Hogwarts , my sister is Hermione

"So, your life was saved by this robe?"

Hermione picked up the tattered robe and looked at it. Several holes had been torn in the front of the robe, and there was a faint smell of blood coming from it.

"To be precise, there are still these runes. Without these runes, this would be just an ordinary robe." Lewis pointed to the pile of parchment on the ground.

Hermione nodded, probably guessing what Louis was thinking next.

"Okay, now while no one is around, I will quickly engrave the runes on my robe to prevent this from happening again."

Louis dragged off his robe and laid it flat on the ground. He picked up a piece of parchment from the side. He took out his wand and pointed it at the shield on the parchment. After a while, the shield left the parchment and was pulled by Louis.

It's engraved in the robe.

Seeing this scene, Hermione completely believed what Louis said just now. Suddenly she seemed to think of something, "Wow, Louis, you are really..."

"What is Tai?" he asked while carving the runes.

"You're so evil. You know, if you weren't my brother, I would really suspect that you were possessed by something strange! This is something you created, a rune! You created a new world for this world.

s things!"

"This is simply amazing!"

Hermione said excitedly, feeling happy that Louis could create the runes. Then she seemed to have thought of something and asked hesitantly:

"But, Louis, why do you want to hide this matter? If you expose this matter, or you can tell Professor McGonagall that she is your teacher, she can help you become famous!"

"Sister, you seem to be very interested in fame?"

"Of course, famous people are generally not just ordinary people!"

"What about Harry?"

Hermione suddenly fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Louis continued without raising his head: "Harry is also famous, right? He is the savior of the wizarding world. He is so famous. Everyone in the wizarding world knows him."

"But, does he really deserve this reputation?" He was saying to Hermione, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Harry doesn't seem to like studying very much, and he doesn't seem to like reading textbooks. In the Potions class, the questions Professor Snape answered were all the ones I told him when I asked him to study with us before. He didn't like the two of us either.

I have been so motivated to learn magic that sometimes I fall asleep while studying.”

"I suspect that if I hadn't dragged him to study together, he might not even have read the textbook."

"We both entered Hogwarts at the same time, but have you noticed that the two of us have learned more knowledge, learned more spells, and walked faster than the so-called savior!"

"Do you still remember the advice I gave you and Harry when I was first accepted as a disciple by Professor McGonagall? Let you become a disciple of a professor like me. You are now valued by Professor Flitwick. I suspect

If you were in Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick would have accepted you as his disciple long ago."

"But what about Harry? He seems to have forgotten about it a long time ago."

"From this point of view, he is no different from other little wizards."

"Anyway, that's what I've seen so far."

"Of course, what disappointed me the most was that he actually sat back and watched you run out alone crying that day. I clearly asked him to help watch the conversation between you and Ron, and he agreed.

But the result..."

Lewis shook his head and continued: "We have all seen the result... By the way, what exactly did you say that day that made you cry so sadly."

He asked casually, but the wands in his hands were already busy carving inscriptions.

"Weasley, he loudly said that I am like a fly, chattering non-stop all day long, like a walking school rule book, saying that I know how to be nosy all day long, and he also said that I like to show off myself.

.

But it is wrong for them to violate school rules. He said that I love to show off, and I asked why I showed off. But when he told me what happened, I explained that I just wanted to share with them the joy of gaining new knowledge.

But he called me hypocritical and a bitch.

I don't understand where I went wrong..."

Hermione spoke normally at first, but by the end, her tone was obviously crying.

After hearing this, Louis felt that the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, but he still tried his best to suppress his emotions. He did not want his emotions to control his behavior. That was an extremely terrifying thing.

Louis thought carefully about the words Ron scolded Hermione. The first thing he could confirm was that it was absolutely wrong to violate school rules. Of course, this refers to reasonable school rules.

Night outing... Harry doesn't have an invisibility cloak yet. Copying homework? If this thing is considered a school rule, at least fifty students have violated it. First years can't ride a broomstick. Well, he also rides it. Um, Hermione seems to have

Never told him.

Hmm... Thinking about it this way, there is indeed a bit of a double standard, but he is the one who is favored.

You're right about being nosy, and I don't like others being too nosy.

But what Ron said next... no matter what, it gave off a hint of pink eye.

And Louis always feels that Ron is very similar to some trash. Is it because he is not talented enough and doesn't want to work hard, so he can only vent his anger on those students who are good at studying? Or, it may be because of the way Hermione speaks.

question?

Of course, these are just guesses, but the only thing that is certain is that he scolded Hermione directly and made her cry.

Hermione didn't mention Harry, so he should be watching from the sidelines...silently? But sometimes, silence isn't a kind of approval and acquiescence?

"Sister, I swear, I will definitely beat up Ron to relieve your anger." Louis promised first.

This made Hermione burst into laughter, wiped away the tears that were about to fall, and said, "Well, I believe you."

"But, sister, double standards...you do have a bit..." Louis saw the smile on Hermione's face disappear, but he still said bravely: "In their eyes, your standards for me and them are

different."

"Of course, you are my brother..." Hermione said with a frown, but her voice stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

"Well, I think you should understand. However, people are selfish, and so am I, so I am not qualified to say this. But I just want to remind you one thing. Sometimes there are things that, if you say it again, others

If you don’t listen, then forget it.”

"We have only known Harry and Ron for about two months. Before we have a deep relationship, your excessive persuasion is likely to disgust others."

Louis tried to tell Hermione some ways to treat others, which might not be a big deal to him.

But for Hermione, it was a very useful experience.

"You have no relationship with him, so you don't need to pay too much attention or remind them.

What they want to do is their freedom, and they will definitely pay a heavy price for this so-called 'freedom', but they have the ability to bear the price."

"Harry is the savior and Ron is a pure-blood family. Although it seems a little embarrassed, they all have their own capital. When they really hit the wall, it will just be to pay tuition, so you don't need to care about them so much.

.”

"As for you sharing the joy of your success with them, well, I once read a sentence in a book that not everyone is suitable to share the joy of success with you.

Some people complain about your showing off, some are jealous, and some look down upon you, so we will slowly become humble, or in other words, mature."

Louis had engraved all the defensive inscriptions on his robes, eighteen in total, and he put them on:

"Well, I feel safe now."

Looking at Hermione who was deep in thought, Louis thought for a moment and decided not to disturb her now. What he just said was a bit much and he really needed to digest it for a while.

But it seems that his work is not finished yet. After all, Hermione's robes seem to have to be engraved with it, which can also make Hermione safer.

After a while, Hermione finished digesting what Louis said, then she felt tired and let out a breath, and finally looked at Louis.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Hermione shook her head: "No, I just think that you seem to be more suitable than me to be...forget it, I suddenly feel that fame is not so important, and your own strength is the most important."

"Well, by the way, sister, don't tell anyone about this." Louis reminded.

"OK."

Hermione no longer wanted to ask why. Anyway, her brain seemed not as good as Louis', so she just listened to him. This was when she looked at the time and noticed one thing:

"Didn't you say you want to go to the fighting club? Today happens to be Sunday, and there are still two left before two o'clock in the afternoon. I will take you there?"

"Why are you in a hurry? Take off your robe." Louis stretched out his hand, "At least it will be safer, right?"