Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Hermione Granger saw it out of the corner of her eye, at the junction of two corridors, a polished metal statue reflected gold and red light, like a flame pattern; in the blink of an eye, it just disappeared.

She stopped, froze for a moment, and almost walked away, but the fleeting light had a familiar feeling——

Hermione stepped forward to the statue, looking down the corridor from which the blinding light might have come.

She heard a faint phoenix call, a call, as if it came from far away.

Hermione started running.

She ran for some time; at every intersection she would stop, try to catch her breath, and then again see the flash of fire in a certain direction, or hear a distant call.If she hadn't been trained in the army, just running like this would have made her collapse from exhaustion.

She has never seen that phoenix.

Then she came to an intersection and there was nothing, no signs, she waited for a long few seconds, but she didn't hear the call, and she didn't see the fire, just when she started to feel sick and sad, wondering if it was all just When it was her imagination, she heard someone shouting.

Her footsteps quickly turned around the corner, and she understood the whole situation at a glance.Three tall boys in green-trimmed robes were turning around to look at her, and a shorter boy in yellow-trimmed robes was held by an invisible hand by one foot, hanging upside down in the air.

General Sunshine doesn't think at all, and people who need to stop and think are terrible at ambushes.

With her wand in her hand, she made a twirling motion of her fingers and said, "Sleep!" The strongest bully fell, the Hufflepuff boy fell to the ground with a thud, and the other two bullies started Aimed at her with her wand, and she said again, "Sleep!" Another big boy fell - and she fired at the one who aimed faster.

Unfortunately, casting two sleeping spells in succession like this was difficult even for her, so before she could cast the third, she—

The last bully yelled, "Armor for protection!" and a blue flash appeared around him.

If it was 24 hours ago, Hermione would have panicked, and the real shield spell would allow the male bully to cast a spell on her under the protection of the shield.

But now she—

"Damned!" the male bully yelled.

The red lightning that flew at her was horribly bright, brighter than any hex Harry's wand had ever cast.

Hermione dodged the lightning a little to the left, and the bully was far less accurate than Harry; it made her think that perhaps the bully and Professor Quirrell's army were distinct.

"Dizzy!" the male bully yelled again, "Disarm you! Dizzy!"

Anyway, she'd just now spent a good hour thinking about all the other spells she could cast on Harry and Neville—

"Lose legs and feet!" the male bully yelled, this is a curse that attacks in a range, and the invisible trajectory of the spell makes it difficult to dodge.Her knees suddenly became weak and she couldn't support her body anymore.At this time, with a roar, brighter red flames burst out, "Damned!"

She voluntarily fell to the ground and escaped the spell, at which point her mana had recovered enough to cast the next spell, which was—

"The slide is flat," said Hermione, pointing her wand at the floor.

"Oops," said the male bully, slipping and dropping his wand to the floor.

The charm of the armor body flickered and disappeared.

"Falling asleep," said Hermione.

Panting, she crawled over to the Hufflepuff boy, who was sitting up, moaning and rubbing the pain in his head when he fell headfirst to the ground.Hermione realized that it was a good thing he wasn't a Muggle, or his neck might have been broken.She hadn't thought of this before.

"Uh," said the boy.Had he been a girl, his hair color would have put him in the "brunette" category; his eyes were a regular brown, somehow fitting for Hufflepuff status.He didn't cry, but his face was a little pale.She estimated he was in the fourth grade, or maybe the third grade.

The brown eyes widened as they focused on her. "General Sunshine?"

"Well," she said, "it was (breathing) me." She decided that if the Hufflepuff boy dared to say that she was Harry Potter's love interest, he would die.

"Wow," said the Hufflepuff boy, "it's really - you just - I mean, I saw you on screen before Christmas, but - wow! I can't believe you What you just did!"

a pause.

I can't believe what I just did, thought Hermione Granger, suddenly feeling a little dizzy, must have been tired from running. "Sorry (breathe)," she said, "Can you (breathe) break the spell on my legs and feet?"

The boy nodded, stood up, and took his wand out of his robes; Hermione corrected his posture once before he managed to break the curse.

"My name is Michael Hopkins." After Hermione got up from the ground, the boy held out his hand, "in Hufflepuff, it is called Mike for short. There is no second Mike in Hufflepuff this year, can you believe it? ?[1]"

They shook hands, and Mike said, "Thank you anyway."

Hermione hadn't expected her to feel so happy, and it was no exaggeration to say that saving someone was the happiest feeling she had ever experienced in her life.

She turned to look at the bullies.

They were big, about 15 years old by what she estimated; and it dawned on her that the Hogwarts students who had signed up for all of Professor Quirrell's extracurricular activities had been taught by the worst professor ever for years. Compared with students, what a huge difference has been made.For example, being able to hit the target you're aiming at; or knowing that you should cast Quick Resuscitate on a downed ally during combat.And other things that Professor Quirrell said, such as that almost all battles in real life can be solved by surprise attacks, suddenly seemed much more reasonable to her.

Still panting, she looked back at Mike.

"Can you (breathe) believe it," said Hermione Granger, "five minutes ago I was (breathing) wondering how to be a (breathing) hero?"

Had she really thought that someone needed permission to be a hero, or that a hero would sit and wait for someone else to do it?It's really simple, you just go where the evil is, and that's the only thing you need to do to be a hero.She should have remembered, shouldn't have needed the Phoenix to tell her, that right here, at Hogwarts, sometimes bad things happen.

Then Hermione looked back nervously at the three unconscious senior boys, realizing they'd seen her, maybe knew who she was, might be sneaking after her, attacking when she wasn't looking--and really hurt her—

Hermione stopped.

She thought of Harry Potter walking among five Slytherin bullies on his first day at school without even knowing how to use a wand.

She thought of what the headmaster had said that one grows up in an adult situation, and that most people live in the fear that limits them.

She also thought of Professor McGonagall's voice, saying, 'You're only 12 years old. '

Hermione took a deep breath, once, twice, three times.

She asked Mike if he needed to go to Madam Pomfrey's infirmary, and he said no; she asked him the names of the Slytherin boys, just in case.

Then Hermione Granger walked away from the unconscious bunch of bullies, determined to keep a smile on her face.

She knew she might be hurt sooner or later.But you can't be a hero if you're afraid to do the right thing because you're afraid of getting hurt, it's that simple; if you put the sorting hat on her head at that moment, it doesn't take a second Shout out 'Gryffindor! '

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She was still thinking about it as she went downstairs to dinner, and the excitement of saving lives still persisted, making her wonder if it had messed something up in her brain.

When she approached the Ravenclaw table, there was a sudden whispering, and Hermione first wondered if the Hufflepuff boy had already told everyone about it, and then remembered that the whisperings might not be Because of that.

She sat down opposite Harry Potter, who looked terribly nervous, perhaps because she was still laughing.

"Er—" Harry said as she got herself fresh toast, butter, cinnamon, completely ignoring fruit and vegetables, and three brownie square cakes, "er—"

She ignored him, poured a glass of grapefruit juice, and said, "I have a question for you, Mr. Potter. Do you think a person can't be the real self, why?"

"What?" said Harry.

She looks at him. "Just act like nothing happened," she said. "What you said yesterday, say now."

"Uh..." Harry replied with a very confused and worried expression, "I think we are who we are...I'm not an imperfect copy of someone else. But if you go along with the question, I'd say, A person can't be who they really are because they take in all kinds of crazy stuff from their environment and give it to others as their own opinion. I mean, how many people play Quidditch if they have to design their own games Would you play such a game? Or, back in Muggle Britain, how many people in the Labor Party, Conservative Party, or Liberal Democrats would form exactly the same set of political beliefs if they had to come up with all their political views themselves?"

Hermione thought about it.She was wondering if Harry would say something about Slytherin or even Gryffindor, but this answer didn't seem to be on the headmaster's list; this made Hermione realize that there might be more than one opinion on this issue. Four kinds.

"Okay," said Hermione, "change the question. What makes a man a hero?"

"Hero?" said Harry.

"Yeah," said Hermione.

"Ah..." said Harry.He was nervously cutting a piece of steak with a knife and fork, getting smaller and smaller, "I think many people can accomplish some things with external guidance... For example, if other people have such expectations of you, or it Only use techniques you already know, or have superiors overseeing, correcting your mistakes, and watching you get the job done. But you know, most of these types of problems have already been solved, and there is no need for heroes. So I think Well, not many people are called 'heroes' because heroes have to forge their own way to accomplish their mission, and most people don't feel comfortable with that. What do you ask?" Harry picked up three thin sticks with his fork. shredded steak and put it in your mouth.

"Oh, I just knocked out three senior Slytherin bullies and saved a Hufflepuff," said Hermione. "I'm going to be a hero."

When Harry recovered from his cough (and there were quite a few Ravenclaws coughing nearby), he asked, "What?"

Hermione told the story, and even as she told it, the story was already whispering in waves. (She didn't say the part about the phoenix because it seemed to be a private matter between them. Hermione, in retrospect, was a little surprised that the phoenix would show up for someone who wanted to be a hero; Selfishness; but maybe the phoenix doesn't care, what matters to it is that you are willing to help others.)

When she had finished, Harry stared at her across the table without saying a word.

"I apologize for my earlier behavior," Hermione said while sipping grapefruit juice, "I should have thought that my charms are still a lot better than yours, so your defense is better than mine." it's okay."

"Please make sure you don't misunderstand," said Harry.His expression was very dignified, like an adult. "But are you sure this is really you and not, frankly, me?"

"I'm pretty sure," said Hermione, "my name is pretty much 'Heroine,' in the end, with an extra 'm' that I didn't notice until today."[2]

"Being a hero isn't just fun and games," Harry said. "That's not what real heroes are. The kind of heroes that adults have to be. It's not going to be that simple."

"I know," said Hermione.

"It's going to be hard, it's painful, you have to make decisions without any good answers—"

"I know, Harry, I've read those books too."

"No," said Harry, "you don't understand, and even if the book warns you, you can't really understand until—"

"But it didn't change your mind," said Hermione, "it didn't change your mind at all. I bet you didn't even think about not being a hero because of it. So why do you think it's going to change me What's your idea?"

a pause.

Suddenly a wide smile lit up on Harry's face, very bright and boyish, just as serious and mature as the frown he had just been; and they were on good terms again.

"It's going to be messed up after all," said Harry, still grinning happily. "You know that, don't you?"

"Oh, I know," said Hermione.She took another bite of toast. "That reminds me, Dumbledore refuses to be my mysterious old wizard, can I write somewhere to get another one?"

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aftermath:

"...Professor Flitwick said her resolve seemed unshakable," Minerva said in a tight voice, glaring at the silver-bearded old wizard who had caused the situation.Albus Dumbledore just sat in silence, listening to her with a distant look of sadness in his eyes. "Professor Flitwick threatened to transfer her to Gryffindor, but Miss Granger, without batting an eye, said that if she had to go, she would take all the books with her." Hermione G. Lan Jie is determined to be a hero, and no one will listen to her. I suspect that even if you try to push her down this road, the result will be nothing more than—”

It took Minerva's brain a full five seconds to react.

"Albus!" she screamed.

"My dear," said the old wizard, "when you meet your No. 30 or so heroes, you realize that their reactions to certain things are very predictable; , or it’s not a hero’s life, or it’s not fun to be a hero; if you want to be very sure, tell them all three. But,” he sighed softly, “don’t be too blatant, or you will be punished. Your vice-principal catches."

"Albus," Minerva said, her voice tightening even more, "in case she gets hurt, I swear this time I'll—"

"She's going to get this sooner or later," said Albus, still with distant sadness in his eyes. "A man who is destined to be a hero will not heed our warnings, Minerva, no matter how hard we try." It didn't help either. Given that, it would be good for Harry if Miss Granger didn't fall too far behind." Albus conjured out of nowhere an open tin, containing some small yellow Sugar cubes; she'd never figured out where the tin had been, nor had she sensed that he had used magic. "Lemon drops?"

"She's only 12, Albus!"

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Aftermath:

Outside the window, where the evening twilight was barely visible, fish swam in the black water; as they swam near the Slytherin common room, they were illuminated by the bright light of the room; disappeared into the darkness again.

Daphne Greengrass was sitting on a comfortable black leather sofa, with her head buried in her hands, her whole body exuded a golden light, and bright white sparks flickered around her.

She was ready to be laughed at for liking Neville Longbottom.She had expected to hear a lot of wisecracks about Hufflepuffs.On the way back to the Slytherin dungeon, she had already thought of many clever responses.

She had been secretly expecting to be laughed at for liking Neville Longbottom.Being made fun of for things like that means you've grown up and are a real girl.

In the end, no one thought that she challenged Neville in the oldest duel because she liked him.She thought it was obvious, but otherwise, no one seemed to think about it.

It's always the jinx you don't see that hits you.

She should have called herself Daphne of the Sun, as much as Neville of Chaos.Or like Sunshine Ron, Sunshine Daphne would do.Anything but Greengrass who belongs to the sun.

Green grass that belongs to the sun. [3]

From this, the green grass and the blue sky that belong to the sun are derived.

Then someone added snow-covered mountain tops and small animals playing in the woods.

Her current title is Shiny Unicorn Princess from the noble and oldest family of Shiny Papa.

Then some damn [-]th grade girl cast a shiny spell on her, she didn't know there were shiny spells before, and spellstop didn't work, and she already begged friends she thought were hers to help the senior girl at the time (she was clearly mistaken at this point), and she also threatened the girl who cast the spell, saying that her father would launch a terrible political attack on her, but Daphne Greengrass still sat in the Slater In Lin's common room, with her head buried in her hands, shining dazzlingly, she wondered how she was the only sane person in Hogwarts.

It was past dinnertime, and they were still making fun of her, and if they did that tomorrow, she would transfer to Durmstrang and become the next Dark Queen.

"Hey, folks!" said the Carlo twins dramatically, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet. "Have you heard? The Wizengamot recently ruled that 'show me what you're capable of' is Among the legitimate challenges you must fight until your challenger lies down and sleeps!"

"How dare you insult the honor of the shiny unicorn princess!" Tracy yelled, "Show me what you're capable of!" and Tracy collapsed on the couch, snoring loudly.

Daphne buried her shiny head deeper in glowing hands. "When my family comes to power, I'm going to cast the curse of invulnerability on all of you, and then send you to the sea with the Floo net," she said without targeting anyone, "You all don't care ,right?"

Knock-knock, knock-knock-knock, knock.

Daphne raised her head in surprise; this is the secret signal of the Sunshine Corps——

"I'm knocking!" cried Mr. Gower. "Knocking!"

"Show me what you're capable of, door!" shouted a senior boy by the door, pulling the door open.

A moment of complete surprise.

"I've come to speak to Miss Greengrass," said General Sunshine, as if trying to appear as confident as possible. "Can someone—"

Judging from Hermione's expression, she hadn't noticed Daphne was shining until now.

Just then, Millicent Burst rushed up from the dormitory downstairs, yelling, "Hey guys, guess what, now Granger's gone and beat up Derek and the rest of his gang. After a while, his father wrote him that if he didn't—"

Then Millicent saw Hermione standing at the door.

There was a very great silence.

"Uh," Daphne said.What?said her brain. "Well, what are you doing here, General?"

"Well," said Hermione Granger with an odd smile, "I decided it wouldn't be fair if the mysterious old wizard gave some people the chance to be heroes and not others. Yeah, and I've read history books, and there are very, very few heroines in them. So I wanted to come over and ask you if you want to be a hero. Why are you so shiny?"

Another moment of silence.

"Ask me that question now," said Daphne, "I'm afraid it's not the time—"

"I'm joining!" Tracy Davis yelled, jumping off the couch.

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And thus, the Society for the Advancement of Equal Rights for Witch Heroes (SPHEW) was born. [4]

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[1] Mike (Michael, nicknamed Mike) is a very common name in English-speaking countries, and it is very common to have the same name; there is only one person named Mike in the entire Hufflepuff, which is a small probability event.

[2] My name is almost Heroine, just with an extra 'm': here it means Hermione's English spelling is very similar to Heroine's (Heroine).

[3] Green grass that belongs to the sun: Daphne Greengrass' surname is Greegrass, which means "green grass" in English.

[4] SPHEW (Society for the Promotion of Heroic Equality for Witches): Here is the Society for the Promotion of Heroic Equality for Witches (SPEW, Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare) established by Hermione in the original book