Hermione continued to smile knowingly as she said "Ooh! Good Witch, you say?" She got up and walked around him while she mused aloud, "I really must have a bad memory! Did you speak up at my so-called trial? Oh NO! You were sitting up high in the stands sitting mute like a vegetable. I begged! I pleaded! I looked around, and no one batted an eye! Each and every one of you bloody hypocrites! I saved Harry countless times! I saved your filthy whore of a sister! It was I who found that it was a Basilisk hunting students! Without my knowledge and my help, Hogwarts would have been shut down and Your fucking savior would have been killed more times than his corpse could have handled. YOU all condemned me to ROT and wither away in Azkaban! Yet YOU have the balls to tell me that I should be a Good Witch? WHY?" she finished with venom dripping each word, suddenly smirking in a hushed whisper near his left ear as she stopped behind him, "Well, reality check! I'm a very, very, VERY BAD WITCH!"