The autumn day at Hogwarts was sunny and cool. The leaves on the trees around the castle had already started turning golden-red. Hermione, after leaving the classroom, walked down the long corridor, glancing out the windows at the changing scenery. As usual, she was alone, muttering something under her breath. Probably repeating some spell learned in the last lesson.
Suddenly, around the next corner, she saw the tall figure of Professor Albus Dumbledore—the headmaster of Hogwarts. He also ran the Relicium Club, which Hermione was interested in. The professor was moving slowly, thoughtfully stroking his beard. His distant gaze showed he was deep in thought.
Hermione stopped, unsure. She wanted to join Dumbledore's club but hadn't had the chance to sign up yet. And now, she wasn't sure if she should interrupt the headmaster's thoughts for her small request.
While Hermione stood there, pondering, Dumbledore slowly walked away from her. 'Just a little longer and it will be too late!' she decided, realizing that the next chance to speak with the headmaster might not come soon. She rushed toward him and, catching up, quickly and excitedly blurted out:
"Hi-prof-Dambl-do! I-hear-you-run-the-relicub-tha-studies-amuls-is-tha-right?"
The result was far from perfect. In her nervousness, the words jumbled together, and even she wasn't sure what exactly had come out of her mouth. Apparently, the headmaster was equally puzzled by what he heard. He stopped and, with a look of confusion, turned his gaze to Hermione, trying to make sense of what she had just said before asking:
"Hmm... sorry, my hearing isn't what it used to be. Could you repeat your question?"
The professor's friendly tone calmed Hermione down a bit, and still nervous but more clearly and slowly, she said:
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore! I heard that you run the Relicium Club, which studies amulets. Is that right?"
Dumbledore stopped and looked with interest at the student who held him up. Recognition flickered in his eyes, and he asked:
"Miss Granger, if I'm not mistaken?"
He looked at Hermione expectantly. A bit surprised that the headmaster knew who she was, she nodded:
"Yes, that's me."
"I've heard a lot about you!" he said with a smile. "Professor McGonagall keeps talking about your amazing academic achievements. It seems you've managed to impress one of our strictest teachers."
Hermione blushed at the praise. It was nice to know that the headmaster himself had heard about her.
"Maybe...," she replied, a bit embarrassed.
Dumbledore gave an encouraging smile and continued:
"As for the club, yes, I do run it. Why do you ask?"
"I would like to join the club," Hermione said, looking straight into his eyes.
"Ah... I'm afraid there's a small problem with that," the professor said thoughtfully. "I usually don't accept first-years because you need a fairly extensive knowledge of the magical world, especially about magical materials."
Hermione looked visibly disappointed but still asked hopefully:
"Maybe I can learn everything if you tell me what I need to study?"
The headmaster looked at Hermione carefully, thought for a moment, and said:
"Well... in your case, it might be possible to make an exception."
He paused, as if assessing Hermione, then, seemingly reaching a conclusion, added:
"Alright, I'll make a list of the necessary literature for you and pass it through Professor McGonagall. The first club meeting should be in two or three weeks. I'll let you know the exact time once I finalize the details. By then, you'll need to be familiar with all the materials. Good luck, Miss Granger!"
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Hermione Granger and Sky Vortex
FanfictionEver wondered what really happened during Hermione Granger's first year at Hogwarts? Yes, she studied tirelessly and became entangled in the perils of the Dark Lord's return. But another story was unfolding-one far less obvious and much more persona...
