Hermione Granger Year 4 Novels & Stories

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

I said. They hesitated. “Alpha didn’t,” “*I did,*” I snapped. “Want to question me again?” They exchanged wary glances, then unlocked the gate and stepped aside, their obedience silent but reluctant. The door creaked open, the sound grating against the quiet. Hermoine was curled on the floor in a crumpled heap, her once-proud posture broken. Her hair was tangled, her dress wrinkled and stained from days in the filth, her face pale with frustration and bitterness. But her eyes,*her eyes still burned.*

"What I always do at the beginning of every class grade." Harry smiled as he reminded himself that his friend had been the School Prefect, straight, for four years. "You realise this is the twelfth grade, which means the last year in highschool, you should really prepare a much more, should I say, 'memorable speech'." "Boy, you really do underestimate me, don't you?" said Anderson, a wry smile drawn across his face. "Okay, okay," said Harry, hands in the air as if to say, "you win." "I shouldn't have underestimated you."