Straight-man Harry looked at the Daily Prophet seriously, his brows furrowed in concentration. Like Hermione, it was the first time he had seen such a magical newspaper, with its moving pictures and shifting text. However, he didn't pay too much attention to the animated goblin shaking its fist in the photo; his focus was entirely on the content.
"Gringotts 713," Harry murmured. "I know this place."
Hearing Harry suddenly say this, Ron finally woke up from his daze of admiring Miss Hermione's beauty. He blinked, turning to his friend. "Harry, what do you know?"
Harry leaned over the table, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Hagrid and I took the contents of Vault 713 yesterday. So the goblins at Gringotts are right. Although the robbers broke in, the vault was empty. Hagrid took the thing first. He said it was Hogwarts business... something for Headmaster Dumbledore."
Ron was interested immediately. "Headmaster Dumbledore? What could be so important?"
Harry's glasses reflected the candlelight of the Great Hall as he shook his head. "I don't know. It was a grubby little package. Hagrid wouldn't tell me what was inside."
Hermione didn't speak. She just sat there, sipping her pumpkin juice, watching the two of them reason it out.
[Congratulations on completing the optional task. Reward: Basic Attributes +1]
Hermione let out an internal sigh of relief. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, ready to run away now that the mission was complete.
"I'm done eating," she announced, standing up smoothly. "You two eat slowly."
"Hermione..." Ron started, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes.
He watched her beautiful back as she walked away, wishing he could ask her to stay. He just wanted her to sit beside him a little longer, even if they didn't speak. But of course, Ron couldn't open his mouth for such a request. He was just a boy with a crush, paralyzed by his own awkwardness.
Harry put down the paper, glanced at Ron, and wisely made no comments on his friend's feelings.
Hermione walked through the corridors. Even though she was trying to be low-key, she was still too beautiful. As soon as she turned a corner, she encountered a shy Hufflepuff boy who thrust a small box into her hands and ran away.
No signature, just a gift to appreciate Hermione.
Inside were some Honeydukes chocolates and a small, magical spinning top.
Hermione accepted it politely, tucking it into her bag. She turned on the System interface in her mind and picked a suitable attribute to add her new point to.
Current Stats:
[Magic +1]
[Blood Volume +1]
[Low-key +1]
[Agility +1]
She hesitated for a moment. She felt that she was still too popular. The gifts, the stares, Malfoy's obsession... it was all too much.
Better keep a low profile, she decided. Otherwise, there will be problems sooner or later.
[Low-key +1]
Total: [Low-key +2]
Not to mention, having +1 to a basic attribute didn't have much noticeable effect, but after reaching +2, the change felt distinct.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but as Hermione walked to her next class, she felt her presence dim slightly. The boys around her didn't look at her quite as eagerly as before. Their gazes slid off her more easily, less sticky with fascination.
Hermione was satisfied.
The afternoon class was Charms, which Hermione found genuinely interesting.
The professor was Filius Flitwick.
He was a tiny, old professor with a shock of white hair, standing only about a meter tall. To see over the podium, he had to stand on a towering pile of books. Despite his size, he was a former Dueling Champion and a master of Charms. He was gentle, humorous, and one of the few professors at Hogwarts who wasn't strict to the point of terror. The students generally liked him.
The interesting thing was that in the original story, Hermione was his favorite student. She could often get first-hand information about exams from him. Perhaps it was fate.
Even though Hermione was already [Low-key +2], Professor Flitwick's sharp eyes still spotted Miss Hermione's academic aura immediately.
"Welcome, welcome!" he squeaked.
This session was dedicated to practicing the Levitation Charm.
There was a white feather placed in front of each student. Under Professor Flitwick's careful guidance, the class pulled out their wands.
Miss Hermione had two wands in her Space Ring. Of course, she wouldn't take them out at the same time. Today, for a delicate spell like levitation, Windmourne (the first wand she bought) seemed the most suitable choice.
In the original movie, Hermione sat next to Ron, leading to the famous "Leviosa not Leviosar" argument. But here, because of the addition of [Low-key +2], history changed.
Originally, Malfoy had planned to sit near Hermione. But due to the low-key effect, and because Hermione intentionally entered the classroom late, she slipped into a seat between two Ravenclaw girls. No boy had the luck to sit beside her.
Hermione took out Windmourne. The wood felt warm and responsive in her hand.
She was a little nervous. She cleared her throat, focused on the feather, and began to wave the wand in the requisite swish-and-flick motion.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Nothing happened.
In the original play, Hermione was a natural genius who got it on the first try. Here, perhaps because of the soul displacement or the different laws of this reality, she tried several times.
Swish and flick. Wingardium Leviosa.
On the fourth try, she felt the connection. The magic flowed.
The feather trembled, then lifted into the air.
Hermione controlled the feather to hover gently around her head. In the original story, Hermione liked to show off, flying the feather high to prove her superiority. Here, sticking to her Gou philosophy, she kept it hovering just a few inches above the desk, stable and controlled.
But Professor Flitwick, standing on his pile of books, still saw it.
"Oh, well done!" he cried out. "Everyone see here, Miss Granger has done it!"
Just at that moment—
BANG!
A deafening explosion rocked the classroom. The whole class jumped.
They turned to see Seamus Finnigan, the explosive ghost of Gryffindor, once again covered in black soot. His feather was gone, replaced by a smoldering pile of ash. His hair was smoking, and he looked dumbfounded.
"Ridiculous," someone whispered.
This Seamus turned clear water into weak tea (and blew himself up) in the auditorium, and now he had blown up a feather. Sure enough, the classmate who practiced the "Art of Explosion" was thick-skinned; he just blinked the soot out of his eyes.
Harry, who was sitting next to Seamus as his partner, coughed through the smoke. "Professor, I'm afraid we need another feather here."
The whole class immediately roared with laughter.
However, Hermione's System option triggered again at this time. The blue text hovered over Seamus's smoking head.
[Option 1: Laugh the loudest, become the prettiest boy (girl) in the class. Reward: 1 Pair of Slippers.]
[Option 2: Use the 'Bouncing Bomb' wand and declare "Art is an explosion!" Reward: 1 Bottle of Beer.]
[Option 3: Use the Levitation Charm to control the feather on your table to fly over to Seamus. Reward: Basic Attribute +1.]
Are these 3 options even a contest?
The first two were silly (and a bottle of beer for a student?), while the third would expose Hermione's skill slightly but offered the holy grail of rewards.
Miss Hermione chose Option 3.
She focused her intent. The wizarding power in her body flowed through Windmourne. It felt magical, like an extension of her nervous system. Her white and tender fingers gently raised the wand, guiding the white feather from her desk.
It floated up, drifted across the aisle, and landed gently on the charred remains of Seamus's desk.
The laughter died down.
"Oh, splendid!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, beaming. "Five points to Gryffindor! For excellent charm work and helping a classmate!"
While other classmates were laughing at Seamus's misfortune, only Miss Hermione had offered help. It was a class act.
The students began to applaud, following Flitwick's lead.
Some boys began to sigh wistfully.
"That Seamus is so lucky," one whispered. "The beautiful Miss Hermione gave him her feather."
"If I were Seamus, I would keep this feather and pass it on to the next generation."
Hermione, sitting in the back, heard this discussion. A few black lines of frustration imaginary appeared on her forehead.
What the hell?
I have already added [Low-key +2], how are they still this obsessed?
It seemed that even "Low-key" couldn't stop the power of being the protagonist in a movie world.
Across the room, Master Malfoy looked over. His light blond hair was combed back, his face handsome and haughty. He watched Hermione with narrowed eyes. She had a calm atmosphere that surpassed her peers. She was not only beautiful but also possessed a quiet grace, neither arrogant nor impetuous.
He touched the green hat that was still firmly on his head. Interesting, he thought. Very interesting.
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