Hermione frowned and thought for a while: "Sorry Harry, I can't think of it now..."

The knowledge reserves of first-year wizards are still too limited. They have only started learning magic for two months.

"Don't worry." Harry waved his hand, "Just focus on your recovery."

As he spoke, he stood up.

Hermione's strange sense of déjà vu became even stronger, and she said in a strange tone: "Don't you want to sit for a while?"

"You need to recover." Harry said softly.

Hermione nodded, but only reluctantly: "Okay, let me think about it, and we can discuss it when I get back tomorrow."

Harry hummed and left with Ron.

Ron seemed to be hesitant to speak.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Madam Pomfrey came over and closed the curtain again. "Your two friends are so kind. If only all Gryffindors could be as quiet as them..."

Halfway through her words, she noticed the expression on Hermione's face - her little face wrinkled, and she quickly changed the topic and asked, "What's wrong, Miss Granger, what's wrong?"

There is nothing wrong with my body, but I feel uncomfortable mentally.

Of course Hermione didn't say much, and tried to smooth her face: "Madam Pomfrey, is it the same for other people who come to visit patients?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed, "No, they are loud and noisy and it's lively, but this is the infirmary."

"The patient needs rest."

"It is the right thing to do, to understand the patient's condition, and to leave when you feel relieved. This is also the best thing for the patient."

"Okay, miss, now take a good rest."

With a rustle, she walked out and pulled up the curtain.

The depression that had just arisen in Hermione's heart was immediately relieved and dissipated by these words.

By Saturday, Hermione had returned to the common room.

The little lions looked at her with strange expressions, complicated, relieved, and incredible - all very strange, but at least they were no longer indifferent as before.

"What homework did Professor Snape assign?" Hermione asked, sitting next to Harry.

Ron muttered, "The paper on the Swelling Potion has to be three inches long, damn it, but Harry wants eight inches."

"Hermione, I can only rely on you this time, please, please."

He couldn't copy Harry's paper - the weight was different.

As for picking out the parts that can be copied - he has already copied the homework, why should he distinguish between which ones are useless and which ones are useful.

Hermione looked at Ron, her face calm: "So, do you know how to make swelling potions?"

Although she missed classes and was unable to see it with her own eyes, based on her understanding of Ron, it was most likely that he would not do that.

As expected, Ron's face froze, and he muttered, "It's not my fault. Fred's second-hand crucible leaked. It's not of good quality."

"I can lend you my cauldron." Hermione raised her head. "Of course, if you think mine is not good, Harry, would you be willing to lend it to Ron?"

Harry, who was writing his paper, replied without looking up, "Sure thing, Ron, you know where my cauldron is."

Ron laughed awkwardly, didn't answer, and buried his head.

Hermione glanced at the other young wizards gathered around the table, gritted her teeth, stood up, and slammed the table with her good hand: "We can't go on like this."

"Ron, you and all of you are like this. You can't keep copying homework like this!"

She spoke in a loud voice, and the last sentence was not only addressed to Ron, but also to the other first-year wizards. Even some senior students not far away turned their eyes and looked at her.

Seamus frowned. "Granger, you are meddling too much."

"Harry has no objection."

Harry raised his head and glanced at him coldly: "It's not that I don't have any opinions, I just didn't say it. I originally planned to give it only to Ron."

"After all, I can still guarantee that he will be able to learn those magics."

"But Ron obviously couldn't stand your pleading."

Ron felt guilty and turned his head away, not daring to look Harry in the eye.

Seamus opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"The things we copied are not yours." Seeing Harry's support, Hermione became more courageous and her voice became more confident. "Finnigan, except for the Levitation Charm that Harry helped you learn last time, can you guarantee that you can successfully cast other spells every time?"

Seamus's face froze.

"Of course, you can't say you're completely useless." Hermione imitated Harry and Snape's tone, adding a hint of sarcasm to her voice, "Next time you fight with Slytherin, you can stick your wand into their noses and then chant a spell to use it as an explosive spell."

Seamus's expression became even uglier.

"What about the others?"

"Do you think you can just stand aside and applaud while Harry beats up the Slytherins?"

"There's only one lion in Gryffindor, and the rest are kittens." She imitated Malfoy's slick tone.

Ron muttered, "Professor McGonagall is just a tabby cat."

"That's Animagus." Hermione gritted her teeth and glared at him fiercely, "Only seven people can do it."

"If you can turn into a cat now, I will admit that you are also a lion!"

"Otherwise just shut up."

Ron was obedient and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The little lions all changed their expressions.

They thought of the flying lesson. If they had it again, it would be the same...

If you think about it more carefully, the first year of Gryffindor is all supported by Harry and their disliked Miss Otter.

Gryffindor kitten.

The thought of having to put a hat on their heads made them feel heavy-hearted. They didn't feel so happy when they looked at Harry's Charms, Transfiguration and Herbology homework.

Hermione spread her hands and said, "If you can stand this, then just copy it. You can save time and ask seniors how to be a qualified cheerleader."

The little lions' faces turned grim.

"If you don't want to do your homework, that's fine, but you have to learn how to cast spells and brew potions." Hermione said earnestly, "If you can do all of this and still don't want to do your homework, I think I can help you."

"Harry probably wouldn't mind."

Harry nodded.

After saying the last sentence, Hermione sat down again, her feet felt a little weak and her calves were shaking - this was the method she had thought about for a whole day and figured out, and it was also the method she thought was most suitable for her to reintegrate into the academy.

What you said makes a lot of sense.

But when these words came out of Hermione's mouth, the little lions were somewhat uncomfortable, and they were again being bossed around by Miss Otter in such a condescending manner.

"What do you think, Harry?" Seamus stammered, turning to look at Harry.

Harry said, "I think what she said makes sense."

Someone made the final decision.

The little lions comforted themselves under the guise of "Harry said so", agreed with Hermione, and began to count on their fingers what they knew and what they didn't know, and asked Hermione for advice.

The other little lions lined up, waiting for instructions.

Just like that, she was integrated back into Gryffindor.

Wait until Hermione has dealt with the group of little lions.

Harry also finished his homework and threw it on the table: "Well done, Hermione."

"Thank you." Hermione blushed a little, "You reminded me."

She continued, hurriedly changing the subject: "Let's talk about the trial. Slytherin is just like us. They need a password to enter, and the password will change."

"The password isn't the problem." Harry shook his head.

Hermione was startled.

Harry raised his hand. "Remember that spell I used on Malfoy? I can use it to make the Slytherin say the password himself."

Hermione was puzzled: "Why not just do this?"

"I'm going to take something." Harry sighed, "and I want to take a portrait of Slytherin."

The wizard's portrait can speak.

After knowing the password, I could sneak in with the invisible cloak - but if I steal the portrait, I would make a noise...

The little snakes came out in droves, and even for myself, it would be difficult to leave the Slytherin common room standing.

Even if I left.

It was also difficult to deal with Snape and he had to return the portrait.

"My idea is, is there any way for me to turn myself into a Slytherin student, and then use Snape's voice to take away the portrait?"

“The most important thing is to be able to take it and leave.”

Hermione frowned, "Turning into a Slytherin student, wait... I have an idea."

She stood up and went to her bedroom. After a while, she came back with a book: "I saw it in the Complete Works of Modern Witchcraft Development."

"Look at this paragraph."

Harry and Ron leaned forward.

"…He is a Metamorphmagus, able to change his appearance and form at will, which makes him very successful in Auror activities…"

Hermione read the words again: "Harry, perhaps you could try to learn this magic called Metamorphmagus."

Harry shook his head. "It's innate. It can't be learned."

Hermione blushed and hurriedly closed the book. If Ron hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been hit on the finger.

"And even if I could learn it," Harry continued, "it's a spell of the same level as the Animagus spell, and I can't learn it in a short time."

Hermione sighed, a little disappointed: "Okay, let me think about it."

Thought about it for a while.

She stood up and said firmly, "We have to go to the library. We won't come up with any good ideas if we sit here."

"Come on, it's the weekend." Ron said reluctantly, "and it's late now."

Hermione looked at Harry.

"Tomorrow," Harry said, "You just got discharged from the hospital."

Hermione sat down obediently.

"Hermione, let me ask you a question. Do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?" Ron sat up straight and said in a serious tone.

Hermione was confused: "The Philosopher's Stone? I don't know... why are you asking?"

Ron said mysteriously: "The Philosopher's Stone might be hidden on the fourth floor."

"So what? That's a restricted area, we don't need to care what's in there." Hermione disagreed.

Ron lowered his voice: "Quirrel might be trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Who?" Hermione stared at Ron in astonishment.

Ron hurriedly pulled her sleeve and said, "Keep your voice down."

"Oh, no, I'm just surprised." Hermione also lowered her head and moved closer to Harry, "How could it be Professor Quirrell? Even if he is a professor, it shouldn't be Professor Snape..."

Harry rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Why do you have such a big misunderstanding about Professor Snape."

"It's true, Hermione."

"Dumbledore and I have confirmed it."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Ron: "Since the headmaster knows about it, it's not our concern. The most important thing right now is Harry's trial!"