bioinnovel Chapter 203 Between Friends
Chapter 203 Between Friends
Chapter 203 Between Friends
The phrase "for your own good" is not inherently problematic; its intentions are mostly good.
The problem is that this statement often comes with conditions: "I'm doing this for your own good, so you have to do it."
Thus, this statement became a form of violent coercion disguised as love, and all dissenting opinions were labeled as ungrateful.
Harry receives an anonymous gift on Christmas Day, which happens to coincide with Sirius Black being at large, and everyone believes he wants to harm Harry.
Out of concern for her best friend's safety, Hermione secretly approached Professor McGonagall and told her about the anonymous gift, causing Harry to lose the Firebolt he had just acquired.
Hermione's motives and initial intentions were perfectly fine; she loved Harry and didn't want him to be harmed by a gift of dubious origin.
However, Hermione's handling of the matter was highly problematic, making Harry, the protagonist of the incident, feel very uncomfortable and even very angry.
Hermione should have explained the situation to Harry beforehand, clarifying the implications, instead of going directly to Professor McGonagall without Harry's knowledge.
Hermione's actions were indeed for Harry's good, but she completely disregarded her best friend's feelings and made the decision for him.
Meanwhile, the boys didn't understand and couldn't accept Hermione's well-intentioned actions, resulting in Harry being ungrateful and Ron being very angry.
Harry and Ron even ignored Hermione for a time. When Hermione didn't appear in the common room, the two of them didn't care and let Hermione hide in the library.
Harry and Ron, sulking, acted just as foolishly and childishly, like they hadn't even graduated from kindergarten.
In Belvina's view, the biggest problem among Harry, Ron, and Hermione is that the three of them lack effective and necessary communication.
Only timely communication can resolve the conflicts entangled between Harry, Ron, and Hermione and salvage their friendship.
Speak your mind, it's harmless to speak it out!
In the quiet, warm library, there was no crackling of Lupin's fire, only the crackling of the fireplace. Myrtle—no, it was Hermione—was sobbing, barely managing to stop her tears as she raised her head, sobbing.
Hermione, looking like a kitten, glanced at Belvina leaning against the bookshelf and asked in a low, pitiful voice, "But what should I do?"
"I think you should have an open and honest talk with both of them, and most importantly, stay calm," Belvina said. "It's best not to treat them like peers."
Hermione used to spend a lot of time with Harry and Ron. They talked about everything, and even if they had disagreements, they could resolve them quickly because they spent so much time together.
Hermione now has no time to spend with her friends. The heavy workload is making her feel like she can't breathe, and she has no interest in chatting with Harry and Ron.
This is why the awkwardness between Hermione and Ron, and between Hermione and Harry, could not be properly resolved, and the misunderstandings gradually escalated into conflicts.
Leaning against the bookshelf, Belvina continued, "Generally speaking, due to significant physiological and psychological differences, women tend to appear more mature and have more delicate thoughts than men of the same age. Things you can think of, the two of them might not think of. It's not that they're less intelligent than you, but rather that they overlook those details."
"But how could they not have thought of that?" Hermione asked疑惑地. "It wasn't you who gave it to me, nor was it Professor McGonagall, and Professor Lou Lupin doesn't have any money, so that leaves Sirius Black!"
Hermione couldn't understand how Harry and Ron could get it wrong with such a simple process of elimination!
Sirius Black is a ruthless killer, a vicious fugitive who escaped from Azkaban. How come Harry and Ron weren't on guard at all?
"Is it possible that they were blinded by the fire arrows and ignored the potential danger?" Belvina said patiently. She was usually very patient with students and children unless the person was truly hopelessly stupid.
"Good heavens!" Hermione exclaimed helplessly, still unable to understand Harry and Ron's thoughts.
Were they blinded by the fire arrows, or were they simply brainless, failing to notice the danger lurking around them?
Hermione suddenly thought of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Lupin. She had already guessed the reason for Lupin's regular illnesses, while Harry and Ron had not noticed anything.
Hermione continued, "Isn't it obvious? Who would give Harry such an expensive gift for no reason, especially anonymously? There's definitely something wrong with that flying broomstick. And—and wasn't that what happened in the first year, Quirrell? Quirrell cursed Harry's flying broomstick!"
"Until Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick finish their examination, we can't be certain that there's something wrong with the Firebolt," Belvina said. "Even if it turns out to be faulty, you shouldn't have left Harry uninformed; he's the rightful owner of the flying broomstick, isn't he?"
"I," Hermione opened her mouth, the little girl who was getting stuck on her own thoughts was very stubborn.
"Even if I told Harry beforehand and explained the facts and reasoned with him, he wouldn't listen to me. In his eyes, Firebolt and Quidditch are everything. And Ron too!" Hermione continued.
Belvina closed the book in her hands and said, "Whether he listens or not is his business, whether you speak or not is your business. Don't confuse the two. If he doesn't listen, it's his stupidity, that he doesn't care about his own safety. If you don't speak, that's your problem. To put it bluntly, you're meddling in other people's business."
Good advice is hard to persuade a damned ghost; some people won't listen to advice, which means they are destined to suffer this calamity.
"We're friends, Professor! Best friends!" Hermione snapped, her voice trembling like a cat with its fur standing on end. The word "meddlesome" sounded incredibly offensive.
"Even best friends need boundaries," Belvina said. "If Harry canceled all your electives for you, would you still be able to say that?"
When Belvina brought up Hermione's packed schedule again, and the little girl empathized once more, she gradually understood why Harry didn't appreciate it at all, even though she was doing it for his own good.
Only then did Hermione finally break free from the mental block she had created and calm her aggrieved feelings.
"I heard your cat is always chasing Ron's mice, is that true?" Belvina asked. "I'm just being nosy, you don't have to answer."
"That's true," Hermione said. "Crooked Mountain is a cat, and catching mice is in its nature. And the fact that the mouse got away isn't Crooked Mountain's fault."
It sounds like Hermione never took Crookshanks' desire to eat Scabbers seriously, and even argued that Crookshanks was innocent.
No wonder Ron was so angry; he hadn't earned his friend's respect, and his friendship had been trampled on.
Hermione sniffed and continued, "Ron always says Crookshanks ate Scabbers, but he has no evidence whatsoever. He's just targeting Crookshanks because Crookshanks hit him on the head at the Magical Animals Shop."
Children's arguing is such a hassle; they always think they're right. Belvina sighed silently.
"If I had a big dog that chased Crookshanks and tore at him every day, what would you think?" Belvina asked. "Just consider us friends."
Hermione thought for a moment, then said, "I definitely need to have a good talk with you, to stop your big dog from chasing Crookshanks." Suddenly, she stopped talking.
If it were Crookshanks being chased and bitten, she would take it seriously, but when it was Scabbers the rat that was being chased and bitten, she seemed indifferent.
"So you know how to handle this, huh? I thought you didn't!" Belvina said sarcastically.
Upon hearing this, Hermione's face turned bright red; the know-it-all was losing face.
After a while, Hermione's flushed face gradually returned to normal, and she silently tidied the books spread out on the desk.
Hermione had so many books that her backpack was so full it couldn't be closed.
"Professor, I'll go back and have a good talk with Harry," Hermione said, slinging her large satchel over her shoulder. "And Ron," she took a deep breath, "I'll apologize to Ron."
Belvina didn't say anything more, just smiled and waved, watching Hermione sling her big backpack over her shoulder and walk out of the library.
Originally reluctant to intervene in the conflict between Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Belvina ultimately chose to step in and help them salvage their friendship.
Belvina, who offered her help, was not as selfless as she appeared; her advice to Hermione was driven by a strong ulterior motive.
If Crookshanks stopped hurting his pet rat Scabbers, would it be possible for Peter Pettigrew to return to Ron's side?
After all, the Gryffindor Tower was warm and bright, and Ron could take care of it, making it far better than any other hiding place.
The opportunity to capture Peter Pettigrew will arise once he reappears.
Thinking of this, Belvina suddenly laughed. If she weren't in a library, she would have laughed so hard she was doubled over.
It's not impossible that they would clap their hands and stomp their feet.
When Ron learns the truth on the day he catches Peter Pettigrew, his expression will be priceless.
Ron's pet, with whom he's shared a bed for two years, turns out to be a middle-aged, lecherous man. Hopefully, Ron's sanity won't collapse!
Merlin's beard!
A charging Gordian!
The scene was already playing out in Belvina's mind, and she couldn't stop smiling. She even started pinching her thigh.
The good karma that Ron had just accumulated by persuading and conning Hermione Granger was instantly wiped out by Ron's tragic fate.
It was quite a while before the smile on her face finally stopped, until Belvina's stomach hurt from laughing and she started coughing.
Fortunately, Belvina had temporarily forgotten about Percy. If she had remembered that "Scabbers" had once been the pet of the student council president, her smile would have been even more uncontrollable.
When a person can't hold on any longer, they definitely can't hold on any longer.
After a long while, Belvina finally managed to stop laughing and walked toward the management desk with two books in her hands.
Mrs. Pins, sitting behind the management desk, glared at Belvina; she had clearly heard the laughter just now.
"Excuse me, I suddenly remembered something really funny." Belvina tried to suppress her laughter, "I just couldn't help it." She handed the two books over the counter.
Mrs. Pins, with her gaunt face, had a very stern expression. Luckily, Belvina was a professor, otherwise the feather duster would have already landed on her.
"Remember to return it on time," Mrs. Pince said coldly.
"Okay, I'll remember this time." Belvina still couldn't suppress her smile.
Belvina had to leave the library immediately; she wanted to share this joy with Bassheda right away.