Why Was Hermione Not In Ravenclaw นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What kind of person was I to elicit such a reaction from her? “Arya, I fell some minutes ago and in the process had a slight concussion. I can't seem to remember any other thing apart from my name. Can you tell me where I am?” I asked. Her gaze immediately moved to my head before she met my eyes. “Sure thing my lady. You are in Ravenclaw Pack, the largest and strongest pack in all three regions under the leadership of Alpha Stephan.” I swallowed, my face turning pale at her words. Ravenclaw pack was the most elusive and dangerous pack in the kingdom.

Other students began filing in shortly after that. The room filled slowly. Mages mostly, with a few fae and demons mixed in. And the whispers started again. “…that’s her.” “The Raven girl.” “I heard her coven kicked her out.” “Because she has no magic.” Someone snorted. “Then why is she even in Advanced Potions?” “Because it’s the only thing she can do.” I kept my eyes on the grimoire. Let them talk. Professor Halversen clapped once when the final students had taken their seats.

Not afraid. He turned, confused. “Enter.” The door opened, and there she was. Hermoine. In a black coat. Her eyes sharp, her face calm. Ron leaned back. “Well, well. What a surprise.” “I want to join you,” she said. He laughed. Loud and sharp. “Really? The mighty Hermoine? What happened? Salvatore broke your heart?” Hermoine didn’t smile. “This is bigger than that. I have my reasons. I know things. I have secrets. And I know how to get inside.”

I calmly take in a deep breath before nodding. Few meters ahead and I was standing before the council. Principal Eldor was sitting amidst four strange faces, only one female and Tabitha Crofus -my grandmother is sitting some meters away from them. A sly smile rests on her lips as she looks at me. I return it with my chin up high, setting her aback. "Miss Hermione Crofus, a final year student of Showek's High school is been accused of using her magic wrongly to hurt a fellow student, by name Ketura Crofus..." The man at the extreme end says

I hissed out in anger. "You think you could convince your husband otherwise?" She asked with a look. "Well, do you think you could convince your butcher otherwise?" I asked back and she nodded 'no', just what I thought. "But I'm sure your sister might end up being around you in Ravenclaw, you're from a high house, yes?" She asked. "Yes but our parents are dead and without a brother, we really didn't rise in the ranks since our parent's death" I explained and she just nodded.

said Jackson . " Maybe that's why am a ravenclaw. " replied Cynthia smiling . " Sorry.... you are a what ? " asked Jackson . " They are muggles Cynthia. " said Davina. " Oh okay ! am sorry . " replied Cynthia. " Never mind ! I don't know what you guys are talking about but it sounds cool ... ravenclaw and muggles. " said Jackson Clueless about what these things actually are . Cynthia Broke into a laugh.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

He swore. She looked down and closed her eyes for a moment. "Our parents were once part of one of the largest and most powerful Witch covens in the world. They broke one of our covens most sacred rules. Our mother escaped with Rose and I when Rose was two and I was a newborn. They hunted us relentlessly and still do. We ran for years before she found Hudsonville. She made an agreement with your Grandfather. She's the one who performed the spell that protects your secrets. In exchange, he promised that she and her family would always be safe here." Hermione explained.

The daughters of the high Lords, or as I liked to call them; the Courtyard Hags. “Selena.” Hermione purred, stepping out from under the archway with her usual entourage of highborn airheads. She was a perfect kid of expensive silks and fangs, and it rubbed off on me the wrong way. “Youre dressed, comfortably. How noble of you.” Hermione and I weren't friends, but I knew an insult when I heard one. “Thanks.” I let out, my smile bright. “I was going for, the financially humble, emotionally stable look. I nailed it, didn't I?”

Kaida stepped forward first, and I nearly choked on my own spit when she said, "Maverick from Woodland." The shocked silence that followed was deafening. Even Dalia's mouth fell open. Maverick himself looked calm, but I could see a small smile followed by Kaida sending him a death glare. Now, thinking about it, the reason Kaida was so anti-social was because she didn't grow up in Grimwell. She was sent off to her mother's pack for some time. She knew about it. That was why she had been confident in her bet. Such a calculating sly fox. "Interesting choice," Harrion murmured, those calculating eyes of his studying Kaida with new interest.