Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 569 I Didn't, It Wasn't Me

Hermione sat there and realized that everyone in the auditorium turned their heads and looked at her. Of course, this was not quite appropriate. After all, she was not that famous in other grades, and many people still didn't know Hermione at all. Who is Min Granger, but after some inquiring, their eyes immediately fell on her by anchoring the famous Harry Potter.

Hermione was stunned, her mouth was slightly open, her pure brown pupils were misty, and her thin body was trembling slightly under the gazes of countless people, as if she was waking up from a big dream, when her consciousness was still unable to fully control her body.

There was no applause, but a buzzing sound began to sound in the auditorium, like countless angry bees chirping. Some students even stood up in order to see Hermione Granger clearly, but Hermione remained frozen in her seat. It's like being under a petrification spell.

Professor McGonagall stood up from the guest chair and walked quickly to Professor Dumbledore. His face was ashen and he whispered eagerly, while Dumbledore listened attentively and frowned slightly.

Also rising from their seats were Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff. They seemed to think that young Professor Brain had made an inappropriate joke. They quickly walked around the table and ran to Professor Brain. , sticking his head out from left to right, staring at the piece of paper that Professor Blaine was still holding.

Time moved forward slowly in despair, and Hermione's body trembled more and more severely, but this always allowed her to regain her ability to move slightly.

She turned her head and looked at Harry and Ron, and at every face facing her on the Gryffindor table. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with moisture.

It was a good thing that there was only confusion and confusion on Harry's face. Hermione had never felt that Ron was so strange. He stared at her, and every wrinkle on his face showed his anger, while others , Fred, George, Ginny, they looked at me as if they were meeting themselves for the first time!
Neville, Seamus, Dean, Alia, and Katie. Their eyes looked at her with shock, but the ones Hermione couldn't accept the most were Patil, Lavender, and Angelina. Her gaze only flickered on their eyes for a moment and then moved away, because she really couldn't bear what their eyes expressed.

Resentment and their feeling that she was just a clown who got away with it.

"I do not have--"

Hermione couldn't control the cry in her voice. The situation was so hopeless.

Hermione still remembered that when she first entered Hogwarts, in order to cover up her inferiority complex caused by her Muggle origin, she remained humble and worked hard to study. Of course, this won the favor of many professors and some classmates. However, most people still turned a blind eye to her and even thought she was a troublemaker. At that time, it was the friendship between Harry and Ron that saved her from this confused situation.

But now, it seemed that he was the only one she could rely on.

"I do not have"

Hermione's thin shoulders were shaking so much. If she hadn't been in the auditorium, if she hadn't been under the gaze of so many people, Hermione might have cried at her desk.

What was gratifying was that Harry took a deep breath. His mind was still confused, but his eyes when he looked at Hermione became firm, and Ron, his mouth moved slightly, and those between his eyebrows The lines of anger disappeared, but his eyes flickered.

Karkaroff's eyes seemed to be boring into the note in Amosta's hand. Amosta threw the note into his arms. He took a step forward and looked behind the Gryffindor table. Half a paragraph, I repeated it again,
"Hermione Granger, come on, come to that door."

"Go--"

Harry's voice was heavy and angry. He patted Hermione's arm gently, and then, his palm felt like electricity, causing Hermione's body to tremble violently.

"Go, Hermione—"

This urging came from Neville. The shock in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by worry. The silent support of some people finally allowed Hermione to find some courage.

Hermione stood up shakily, stepping on the hem of her robes, stumbling slightly.

She still didn't dare to look at the people at the Hufflepuff table beside her. Although most of the Gryffindor people looked at her in surprise, compared to Hufflepuff, their gazes could be considered soft. .Hermione knew why Hufflepuff resented her so much, it was something that didn't need to be thought about at all.Hermione walked along the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. She felt that the road seemed extremely long, and the guest of honor seat seemed always so far away.She could feel hundreds of eyes on her, as if each eye was a searchlight.The buzzing chatter got louder and louder, and it seemed like an entire hour passed before she walked over to Professor Blaine.

The only person Hermione could muster the courage to observe was Professor Blaine.

He was indeed looking at himself. Unlike those classmates, there was no surprise in his expression, which was not surprising. It seemed that nothing could ever surprise Professor Brain.

To Hermione's relief, Professor Blaine didn't seem to regard her as a little wizard who stole chickens and played tricks.He looked at her as usual, even with some concern in his eyes. At this time, Hermione was particularly keen on catching this emotion.

"Not me, Professor!"

Perhaps it was because of this concern that Hermione felt broken. Her swaying steps suddenly stopped and she cried out.

"It's okay, Miss Granger—"

Amosta patted Hermione on the shoulder. He turned his head and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was covering his mouth with an unbearable expression next to Dumbledore. His voice was steady without any waves.
"Minerva, I think Miss Granger needs a little help. Could you please accompany her to that small room first?"

Professor McGonagall didn't hesitate at all. She immediately left Dumbledore's side, walked around the table and strode towards Hermione. Hermione thought Professor McGonagall would scold her. After all, she valued Gryffindor House so much. Reputation, and the moment the Goblet of Fire spat out her name, Gryffindor and Hogwarts were already in disrepute.

"Come, Miss Granger."

Professor McGonagall put an arm around Hermione's shoulders and said in the gentlest voice Hermione had ever known her.

Hermione quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. Amosta kept watching the little witch who was destined to suffer a lot enter the room at the side of the auditorium. Then, he turned his head and looked at Dumbledore at the staff table. There was a hint of coldness in his blue eyes, and he slowly stood up, responding to Amosta's gaze.

Most of the staff at the table were still in a state of shock, but Professor Snape looked a little gloating, while Barty Crouch, with his stern face, seemed to have nothing to do with what was happening at the moment.

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There was a soft sound that could only be heard by people near the faculty table. Amosta looked at Madame Maxime. She tried her best to suppress her anger, but cracks appeared on the tabletop under her palm.

"As you can see--"

Facing those childish faces, Amosta pointed at the gradually extinguishing blue and white flames of the Goblet of Fire.
"The selection of warriors has come to an end. Now, the presidents of the male and female student unions and the prefects of each college will lead your classmates back to their respective dormitories as soon as possible. I don't want to see anyone wandering around the castle tonight without obeying school rules--"

The dissatisfied discussion below suddenly became violent, and many people shouted for an explanation. However, in front of the faculty table, Professor Brain's figure seemed to grow taller, and there was a heavy pressure accompanied by a trance. Audible rolling thunder swept in all directions. The little wizards shut up one after another, left their seats obediently, and walked spontaneously towards the foyer. The one closest to Amosta was also angry. Professor Karkaroff and Ludo Bagman, who was filled with an inexplicable excitement, were swept away by the coercion coming from Amosta's body, as if they were hit by a freezing spell, and their teeth became knotted. There was a swing.

"bring it on--"

Amosta waved to Professor Karkaroff and the relevant people at the faculty table, and said calmly,

"Let's get this straight-"

(End of this chapter)