HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

In the Gryffindor common room, the warm fire was jumping happily, reflecting on the excited faces of Harry and Ron.

The two men sat on the thick carpet, set out the wizard chess board, and prepared for a wonderful duel.

Harry's eyes seemed to be on fire, with excitement shining in his pupils:

"It's amazing that these chess pieces can move on their own!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

Ron smiled confidently, leaned forward, and prepared to teach his skills: "Yes, this is the charm of wizard chess. Let me tell you how to master it."

Similar to chess, the board of Wizard Chess is filled with vivid pieces, as if they will jump off the board at any time and form a real army.

Ron's set of chess pieces was inherited from his grandfather. Although it was worn out, it was full of family memories. The one Harry used was a set of wizard chess pieces left by Seamus Finnigan.

At this moment, Hermione pushed open the door of the common room like a gust of wind, and her figure quickly shuttled through the corridor and disappeared into her room.

The creaking sound of the door echoed in the quiet air, attracting Harry's attention.

He turned his head and followed the door that had just closed. He frowned and said to himself with doubt: "Shouldn't she go home? Why is she still staying in school?"

Ron sat aside, rolling his eyes lazily, with a scornful smile on his lips: "Huh, I bet she must be hanging out with that Malfoy again. I've said it before, she is a Slytherin at heart."

He bit off the plum in his mouth with force, as if he was chewing on his own dissatisfaction.

Hermione suddenly appeared at the door of the common room, apparently she had just heard what Ron said.

She slammed the door shut, the loud bang echoing in the quiet space.

Her face was calm, almost indifferent. She walked step by step to the sofa and slowly sat down.

His eyes were sharp and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was suppressing his inner unhappiness.

"Mr. Weasley," she said in a cold and calm tone, "if you are really not good at speaking, perhaps it would be better to remain silent. After all, as far as I know, there is no curse that will make you die because of not speaking."

There was a hint of contempt in her words, but she still maintained her usual rationality, making everyone present feel an invisible pressure.

Ron stared at her closely with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, his mouth slightly raised:

"Isn't it well known that the Malfoy family is the loyal lackey of the mysterious man? Now that you have become Malfoy's henchman, do you intend to become a member of the Death Eaters?"

His voice was full of sarcasm, yet also revealed a hint of concern.

"Don't forget, the people you know as You-Know-Who most want to eliminate are Muggle-borns like you."

The corners of Hermione's mouth curled up slightly, forming a cold smile, and her eyes were like a lake that had been frozen for thousands of years, deep and indifferent.

"I'm really curious about what kind of vulgar ideas you have in your head full of sphinxes.

However, gossiping behind someone's back doesn't seem to be in line with your so-called gentlemanly manners. Oh, sorry, I almost forgot that Mr. Weasley seems to never be able to master the art of respecting others. "

"You!" Ron glared at her, but Hermione didn't care.

Harry nervously grabbed the excited Ron, his eyes full of anxiety, "Don't be like this, Ron, Hermione is definitely not what you think."

Ron's shoulders were shaking and he seemed ready to explode at any moment.

Hermione laughed softly, the sound being particularly harsh in the quiet room.

She slowly stood up from her seat, her tone cold as ice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, that's exactly what I meant."

Her eyes moved between Harry and Ron, seeming to assess their reactions.

She continued, each step seemed to hammer at Harry's heart, "You don't have to play peacemaker here. If you really regarded me as a friend, you should have stopped Weasley's stupid sarcasm long ago."

Hermione frowned, revealing her disappointment. "Weasley's words and actions may be unpleasant, but your choice to stand by and watch is even more disheartening."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione turned and left resolutely.

As soon as Hermione's figure disappeared at the door of the Gryffindor common room, Ron punched the sofa hard, his anger flying like sparks.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed his dissatisfaction and doubt towards her.

"Look at that Granger, always strutting around like she's superior to everyone else."

He gritted his teeth and crossed his arms over his chest, looking a little uneasy, "Now I'm still mixed up with that self-righteous Malfoy, it's really disgusting."

Ron paced back and forth restlessly, the irritability in his heart was like an unsuppressible flame, burning his sanity.

Harry sighed heavily, his eyes filled with worry and confusion. "I never thought that Hermione and Sigman would be so close. One is the pride of pure-bloods, and the other is a wizard from the Muggle world. Such a friendship is really unexpected."

Ron, who was standing next to him, had a dissatisfied look on his face. There was a hint of sourness in his words: "Malfoy must have her own little calculations about Granger, otherwise why would she be so enthusiastic about Hermione? No one should be willing to get close to a girl like Granger."

Harry listened quietly without saying a word, but he felt a sense of loss in his heart because of Hermione's previous words.

At this moment, Hermione Granger stopped in front of the densely carved wooden door of the Gryffindor College common room.

Her eyes were fixed on the door handle, as if she could feel the weight of what Ron Weasley had just said.

She slowly raised her hand, but did not push the door open. Instead, she fell into deep thought.

The students around her were coming and going, and the lively laughter and conversation echoed in the corridor, which formed a sharp contrast with her current state of mind.

Hermione bit her lower lip slightly, and a small storm seemed to be stirred up in her heart - she knew that she seemed too strong sometimes, even a little aggressive.

But Ron's words were like a sudden sharp dagger, piercing deep into her sensitive and fragile heart.

"Forget it, wasn't the result expected?"

Hermione smiled self-deprecatingly, shook her head slightly, and then turned and set foot on the path leading to the Black Lake.

As night slowly falls, the Black Lake becomes particularly peaceful. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the lake, making the waves sparkle and look like a dream.

Hermione folded her arms, curled up in the shadow of an ancient oak tree, and watched the giant squid frolicking in the lake with tearful eyes. The waves in her heart echoed with the ripples on the lake.

Just as Hermione was immersed in her own world, an elegant figure slowly approached.

The white fishtail skirt swayed gently as she walked. It was Cygnus, who was wearing an exquisite white rex rabbit fur coat, like an angel in winter.

"Who can make our dear Hermione cry?" Cygnus' voice was gentle and concerned. She walked to Hermione and asked softly.

Hermione raised her tearful eyes and looked at Seconas. Her vulnerability at that moment made people feel pity for her.

Without hesitation, Cygnus sat down next to Hermione, not caring at all that her fine coat might get stained by the dirt.

Her eyes drifted towards the clouds in the sky and the black lake in front of her, and she said softly:

"Today's sunset is so beautiful, and those clouds are like a gorgeous painting. If I hadn't seen the little pearls you dropped, I might have been happy all day."

Under Sensei's gaze, Hermione's tears, which had been held back in her eyes, finally burst out, slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the back of her hand.

Cygnus smiled slightly, gently opened her arms, looked at Hermione with a concerned look, and asked softly, "Do you need a hug?"

Hermione just looked at Sensenas, tears flowing silently like pearls from a broken string. Sensenas smiled gently, took the initiative to stretch out his arms, pulled Hermione close to his arms, and said softly: "If you don't take the initiative, then I can only hug you first."

In this warm embrace, Hermione finally couldn't help crying. She hugged Segnus tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and vented her emotions to her heart's content.

Her shoulders shook and her cries echoed around the Black Lake.

"Why don't others like me no matter how hard I try?" Hermione asked sobbingly, her tone full of confusion and puzzlement.

"My dear, you don't have to change yourself to please others. Those who truly love you will not lose any of their love for you because of your small shortcomings. Those who don't love you will find a thousand reasons to find fault with you even if you are perfect."

Cygnus wiped away Hermione's tears. "Don't cry, Hermione. You just need to be yourself. You know what? I like most about you is the real you."

She gently held Hermione's face in her hands. "No matter how others see you, you must believe that you are worthy of being loved, because you are smart, brave, and strong, and these qualities make me admire you very much."

Hermione sobbed and looked at Sigma, with a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

Segnus continued, "No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. We will face difficulties together and spend this wonderful time together."

Hermione felt the care and love from Cygnus, and the sadness in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a warm feeling.

"Okay, stop crying, maybe you'll be interested in something wonderful."

Cygnus blinked softly and smiled at Hermione's teary eyes.

Hermione's red eyes were still a little tearful and she looked a little confused. She stared at Segnus blankly, as if she had not yet recovered from her sadness.

Cygnus gently took Hermione's hand and led her through the corridor, eventually stopping in front of a small classroom that looked like no other.

This place seems to be forgotten by time, but it exudes a mysterious magic.

In the center of the classroom, an oval mirror was placed gorgeously, like a star on the stage, quietly absorbing all the gazes.

The base of the mirror is made of two delicately carved animal claws, which seem to move at any moment with life. They hold up the mirror gently and firmly, as if guarding a precious gem.

The golden frame wrapped around the mirror is like sunlight dancing on the fingertips, flashing a brilliance that is impossible to look directly at.

There is a sentence engraved on the top of the mirror. The handwriting is ancient and delicate: "erised star ehru oyt ube safru out on wohsi", which is like an ancient rune, exuding an alluring and mysterious atmosphere, evoking people's desire to explore the secrets.

Segnus stood in front of the mirror, her eyes deeply attracted by these mysterious words. She stroked the cold mirror surface with her fingers, feeling the story hidden behind it.

In the quiet atmosphere, Cygnus softly uttered the mysterious term - "Mirror of Erised".

Her voice is like the spring breeze, gentle and suggestive.

“This mirror has a strange magical power,” she continued.

"It can see into the deepest, most sincere desires of the human heart. So, Hermione, what do you see in the mirror?"

Hermione stared at the wonder in the mirror without blinking. The phantom's elusive magic captured her sight firmly.

Her heart trembled slightly with the picture in the mirror, as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

On the other side of the mirror, Cygnus's hands tightly embraced Hermione's hands, and her smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and touching.

It seemed as if there was only Hermione's reflection in her eyes, and her focused expression made Hermione's heart beat faster.

During this picturesque moment, Hermione's fingers delicately pressed on a red rose and pinned it to Sensenas' ear.

The rose sounded particularly bright beside Sensei's ear, just like a spark ignited in Hermione's heart, brilliant and bright.