bit too much for him? After all, each course requires a lot of time and effort. If Neville takes all the courses at the same time, he might not be able to handle the pressure."
Ron nodded in agreement, adding, "Yes, Hermione. I think Harry is right."
Neville looked bewildered, clearly still reeling from the astonishing suggestion.
He stared intently at Hermione, unsure of what to say.
"It's a very simple thing, just watch me." With that, Hermione checked off almost all the courses on her application form. When she got to the second to last column, she looked at the familiar course name and paused for a few seconds. Then she pretended not to see it and skipped over the course.
She was just about to say something.
Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, called from the Great Hall entrance, "Hermione, Professor McGonagall wants you to go to her office now."
Hermione paused for a moment, then immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go right away." Without even taking the application form, she stood up and walked straight out of the hall.
Ron, Harry, and Neville remained where they were, their eyes fixed on the application form Hermione had left behind, covered in checkmarks. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
After a moment of silence, Ron slowly broke the stillness, "You think...she's not crazy, is she?"
"How can one person possibly manage so many classes?" His tone was filled with undisguised worry.
Harry frowned. He knew Hermione; he knew she always strived for perfection and challenged herself, but this time, even he was unsure. "Hermione always tries hard, but this time... it really went a bit too far."
Neville looked bewildered. He glanced at the application form, then at Harry and Ron. "But if she can do it, wouldn't that be amazing?"
Just then, Ron's gaze swept across the application form, and suddenly his finger stopped at a blank space, his eyes shining with disbelief.
Holding the application form in his hand, he exclaimed in surprise as if he had discovered a new continent, "Hermione actually forgot to choose her favorite Professor Sean's class!"
His voice immediately caught Harry and Neville's attention.
The two men immediately gathered around and looked at the application form in the direction Ron was pointing.
Sure enough, among the rows of courses that were checked off, Professor Sean's course was the only one missing.
"How is that possible?" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "Hermione has always loved Professor Sean's classes, how could she forget to choose them?"
"How about we help her enroll in this course?" Ron suggested hesitantly. "She's been wanting to take Professor Sean's class ever since the beginning of the semester."
"If she realizes she forgot to choose Professor Sean's class, she'll probably lose control of her emotions."
"Besides, she's already in a state of extreme anxiety," Ron muttered to himself, the image of Hermione collapsing after missing Professor Sean's class flashing through his mind. The thought sent a chill down his spine.
Harry and Neville exchanged a glance, both agreeing that Ron's suggestion made sense.
"Alright, let's help her get elected then," Harry finally decided. "It's just a small favor anyway."
So Ron ticked off Professor Sean's course on the application form and carefully put it back.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had accomplished something important.