Boot Camp (Fanfiction)

Fool

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Hermione checked every cubicle in the tower restroom and managed to finish it in no time. Though she is irritated because Ron ruined her one of a kind research about Wizards and Witches for her dark art class. By accidentally turning it into ashes.

'Isn't Ron so great?'

She wasted two nights just to 'Wow' the poker face of professor Snape using her spectacular research but thanks to Ron, it won't happen today.

Mad is an understatement for her, loath is the right word.

If wasn't for Harry who stopped her by casting spells, Ronald Westley will be looking for prunes or playing with the pigs or perhaps... He will be a roasted pig on a stick together with his rat.

But apparently, she decided to leave Ron for a while and save her research first. And by saving it means, she will go back in time.

She can't afford to earn a passing grade in her dark art class or lose a point for Gryffindor. No, Hermoine Granger, won't allow it. A Granger is an all-knowing smart ass bitch rather witch. And she knows clearly what to do. So Ron will be in human form for quite a while.

But it will depend on her travel outcomes.

Sighing in relief when no one is there. She immediately grabs her necklace and twists the round pendant.

As the pendant continues to twists, Hermoine surroundings rapidly change from sunrise to dawn and eventually, it becomes sunrise again. However, there is something else that Hermoine didn't realize when she twists the pendant.

'Even the smartest can do mistakes though.'

She then stopped the pendant and rushed to the living room of the Gryffindor where Ron and Harry practising their spells, however when Hermoine opens the door someone else is standing in the middle of the room.

A tall man with long white hair in a white robe opens his eyes. His white brows furrowed while scanning the pretty curly lady who all of a sudden disturbed his meditation on his crystal ball with a burning eye on it.

'Who are you?'

'You are the one who intrudes my Isengard, and now you are asking me who I am?' his eyebrows form in a straight line when he suddenly thinks about someone.

'Does Gandalf the Grey sent you here?' He immediately covers the crystal ball using a cloth and secretly grabbed his staff.

'Gandalf what? And what do you mean Isengard?' Hermione walked further into the room yelling for Ron and Harry's name while the old man in the white robe following her every movement using his keen eyes.

Eventually, after seconds of searches, Hermione suddenly stopped when she got a view from the outside. She examined the scenery and her eyes automatically widen. She then realised something wasn't right, she slowly walked backwards away from the window while looking at the vast forest with walking trees.

'That isn't the forbidden forest...'

'Forbidden?' The man laughed sarcastically and turned his sharp eyes outside.

'Fangorn forest is just a bunch of old bushes waiting to burn down by the orcs for the greater glory of the return of the Dark Lord Sauron'

Hearing the word dark lord, Hermoine immediately raise her guard, creating her space and fishing out her wand at the same time.

'Dark Lord... You mean Voldemort.'

'Who's Voldemort?—' Hermoine's wand fell on the ground and the man in white robe stared on it.

Hermoine's heart drums inside while looking at the emotionless face of the man. The tension in the air is thickened, sweats are forming on her forehead until the old man used his staff and Hermoine's wand fly towards her that she catches.

'Don't you dare leave your trash inside my sacred Isengard! You foolish human!'

Hermione is obviously startled, she's a bit confused but later she decided to composed herself again.

'Aren't you working for the dark lord Voldemort?'

'There is no other dark lord aside from the first dark Lord Morgoth and Dark Lord Sauron. Who is this imprudent Voldemort you referring as a dark lord that I am, Saruman the White working for him?'

'You are Saruman the White—-'

Saruman pointed his staff at Hermoine while the girl immediately raised her both hands.

'How you managed to hide from the keen eyes and sharp noses of the orcs outside young lady?'

The old man examines Hermoine's face for a second, searching for any slightest mischief or lies but he finds none.

'My name is Hermoine Granger, Saruman the White, and I guess there is something wrong with the noses and eyes of your orcs. Why would I easily sneak into your tower if they're using it?'

Saruman eyes briefly changed but it just lasted a second before it becomes sharper than before.

'And it will never happen again—'

'I am here to prove if you are truly working to Voldemort! He is spreading rumours about a great white wizard helping him to be a dark lord!'

A brief moment of silence succumbed them both until Saruman took away his staff and jubilantly laughed at Hermione for the third time.

'Humans are fools. They don't have anything else to do than fooling each other until they found a greater fool to follow them into damnation. You had been fooled and you are the greater fool among the fools.'

Saruman turned around, still laughing and this is a good chance for Hermoine to escape. However, someone pride has been stepped in and her beautiful amber eyes are burning in anger.

'That's why I came here to ask the white wizard personally. I want to know the truth and I want to serve the rightful dark lord who is worthy of my service.'

'Worthy? Of your service? What does a mere fool can do besides being fooled by a—'

'Wingardium Leviosa'

Saruman becomes silent when his staff floats in the air and slowly going higher and higher while twisting around like a wheel.

'Never heard such spell before, even Lady Galadriel or Gandalf never spoke such words or Elrond. What kind of magic are you using, lady?'

'I told you my name, use it. Well, you can find the levitation charm on the book of spells in the library of Hogwarts.'

'Hogwarts?'

'Yes, The school of witchcraft and wizardry. But it doesn't matter, I heard a great white wizard is better than a school, so I come to personally meet him to be one of his apprentices.'

'I thought you came here to prove if---'

'Can't I have two reasons or more? I thought the white wizards are always wise?'

'I know what you trying to do lady, but just because you can float objects, you think it will set you apart from being a--'

'BORBARDA!'

The floating staff a while ago is now pieces apart after an explosion that makes Saruman eyes wider than before.

'Who said floating is all I know? The lesson from a fool, never get fooled by the enemy, and what do you call a wizard without a staff? Ah right. A fool!'

Hermione smiled.

'Oh, look! I messed around your sacred Isengard.'

Then she disappeared into thin air after twisting her necklace.

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