bioinnovel Chapter 202 For Your Own Good
Chapter 202 For Your Own Good
Chapter 202 For Your Own Good
A few hours later, Harry lost the Firebolt he hadn't even had a chance to warm up. Compared to losing the latest flying broomstick, he didn't seem to care who gave him the Firebolt.
Were the fire crossbows cursed? Were there insidious traps or mechanisms? Did the anonymous person have ulterior motives?
None of the above matters; the most important thing is that he lost the world's best flying broom.
Although Harry knew Hermione's intentions were good, he still couldn't help but be angry with her.
Ron was even angrier than Harry, the owner of the Firebolt, and couldn't understand why Hermione would tell on him or go to Professor McGonagall.
In the eyes of the young Mr. Weasley, taking apart a brand-new Firebolt was a crime, a desecration of flying brooms and Quidditch.
The conflict between the two became increasingly irreconcilable, and their already strained friendship gradually reached its lowest point.
Hmm... Faced with the fire arrows, the two boys seemed to lose their minds, while only the girl managed to remain remarkably clear-headed.
Poor Hermione Granger!
Her intentions were good; she was thinking of Harry's safety.
However, her handling of the situation was highly problematic, ultimately leading her to find herself isolated and helpless.
January at Hogwarts was cold and damp. With nothing to do, Belvina went into the library, intending to find two large books to read in the restricted section.
Entertainment was scarce in the 1990s, and it was even more appallingly scarce in wizarding societies.
People like Belvina, who prefer to be alone, usually pass the time by reading, or listening to the radio while reading.
The library was quiet during the Christmas holidays; the only sound in the vast library was the crackling of the fireplace.
Mrs. Pince, the librarian, remained steadfast in her post, even though Hogwarts at that time had only six students at most.
"I've come to return the newspaper I borrowed, Irma," Belvina said as she approached the desk and handed the Daily Prophet back to Mrs. Pince.
The gaunt Mrs. Pince looked like a malnourished vulture, stern and rule-abiding, and almost always stayed in the library, guarding the books she cherished.
If Mrs. Pince discovers that anyone has dared to damage or desecrate the books, this witch, who rarely displays her magical talents, will teach her students what cruelty is.
Mrs. Pince raised her hand and took the newspaper from Belvina, examining it carefully from all angles.
Only after confirming that nothing was damaged did they take out the borrowing register.
She said, "Your return date is late, Belvina." As she spoke, Mrs. Pins wrote on the back of Belvina's return record: Overdue.
Without discussion or compromise, Mrs. Pins simply informed Belvina.
"I'll be more careful next time, Irma," Belvina said, already used to Irma Pines' strict management of the library.
Under Irma Pines's rule, the Hogwarts Library had a totalitarian feel, with Mrs. Pines acting as the ultimate dictator.
"That would be best," Mrs. Pince said. "You are a member of the school's staff and should be a role model for the students, not a leader in violating the library's borrowing rules."
"Of course, I will pay attention," Belvina said with a smile, without arguing or refuting.
Since returning to teach at Hogwarts, Belvina felt that she was a really gentle and kind person, compared to the rest of the faculty and staff, whose tempers were all incredibly eccentric.
Bearing the label of "overdue return," Belvina entered the library's restricted section under Mrs. Pince's watchful eye.
The restricted section is located at the far end of the library, separated by a rope. The books stored here are generally not suitable for young students, especially those about black magic.
Students could only borrow books from the restricted section with the professor's handwritten permission; otherwise, Mrs. Pince would kick them out with a feather duster.
Fortunately, Belvina wasn't a young student, so she didn't have to sign her own permission, which is one of the perks of Hogwarts faculty and staff!
Belvina, who had entered the restricted book section, wandered around in front of a row of bookshelves, aimlessly pulling some books off the shelves, flipping through a couple of pages, and then stuffing them back one by one.
She browsed through the rows of bookshelves, finally selecting only two books.
One is "The Dark Wizards I've Met Over the Years," and the other is "Jinx vs. Jinx"—oh, no, that's not it.
It is "Fighting Poison with Poison".
Carrying two books, one thick and one thin, Belvina left the restricted book section, intending to find a seat by the window to read and enjoy the warm winter sun.
Just then, a soft sob reached Belvina's ears.
Following the sound, Belvina saw a small mountain made up of all kinds of books, with thick, fluffy brown curly hair hidden behind it.
In the library during the Christmas holidays, with her thick, fluffy brown curly hair, even without seeing her face, you could tell that the person secretly wiping away tears was Hermione Granger.
Since the start of the school year, Hermione, who has been deliberately making things difficult for herself, has been under immense academic pressure. Even with the help of the Time-Turner, the non-stop study schedule remains a huge challenge.
Meanwhile, Hermione's daily life also ran into problems, and she failed to properly resolve the conflicts with Harry and Ron, which instead caused the tension between the three to escalate.
Under such immense pressure, it's understandable that the young girl would hide in the library and secretly shed tears; everyone has moments of emotional breakdown.
When you can't hold it in anymore.
Hearing the sobbing, Belvina stopped in her tracks, momentarily hesitant. To intervene or not to intervene, that was the question.
Logically speaking, Belvina, as a professor at the school, should lend a helping hand. She has already been working part-time as a Hogwarts counselor without pay, so Hermione is no exception.
If one were to seize this opportunity to successfully comfort and guide Hermione, one would surely win the young girl's admiration.
However, Belvina felt that she shouldn't meddle in other people's business and rashly interfere in the friendship between Hermione, Harry, and Ron, as it might backfire. She thought it best for the three of them to resolve their conflict on their own.
That's why Belvina was undecided whether to leave quietly or to go and comfort the little girl who was secretly wiping away tears.
Just as Belvina was hesitatingly moving forward behind the bookshelves, the sound of Irma Pines' footsteps echoed through the library.
Mrs. Pince came over, looking at her chicken feathers.
If there were a ranking of how much Hogwarts students disliked the faculty and staff, Snape would definitely be at the top, and Mrs. Pince would also be near the top.
Because Mrs. Pince could sometimes be quite unapproachable, and everything that happened in the library had to be handled according to the library rules.
"You're crying," Mrs. Pince's voice rang out. Her tone was indifferent, but she was neither angry nor did she angrily wave the feather duster in her hand.
"Mrs. Pince!" Hermione quickly protested, "No, I just have a cold."
"You may cry, but you must remain quiet; the library needs to be quiet," Mrs. Pince said coldly. "If your tears and snot soil the books, I will make you suffer the most terrible consequences within the limits of my authority."
After Mrs. Pince finished speaking, she left, leaving Hermione standing there in a daze with red eyes.
Belvina, hiding behind the bookshelf, was both amused and exasperated. She never expected that the usually strict Mrs. Pins would have two faces.
Rather than thinking that Mrs. Pince came over to cause trouble, Belvina felt that Mrs. Pince was comforting Hermione in her own way.
The problem is that this method is too secretive and not easily discovered.
Belvina stepped out from behind the bookshelf where she was hiding and looked at Hermione, a little girl with red eyes, who stood there motionless.
"Instead of secretly shedding tears here, why not fight with Mr. Potter, or give Mr. Weasley a good punch?" Belvina said, leaning against the bookshelf, her tone very sincere.
"Professor," Hermione quickly raised her hands, wiping away tears with the backs of her hands. "I wasn't crying, I just—I just—" It's fine to lie to others, but it's pointless to lie to yourself," Belvina said sarcastically. "Crying and running away won't solve anything, Miss Granger."
Hermione's tears, which she had just stopped, were about to burst again. Two faculty members told her that she was crying, and at this moment, the grievances rising in Hermione's heart were unstoppable.
The pressure and negative emotions accumulated over half a year need to be released, and having a good cry might be a good option.
However, Hermione stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to let the tears in her eyes fall again.
Belvina smiled. She found Hermione Granger to be an increasingly interesting little girl. It was okay for her to cry in secret, but not in front of others.
"Hermione, do you really think Harry didn't know you meant well?" Belvina said softly, casually flipping open a book and looking at the pages.
A tear broke free from its socket and slid down Hermione's cheek. Belvina, looking away, gave Hermione the opportunity to deceive herself.
Belvina, head bowed and eyes fixed on the pages, continued, "Did you consult with Harry before telling Professor McGonagall? Even just to let him know?"
"I'm worried there's something wrong with that flying broomstick," Hermione said with a chuckle. "It's very likely that Sirius Black gave it to Harry! Professor McGonagall thinks so too."
Even though Hermione realized her behavior was inappropriate, she was still somewhat indignant and a little aggrieved. "You're worried that someone might use the Firebolt to hurt Harry, that's good." Belvina kept her head down. "I'll suggest to Professor McGonagall that you take back your Time-Turner and change your schedule."
"No, you can't do that, Professor," Hermione said nervously. "I can manage. My coursework is perfectly fine!"
Hermione unconsciously raised her voice; she couldn't accept that Belvina made the decision for her without even her consent.
"Look at you, why are you still angry?" Belvina said dismissively. "I'm only doing this for your own good!"
An ancient Eastern proverb says: "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."
To put it bluntly, it's all up to you, whether you like it or not!