Hogwarts changed at the same time and remained the same. Principal McGonagall, namely she took up the post, gave a welcoming speech, a traditional freshman distribution and a stunning feast. Leaving the hall, the griffindorca stopped. Turning around, the familiar walls, infinitely long tables, and benches looked around. They still remembered her as a little girl. A small prank to Hermione, who climbed the high chair, waited with horror for the verdict from the distributing hat. And now it 's the last year here. And he 'll be amazing.
I won 't let myself be sad anymore. Not a minute. I 'm back. I 'm home.
Unknown heat formed in the chest and slipped to the stomach. From that word. House. That 's why she came back here. Behind these sensations, warm, native.
Hermione! An enthusiastic voice pulled the girl out of thought.
Sir Nicholas stood in front of her, or rather in the air, the ghost of Griffindor. The almost headless Nick, which is what he was most often called, was very excited by the return of his students.
- By the way, let me congratulate you, - he bowed a little. - I did t doubt that it will be you.
Granger looked at the ghost in question.
So you don 't know yet? Oh, - he flew a little sideways - almost ruined the surprise. Have a good evening - he once again bowed and hastened to fly away until Hermione began asking questions.
Surprise? What could be a surprise at the beginning of the school year?
Eyes already started to stick, so the girl didn't 't want to find out anything today. Tomorrow. It 's tomorrow.
And suddenly someone pushed her aside with his shoulder. The girl hung up. Malfoy. Didn’t 't even say anything. He simply looked at him with disdain and withdrew with his snake compact. Hermione wanted to throw something ulcerative at him, but nothing happened to his head. She 'll deal with him later. At the moment, I didn 't even want to raise my eyes.
Well, at least something hasn 't changed. No, I won 't even look at him. I 'm too tired.
Tired of feeling angry, an eternal sense of dissatisfaction. Now run to your room right away. To dive into a soft bed and to sleep, sleep, sleep...
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Crunch. Another one. Plate ringing. Someone 's spoon fell on the floor, and again it 's rough. The first school day caught everyone by surprise. The flow of semi-naked children did not stop, and the earliest birds already managed to eat breakfast and, one by one, removed somewhere deep into the corridor. Hermione was one of those. Sleep left her at another five in the morning and never returned again. Harry had been stirring his oatmeal for two minutes. Apparently, they talked to the guys all night. Hermione had finished the meal before and decided, while there was time, to practice herself in her room. After all, the first lesson was charming. She doesn 't want to lose the title of "smartest girl" at school.
Though, is that important right now? Stop it, Hermione. What kind of thoughts? Of course, it 's important. Go teach me.
These eternal disputes with themselves. Walking toward the door, she noticed Half. Blond hair hung from her shoulders, decorated with carrots, I think. They had known Lavgood for a long time, although even now Hermione was not sure she knew her well.
"Hi, Hermione. Good to see you. You look terrible, "she said the last words half a minute, leaning slightly towards the interviewer.
"Hello, Luna. Hermione started convoluting naughty hair to her head. It was her eternal problem. She even had several spells in her arsenal helping the girl calm down the revolting hairs breaking in different directions.
"The hair is beautiful. Although I would advise you to add some jewelry. Do you want me to make a clip like me? "the girl raised her blue eyes up, pointing them at the little carrots on both sides of her head.
- No, Moon, you know, I prefer simplicity in such things - and imagination has already drawn a picture of itself with a lush hair decorated with clips of vegetables.
"Whatever you want. But you look really bad. Painful complexion. I see something absorbing you. Just like some virus, although it itself is not, "she said in a calm voice.
"Um, okay. Today I will go to Madame Pomfrey, - the girl smiled crookedly. Again she began to find some mysterious diseases. Why don 't you think it 's a brain boy?