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Chapter 77: 77: Hermione Granger

Hermione wasn't doing well.

She wasn't sure if the problem lay with her or if Gryffindor simply wasn't the right place for her. Either way, since starting at Hogwarts, she'd felt out of place. None of the other students seemed to see her as one of their own.

Even when Hermione earned points for Gryffindor faster than anyone else, no one expressed gratitude. It left her feeling adrift, despite how proud she was of her efforts.

With no friends in the dormitory and no one to sit with in the common room, Hermione grew used to keeping to herself. She began spending more and more time in the library, where the quiet made her solitude less noticeable.

That was when she noticed someone else who seemed just as alone.

The girl spent even more time in the library than Hermione—sometimes accompanied by her boyfriend, though the two rarely spoke. The girl buried herself in books, endlessly studying, while her boyfriend sat idly by, twisting and turning a Muggle puzzle cube as if he were there solely to keep her company.

Eventually, Hermione learned her name—Eve Stock.

A curious Slytherin.

Hermione wanted to approach her.

She thought maybe, just maybe, two girls who felt equally isolated could find something in common.

And so, alongside her usual reading, Hermione began quietly observing Eve.

Eve Stock spent at least four days a week in the library. She pored over a variety of subjects—Transfiguration, Charms, Potions… even Astronomy, Divination, and Ancient Runes. She seemed to study everything. Eve kept a thick notebook filled with meticulous, handwritten notes, copying down entire pages from books, one word at a time. Sticky tabs protruded from the edges of her notebook, each color-coded and labeled—a clear testament to her dedication.

On the days she wasn't in the library, Hermione often wondered where she disappeared to. Was she spending time with that puzzle-loving boyfriend somewhere on campus?

The mystery unraveled one afternoon when Hermione went to see Professor McGonagall.

To her surprise, Eve Stock was already there, earnestly discussing Transfiguration with McGonagall, her notebook open on the desk.

"Oh, Miss Stock, you may not be the most naturally gifted student I've encountered, but you are certainly the most diligent," McGonagall remarked, conjuring a cat with a flick of her wand before smoothly transforming it back into a desk. "Biological Transfiguration isn't typically taught until sixth year. We introduce it to students only after they've passed their O.W.L.s, as it can be quite dangerous. But if you continue to show promise in this field, I wouldn't mind teaching you something more advanced."

Hermione's curiosity only deepened after witnessing that exchange.

So, the next day, when Eve reappeared in the library, Hermione didn't hesitate. She walked right up to her.

"Can I sit here?" Hermione asked, standing beside Eve's table.

Eve blinked, her silver eyes meeting Hermione's. After a brief pause, she gave a small nod.

"Suit yourself."

Her tone didn't change. She simply returned to her reading, as if Hermione Granger's presence didn't particularly matter.

Hermione thought Eve seemed rather cold. She couldn't tell if it was just Eve's nature or something she'd picked up over time.

Desperate to fill the silence, Hermione blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Is your boyfriend not with you today?"

"You mean Nolan? He's not my boyfriend," Eve said calmly. "Are you interested in Nolan too?"

"What?" Hermione was caught off guard. "No! Of course not! Why would I be?"

Eve's expression didn't shift. She remained as calm as ever. "You don't have to be so sensitive. I know a lot of girls are interested in Nolan. They try all sorts of ways to get close to me, hoping to find out the secret to why Nolan cares about me. It's amusing, isn't it?"

"And how do you respond to them?"

"I tell them to grab his sleeve, look pitiful, and cry." Eve's lips curved slightly at the memory of that crybaby from a year ago. "But no one believes me. Even though it's the truth."

Hermione grimaced. She didn't believe it either.

At Hogwarts, even the students who had no interest in Nolan had at least heard of him. It wasn't just because Nolan Von Draugr was strikingly good-looking for a second-year, but also because he was known for being… unique.

After carefully choosing her words, Hermione said, "I heard you're Muggle-born too."

"A Muggle-born Slytherin. Hilarious, isn't it?" Eve laughed at herself. "I've heard that plenty of times. Last year, a Slytherin alumnus stormed into Hogwarts demanding my expulsion…"

"I didn't mean to mock you…" Hermione pulled her robes tighter around herself, feeling slightly guilty. "I just thought… maybe we're in similar situations…"

"A Slytherin who doesn't act like a Slytherin and… a Gryffindor who doesn't fit in with Gryffindor?" Eve considered this, then offered quietly, "Honestly, you're overthinking it. Sometimes the harder you try to excel, the more things fall apart. Have you heard of Murphy's Law, Hermione? If you're afraid something will happen, then it probably will. You're too concerned about being left out in Gryffindor, and that's exactly why it keeps happening."

"You know about Muggle laws?" Hermione blinked in surprise. The more she spoke to Eve, the more mysterious the girl seemed.

"Knowing more doesn't hurt. Life is always worse than you think," Eve replied matter-of-factly. Her silver eyes settled on Hermione with unsettling precision. "You've been watching me in the library. I've noticed you staring at me more than once."

Hermione stiffened, her cheeks heating. She hesitated. "I was just curious… about why you're always reading."

"Because if Hogwarts ever expels me, I'd still like to be a witch," Eve said plainly.

Hermione froze.

She hadn't expected that answer.

Compared to Eve's burdens, Hermione's troubles felt small and trivial.

"I don't mind whether I have friends or not," Eve continued with chilling detachment. "I already have one good friend. And I have Nolan. I know people need friends, but real friends are rare. Most people won't stand by you when things get tough. As for my fellow Slytherins… I have no expectations of them. None of them truly consider me one of their own."

Eve's voice was sharp as frost. "You and I aren't the same, Hermione Granger. Don't try to find validation in me. You belong to Gryffindor. I don't even belong to Slytherin."

Who was Eve Stock, really?

For the first time, Hermione felt she understood a little.

They weren't alike after all.

One girl read because she loved to learn.

The other read because she had no choice.


Chapter 78: 78: The Boy Who Feared Snakes

Even after a year had passed, Malcolm and Miles still didn't get along.

Everyone knew Malcolm was a staunch blood purist, proud of his lineage—making him, in that regard, a model Slytherin. Just like the newly enrolled Draco Malfoy, Malcolm fit the mold perfectly.

Miles, on the other hand, was a half-blood. And while there were plenty of half-bloods in Slytherin these days—Eve Stock being the most glaring anomaly—half-bloods still didn't command the same respect as pure-bloods. Malcolm looked down on Miles. Miles couldn't care less. That was the root of their endless conflict.

"You fascist bastard!" That day, the two of them were at each other's throats in the common room. Miles hurled the nastiest insult he could muster at Malcolm. "How did your mother even manage to give birth to such a miserable prick like you? Who knows if your blood's even pure? Maybe you're just some bastard she had with a Muggle on the side!"

Malcolm roared in fury. "Don't you dare insult my family, you filthy Mudblood!"

"I'm not a Mudblood! I'm half-blood!" Miles snapped, drawing his wand. "You'll pay for that—I'll make you pay! Let's see if your precious bloodline will protect you now. Draw your wand!"

"Fine! I'll show you what happens when you challenge noble blood!"

The air in the common room crackled as the two squared off, eyes blazing. The younger Slytherins watched nervously. Bloodline arguments were always sensitive—no one wanted to step in. Siding with either party would spell trouble.

At that moment, the common room door creaked open, and in walked Nolan, holding a battered broomstick. His eyes lazily swept over Miles, then Malcolm. "What's going on?"

"He destroyed my poster!" Miles shouted, his voice shaking with outrage. "That was a limited-edition Julie Delpy poster! My dad and I worked hard to get the enchantment right—she actually moved! There's only one of those in the entire world, and now it's ruined! Completely ruined!"

"I won't have some Muggle woman prancing around like an idiot in our dormitory," Malcolm sneered. "You should find better interests. Someone like Libera Rousseau. Now she's a beauty—and pure-blood."

"She's a bloody actress! You can't expect a movie star to have wizarding ancestry!"

"I don't care about your… movies. Real wizards don't need such lowbrow entertainment. That's why you're a half-blood and I'm pure. Simple as that." Malcolm smirked, tossing the torn pieces of the poster in the air. "Besides, women like her—dressed like that—we all know what they are."

"You take that back! Don't you dare insult Julie Delpy!"

Miles lunged, but the next second he was blasted backward—along with Malcolm.

Nolan frowned as he flicked his wand, brushing dust off his robes with the other hand. His voice was calm but sharp. "If you two don't stop bickering all day long, I'll turn you both into toads."

The common room fell silent.

Everyone remembered the time last year when Nolan had actually turned Malcolm into a toad. He'd carried him around for weeks—even brought him to class, attempting to feed him worms.

In the corner, Draco Malfoy swallowed nervously.

He hadn't expected Nolan Von Draugr's magic to be this powerful. A single flick of the wand and two Slytherins were sent flying. Draco doubted he could manage such a thing himself.

In fact, he wasn't entirely sure even his father Lucius could.

Draco cautiously leaned toward Monta and whispered, "Isn't dueling with wands forbidden in the common room? Why didn't anyone stop him?"

Monta laughed heartily, clapping Draco on the shoulder. "You've got to understand—no one wants to cross Nolan Von Draugr. Around this time last year, Malcolm insulted Eve, and Nolan turned him into a toad. The transformation lasted for half a month. By the end of it, Malcolm almost seemed to embrace his amphibious lifestyle. One night, I caught him crawling around the common room on all fours."

Draco shivered, his grip tightening on the armrest. "Didn't any of the professors stop him?"

"That's the strangest part," Monta said, lowering his voice as if Nolan might overhear. "The professors… they don't seem eager to interfere with him. Almost as if upsetting Nolan is worse than letting him disrupt discipline. Even Dumbledore didn't step in when it happened. Listen, Draco—Nolan's not just anybody. Everyone knows it, even if they don't say it out loud. We don't provoke him lightly. But as long as you don't piss him off, he's easy to get along with. It actually takes a lot to make him angry."

Monta Lockman was one of the more good-natured Slytherins, but even he wouldn't risk stepping in to save Malcolm.

That was the Slytherin way—self-preservation above all.

As Monta finished recounting the story to the first years, Nolan had already finished dealing with the two troublemakers. By now, Miles and Malcolm were battered and slumped against the wall, practically in tears.

"We won't fight again! We swear!" they pleaded, sniffling pitifully.

"Good," Nolan said with a satisfied nod. "I'd appreciate that. You're both incredibly loud when you argue."

With that, he grabbed them by the collars—one in each hand—and dragged them back toward their dormitory, leaving the rest of the Slytherins exchanging wary glances.

And just like that, peace was restored to the Slytherin common room.

The young Slytherins returned to their books. They were diligent—not like the Gryffindors, who wasted every free moment on games or mischief. In Slytherin, most students studied hard, either out of personal ambition or the heavy expectations of their families. It was no wonder they had claimed the House Cup for six consecutive years—Snape's favoritism notwithstanding.

Barely five minutes passed before a blood-curdling scream erupted from Nolan's dormitory.

Malcolm bolted into the common room, eyes wide with terror, tears streaming down his face. "There's a snake! A snake!" he wailed.

"Calm down, Malcolm." Miles emerged behind him, barely suppressing a laugh. "That's just Nolan's pet. She's been with us since first year. She's never bitten anyone. Honestly, I'm more surprised that a Slytherin like you is afraid of snakes. Isn't that a bit embarrassing?"

Malcolm's face turned pale. "S-Since first year?! Y-You mean… it's been here the whole time!?" His lips trembled, and he staggered backward, glancing around as if expecting more serpents to slither from the shadows.

He couldn't fathom it—he'd been sharing a room with a snake for over a year without even realizing it.

"Her name's Sheila," Nolan said casually, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a slender, pale snake coiling around his wrist. His touch was gentle, almost affectionate, as if he were caressing a lover. "She's family."

Sheila's ruby-red eyes glinted as she flicked her tongue toward Malcolm, hissing softly.

Malcolm's gaze locked with hers.

His eyes rolled back.

With a faint "Gah!" he collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.

Poor guy.

The young Slytherins shook their heads in silent sympathy.

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