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Somewhat beyond his own expectations, his confession of identity hadn't created distance between them. Glenn actually felt that Hermione seemed to cling to him even more.
"No matter what you've been through, you're Glenn. I like Glenn. That's all there is to it."
Glenn could sense that Hermione was using her own way to make him understand that she didn't care about his past.
But his future would definitely be accompanied by this kind-hearted little girl who liked to worry about others.
Taking this opportunity, Glenn simply told Hermione everything—including but not limited to his involvement in selling special potions in Knockturn Alley to earn Galleons, killing several troublemakers during this period to promote his shop's reputation and increase sales; entering the Forbidden Forest for combat training at night when he had nothing else to do, occasionally bringing Neville and Draco along, having explored most of the Forbidden Forest by now and eliminated all manner of dangerous creatures within; placing a device in Gilderoy Lockhart's body—the man he'd delivered to the Great Hall last year and who was ultimately imprisoned in Azkaban—designed to eliminate the bearer's life force at a certain moment, ensuring no loose ends...
Hermione was absolutely stunned. She immediately grabbed Glenn's ear and launched into a thorough scolding.
This guy had been a killer in his previous life, but how could he still be so murderous after becoming a child again?
Ah, but wait—one was to earn money to support their studies and entertainment, one was to train his abilities to better protect them, and one was to prevent a certain suspect's future revenge.
Never mind then.
Hermione was suddenly speechless, not knowing how to continue.
So her scolding ultimately came to nothing, though her hands had moved faster than her brain in grabbing Glenn's ear.
"...Then let's let bygones be bygones. Just remember to bring me along next time."
After holding back for a long time, Hermione carefully chose her words before stammering out her "reprimand."
She couldn't bring herself to scold him! These were clearly questionable things, but she somehow felt like there was nothing wrong with them—they all seemed like the right things to do...
This was bad. Her mission had failed before it even began. Hermione, who had intended to gradually and subtly change Glenn's cruel assassin mindset from his previous life through daily interactions, realized she had somehow been influenced by Glenn first.
Moreover, now that she could empathize with Glenn, she found it even harder to say anything critical.
First attempt at guiding Glenn: failed.
I'll go back and think of a strategy. I'll be back!
Releasing her grip on Glenn's ear, Hermione thought glumly.
"Grumble~"
A telltale sound emerged. Glenn first lowered his gaze to glance at Hermione's stomach, then looked back up, catching her large brown eyes that were trying to maintain composure while slightly avoiding his gaze.
"Let's go eat. We haven't had breakfast or lunch today, but even so, we shouldn't eat too much for dinner or your stomach will hurt."
Glenn made no comment about the little girl's rumbling stomach. He made this suggestion and proactively took Hermione's hand, walking toward the door.
Hermione smiled helplessly, her complex emotions returning to calm.
That's what I thought—Glenn is just Glenn.
...
From the current perspective, the first month of Glenn and Hermione's Hogwarts academic life this year had gone quite well—refreshingly ordinary and peaceful.
As mentioned above, the confession of secrets hadn't damaged their relationship. The two little ones studied when they should study, cuddled when they should cuddle, ate when they should eat, drank when they should drink, played when they should play, and slept when they should sleep. The only slight change in their daily routine was that they would set aside time each day for Hermione to inquire about and record what Glenn described as "things from the future."
Although Hermione currently had no ability to recreate these innovations, treating them as an expansion of her knowledge base was excellent and utterly fascinating content.
The bright and futuristic technologies were naturally captivating. As for the dark underbelly of the world that Hermione had never encountered, despite Glenn's objections, she had employed various girlish tactics—throwing tantrums, persistent pleading, soft coercion, and subtle probing—to learn quite a bit about related matters.
Setting aside Glenn's various lethal activities, Hermione was still quite amazed by some of the miraculous achievements in the technological dark side of Glenn's previous world.
"Even without magic, they could use scientific power to create short-term enhancement serums similar to magical potions, healing compounds, and even attempt genetic modification and optimization to create humans with superior abilities and constitution in all aspects..."
"It feels like science fiction..."
"In fact, before we entered the wizarding world, we also regarded magic as stories and imagination."
Glenn pointed out.
"Moreover, as far as I know, those achievements developed through scientific research were all built on countless sacrifices. For example, genetic optimization and pharmaceutical research were all based on human experimen—"
"Alright, that's enough. You don't need to say more. Let's skip this topic."
Hermione covered Glenn's mouth. She remembered all too clearly the experience of feeling nauseous all day after accidentally hearing Glenn discuss this topic previously.
Although it was called research for human progress, harming one's own kind was unforgivable under any circumstances.
Well, Glenn's case was unavoidable. Pass, pass.
Under this time arrangement, the two also celebrated their fourteenth birthdays.
Although Hermione was a bit hesitant about whether this birthday should count as Glenn's fourteenth or thirty-first, seeing Glenn's silly, dazed, and utterly adorable appearance (through Hermione's rose-tinted filter), she decided that from today onward, she would calculate based on Glenn's current life's age.
No matter how you looked at it, this guy was just an immature little kid!
Both mentally and facially.
Never mind about the body.
It was just that he was slightly different from ordinary people psychologically, but this was all perfectly acceptable.
Yes, yes, that's exactly how it was.
So Glenn silently watched the wonderfully expressive parade of emotions across Hermione's face while accompanying the little girl and their friends through their joyful birthday celebration.
The following days continued as usual.
The fear brought by Professor Trelawney's death prophecy on the first day of Divination class gradually faded with time and Professor McGonagall's dismissive mutterings. Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes maintained their consistently exceptional teaching quality, becoming even more engaging, vivid, and spectacular after he became familiar with the environment. The newly appointed Care of Magical Creatures professor Hagrid's classes were also praised by all the young wizards. Even though the gentle giant sometimes stumbled through his explanations due to nervousness, the young wizards were all understanding and encouraging. No problems arose in class, and his lessons allowed everyone to encounter magical creatures they wouldn't normally see. The tasks were manageable, so everyone genuinely loved them.
Of course, what remained depressingly unchanged was Harry's forced suffering under Snape's merciless persecution.
Today was another day of being Harry-chan~
Harry: ￥#%&@%*...
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