Chapter 759: The Big Bad Wolf and the Little Lamb
Hermione had always prided herself on making well-thought-out decisions, so she rarely experienced regret.
For instance, back in her third year, she had been so overwhelmed with schoolwork that she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown—yet she had never once regretted taking all those subjects.
But today was different. Today, she regretted it so much that just thinking about it made her want to bang her head against the table.
"You really saw Hogwarts from a thousand years ago?" she asked, eyes wide. "And you even attended a class?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, directing his words more toward Ron. "I only sat through about ten minutes of it, though. I couldn’t understand a word he was saying."
Then he continued, "You know, the Fat Lady wasn’t there back then. Instead, there was a painting of a knight."
"Could it have been Sir Cadogan?" Ron asked.
"No, it was someone else," Harry said. "He was really tall, but I’ve never seen that painting anywhere in the castle before."
Watching the two of them casually chat about a painting only made Hermione more frustrated.
A thousand-year-old wizard, personally teaching a class—such a rare, invaluable opportunity! And Harry had wasted it... just to look at a painting?
She simply couldn’t understand it. The regret gnawed at her. Why hadn’t she said yes when Harry asked her to take his place last night?