Hermione held her chin in her hands and stared blankly ahead.
Crookshanks squatted aside, feeling that his master was not in a good mood, so he curled up like a compressed persimmon, trying to amuse her.
Hermione stretched out a finger, gently stroked Crookshanks' furry head, and laughed at herself:
"We really have the same problem. Neither of us is good-looking. No one wants you in the pet store, and I can't find a dance partner..."
"I don't agree with this statement. I just think you are very good-looking. Of course, your cat is indeed ugly."
A joking voice suddenly sounded in her ears. Hermione raised her head suddenly and said in surprise:
"Margaery? When did you come to Hogwarts?"
"An hour ago." Margaery walked into the room, looked up at the Ravenclaw secret room curiously, and asked:
"Why are you hiding here alone? Let me find you."
Hermione stood up, trotted to the corner, helped Margaery move a chair, and explained in a low voice:
"The Gryffindor lounge and library are too noisy. When I don't have classes these days, I come here to read."
Margery sat on a chair and asked doubtfully: "The library is also noisy?"
Hermione nodded. "After Krum came to Hogwarts, he often went to the library. Every time he came, he was followed by a group of girls. They were very noisy."
"Krum?" Margaery narrowed her eyes, "I remember the newspaper said that on the night of the Quidditch final, Rolf saved a Bulgarian Seeker, was he?"
"That's right." Hermione nodded: "Krum is still a student of Durmstrang."
"He is still a student?" Margery tutted: "Looking at his appearance, he seems to be almost forty years old. Is it because he has been repeating grades in Durmstrang because he plays games all year round?"
"That's not true. My roommate said that Krum is only eighteen years old, but he looks a little bit older." Hermione said.
"However, he is really not good-looking. Those girls only like him because he is famous!"
Margery smiled and said: "This sounds like you are talking about Luo Fu. He is so popular with girls because he is famous."
"No!" Hermione couldn't help but retorted: "Rolf is very good-looking, better-looking than most girls. He has good grades and strong magic power. He..."
Seeing Margaery staring at him with a half-smile, Hermione blushed slightly and stopped talking.
The corners of Margery's mouth curved into a charming arc, and she reached out to pick up a notebook on the table. After opening it, a line of small words appeared:
S.P.E.W. Member List.
The first line is Hermione's name, followed by the president, the second line is Rove and Shirley, labeled treasurer and secretary respectively, and then down is a list of names of ordinary members.
Margery flicked her fingers and a Galleung fell on the table.
"Hermione, I also join your S.P.E.W., this is the admission fee."
"Margaery, you don't have to pay." Hermione said quickly.
"Of course I have to give it to you. It can be considered a small organization to support you." Margery picked up Hermione's quill and added her name after Shirley. She said softly:
"But if I want to participate, I can't be an ordinary member. You have to arrange a position for me."
"What position do you want?"
"In Japan's magic school - the Magic Institute - there is a department called the Discipline Committee, which specializes in managing the school's style and discipline."
Margaery smiled and said: "You asked me to be the chairman of the S.P.E.W.'s Discipline Committee, specializing in managing members."
Hermione hesitated: "We are a very loose organization with no discipline or punishment."
"It's okay, as long as I can manage and punish Rolf." Margaery grinned and said, "I can think of the punishment myself."
"..."
Margaery stretched her legs, leaned back on the chair, and said lazily:
"Hermione, what did you say just now that no one wants you? Have you found a dance partner yet?"
"Um...no."
"Is it because I don't have a favorite dance partner?" Margaery said with a smile: "Or is it that the dance partner you want to invite has been invited by someone else?"
Hermione fell silent and lowered her head, feeling a little disappointed.
Margaery looked at the lost girl, touched her head, and said softly:
"Actually, I'm the same as you. My dance partner was snatched away by someone else, but I just took my revenge on that heartless man."
Hermione raised her head and widened her eyes: "How do you get revenge?"
"Give him a terrible potion, knock him down, and then I will put him..." Margaery stuck out her tongue, licked her sexy lips, and said:
"The following content is not suitable for children, so I won't tell you the details."
"..."
"Would you like to give it a try?" Margery stretched out her hand to tease the fat Crookshanks and asked, "I'll give you the potion, and you can take revenge on the guy who didn't become your dance partner."
"No." Hermione shook her head, "It is his freedom to be his dance partner, and there is nothing wrong with it..."
"He?" Margaery asked narrowly: "He? Who is it? Rolf?"
Hermione's face turned red when her thoughts were exposed. She lowered her head and kneaded the hem of her clothes and said, "Margaery, please stop using Legilimency to read my thoughts."
"I didn't." Margery smiled and said, "It's just the look in your eyes that betrayed you.
Okay, don't be sad, the unfaithful man I just took revenge on is Luo Fu, are you relieved now?"
"Rolph...is he okay?" Hermione asked nervously.
"He's doing very well." Margery said softly, "On the other hand, you seem to be in low spirits. It's just that Rolf has become Shirley's dance partner. Are you so sad?"
"I'm disappointed in myself." Hermione said in a low mood: "I've been hesitant and didn't dare to invite him..."
Margaery patted Hermione's fluffy hair and comforted her softly:
"So you have to work harder. Even if Rolf is Shirley's dance partner, you can still muster up the courage to ask him to dance at the dance."
"What you have to do now is to show your charm, instead of hiding here and not daring to see people. Rolf doesn't like girls who are not confident."
Hermione thought thoughtfully.
"Don't you still need a dance partner now?" Margaery said with a bad smile: "What do you think of me?"
"You?" Hermione's eyes widened.
"That's right." Margery stood up and said with a smile: "We will go to the dance together. We will dress up beautifully and attract the attention of everyone. This will make Luof regret it to death."
The more Margaery thought about it, the more excited she became. She reached out and gently lifted Hermione's chin, looked at her and said:
"I'll take you to the store to buy a new dress later."
Hermione hesitated and said: "I have bought a dress..."
"I've seen the clothes, they are too old-fashioned." Margaery shook her head and said dissatisfied:
"How can you be better than Shirley in that kind of dress, and how can you attract Ralph? Listen to me, you're right!"
Hermione nodded stupidly, feeling a little disappointed at first, but now she began to feel happy again.