I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Ravenclaw chamber,

Hermione rested her chin on her hands, staring blankly ahead.

Crookshanks squatted aside, feeling that his master was not in a good mood, so he curled up like a bunch of compressed persimmons, trying to amuse her.

Hermione stretched out a finger, gently stroked Crookshanks' hairy head, and laughed at herself:

"We both have the same disease, we are both ugly, no one wants you in the pet store, and I can't find a dance partner..."

"I don't agree with this statement. I think you are very good-looking. Of course, your cat lizi is really ugly."

There was a joking sound in her ear, and Hermione raised her head suddenly, and said in surprise:

"Margaery? When are you coming to Hogwarts?"

"An hour ago." Margaery walked into the room, looked up at the Ravenclaw secret room curiously, and asked:

"Why are you hiding here alone, let me find it easily."

Hermione stood up, trotted to the corner, and helped Margaery move a chair. She explained in a low voice:

"The Gryffindor lounge and the library are too noisy. When I don't have classes, I always come here to read."

Margaery sat on the chair and asked doubtfully, "The library is also very noisy?"

Hermione nodded. "After Krum came to Hogwarts, he often went to the library. Every time he came, a group of girls followed him, and they were very noisy."

"Krum?" Margery narrowed her eyes, "I remember the newspaper said that on the night of the Quidditch final, Rove saved a Bulgarian Seeker, right?"

"That's right." Hermione nodded, "Krum is still a student of Durmstrang."

"He's still a student?" Margaret tutted, "I think he's almost forty years old by his appearance. Could it be that he has been repeating grades in Durmstrang because of playing games all the year round?"

"That's not true, my roommate said, Krum was only eighteen, he just looked a million times older," said Hermione.

"However, he is indeed not good-looking. Those girls like him only because he is famous!"

Margaery smiled and said, "It sounds like you're talking about Rove. He's so popular with girls because he's famous."

"That's not true!" Hermione couldn't help retorting: "Rove is very good-looking, better than most girls, he has good grades, strong magic power, he..."

Seeing Margaery staring at her with a half-smile, Hermione blushed slightly and stopped talking.

The corner of Margery's mouth curled into a charming arc, and she reached out to pick up a notebook on the table. After opening it, a line of small words appeared:

S.P.E.W. Membership List.

The first line is Hermione's name, followed by the president, the second line is Rove and Shirley, marking the treasurer and secretary respectively, and then down is a list of names of ordinary members.

Margaret flicked her fingers, and a Galleon landed on the table.

"Hermione, I also join your S.P.E.W., this is the entrance fee."

"Margaery, you don't need to pay." Hermione said hastily.

"Of course I have to give it to your small organization." Margaery picked up Hermione's quill and added her name after Shirley. She said softly:

"But I want to participate, I can't be an ordinary member, you have to arrange a position for me."

"What position do you want?"

"In Japan's magic schools—magic institutes—there is a department called the Disciplinary Committee, which manages the style and discipline of the school."

Margaery smiled and said: "You asked me to be the chairman of S.P.E.W.'s Disciplinary Committee, specializing in managing members."

Hermione hesitated: "We are a very loose organization, without discipline and punishment."

"It's fine, as long as I can manage and punish Rove." Margery grinned, "I'll think about the punishment myself."

"..."

Margaery stretched her legs, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said lazily:

"Hermione, what did you say just now that no one wants it? Didn't you find a partner yet?"

"Um...no."

"You don't have a favorite dance partner?" Margaery said with a slight smile, "Or the dance partner you want to invite has already been invited by someone else?"

Hermione fell silent, lowered her head, feeling a little lost.

Margaret looked at the lost girl, touched her head, and said softly:

"Actually, I'm the same as you. My partner was snatched away by someone else, but I just took revenge on that heartbroken man."

Hermione looked up, her eyes widened: "How did you get revenge?"

"Give him a terrible potion, put him down, and then I will put him..." Margery stuck out her tongue, licked her sexy lips, and said:

"The following content is not suitable for children, so I won't tell you the details."

"..."

"Would you like to try it too?" Margaery stretched out her hand to tease the chubby Crookshanks, and asked, "I'll give you the potion, and you go take revenge on that guy who didn't become your dance partner."

"No." Hermione shook her head, "It's his freedom to be someone's dance partner, and there's nothing wrong with that..."

"He?" Margaret asked narrowly, "He? Who is it? Rove?"

Hermione blushed when her heart was punctured, she lowered her head and kneaded the hem of her clothes and said, "Margaery, stop using Legilimency to read my thoughts."

"I didn't." Margaret smiled and said, "It's your eyes that betrayed you.

Well, don't be sad, the wrongdoer I just took revenge on is Rove, are you relieved now? "

"Rolf...is he alright?" Hermione asked nervously.

"He's fine." Margaery said softly, "You, on the other hand, look depressed, and it's just that Rove became Shirley's dance partner. Are you so sad?"

"I'm disappointed in myself." Hermione said in a depressed mood, "I've been hesitant to invite him..."

Margaery patted Hermione's fluffy hair, and comforted her softly:

"So you have to work harder. Even if Rove is Shirley's partner, you can still muster up the courage to invite him to dance at the ball."

"What you have to do now is to show your charm, not hide here and dare not meet people. Rove doesn't like girls who are not confident."

Hermione was thoughtful.

"Don't you still need a dance partner?" Margaery said with a smirk, "What do you think of me?"

"You?" Hermione's eyes widened.

"That's right." Margaery stood up and said with a smile, "We went to the ball together, dressed up beautifully, attracting the attention of the audience, and making Rove regret it to death."

The more Margery thought about it, the more excited she became. She stretched out her hand and gently lifted Hermione's chin, looked at her and said:

"I'll take you to the store to buy a new dress."

Hermione hesitated, "I've already bought a dress..."

"I've seen the clothes, they are really old-fashioned." Margaret shook her head, dissatisfied:

"How can you be better than Shirley in that kind of dress, and how can you attract Rove away? Listen to me, you're right!"

Hermione nodded foolishly. She was a little disappointed, but now she began to feel happy again.

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