flawed idea, instead of realizing that idea-suggesting is good behavior by your brain to be encouraged, pretty soon you won't think of any ideas at all." Harry put down two heart-shaped chocolates beside the book. "Here, have another chocolate. Besides the one from earlier, I mean. This one is to reinforce your brain for generating a good candidate strategy."
"I suppose you're right," Hermione said in a small voice, but she didn't touch the chocolate. She started to turn the pages back to 167, where she'd been reading before Harry had come in.
(Hermione Granger did not require
Harry was leaning over slightly, his head almost touching her shoulder, watching the pages as she turned them, as though he might be able to glean valuable information from glimpsing the page for only a quarter-second. Breakfast hadn't been long ago, and she could clearly identify, from the faint scent of his breath, that Harry'd eaten banana pudding for dessert.
Harry spoke again. "So with all that said... and please take this as a positive reinforcement... did you really try to invent a way to
"Yes," she said in an even smaller voice. Even when she
Harry made a disgusted face. "Trying to collect evidence on the whole 'Who Framed Hermione Granger' mystery."
"I..." Hermione looked up at Harry. "Shouldn't I... be trying to solve my
"That wouldn't work in this case," Harry said soberly. "There's too many people who'll talk to me and not you... and I'm also sorry to say that some of them made me promise not to talk to anyone else. Sorry, I don't think you can help much on this one."
"Okay, I guess," Hermione said leadenly. "Fine. You do everything. You gather all the clues and talk to all the suspects while I just sit here in the library. Let me know after it turns out that it was Professor Quirrell who did it."
"Hermione..." Harry said. "Why is it so important
"I guess you're right," Hermione said. She lifted her hands to press up at her eyes. "I guess it doesn't matter any more. Everyone's going to think - I
"Whoa, whoa, hold on there a second -"
"I can't scare Dementors. I can get Outstandings in Charms class, but I can't scare Dementors."
"
"I don't know," she said, pressing her hands again over her eyes, with her voice wavering. "All I know is - even if that's all
"All right," Harry said after a while. "I see what you mean. Instead of the famous Potter-and-Granger research team, there'll be Harry Potter and his lab assistant. Um... here's an idea. How about if I
The thought of Harry relying on
"Is there some amazing rational thing you do when your mind's running in all different directions?" she managed.
"My own approach is usually to identify the different desires, give them names, conceive of them as separate individuals, and let them argue it out inside my head. So far the main persistent ones are my Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin sides, my Inner Critic, and my simulated copies of you, Neville, Draco, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Quirrell, Dad, Mum, Richard Feynman, and Douglas Hofstadter."
Hermione considered trying this before her Common Sense warned that it might be a dangerous sort of thing to pretend. "There's a copy of
"Of course there is!" Harry said. The boy suddenly looked a bit more vulnerable. "You mean there
There
"It's rather unnerving now that I think about it," said Hermione. "I do have a copy of you living in my head. It's talking to me right now using your voice, arguing how this is perfectly normal."
"Good," Harry said seriously. "I mean, I don't see how people could be friends without that."
She continued reading her book, then, Harry seeming content to watch the pages over her shoulder.