Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

The campsite becomes even more lively at night.

Fireworks soared into the sky every now and then, and in an open space, a roaring bonfire was lit.

There were also wizards who indiscriminately cast spells, but every single one of them was punished by the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic has gone to great lengths to manage this large community of wizards.

The Ministry of Magic employees they encountered all had dark circles under their eyes and looked exhausted.

It's worth noting that their camp was located within the camp of Ministry of Magic officials, thus enjoying a higher security rating and better facilities.

The party was quite a distance away, so it wouldn't disturb them.

Moreover, the people coming and going in the vicinity are all employees of the Ministry of Magic, or their family members.

This afternoon they even saw Minister Fouché, who was on an inspection tour.

However, Fudge did not notice them. Instead, he instructed his employees as he walked quickly toward the stadium.

Mr. Crow did not return until late at night. Titus said that there seemed to be temporary accommodations and shift rest areas prepared specifically for their employees, so that they could be on standby at any time.

So they don't need to worry about Mr. Crowley; they can eat, drink, and sleep as usual.

......

late at night.

In the boys' room, everyone was sprawled out on their backs, snoring all around.

Suddenly, Harry's body convulsed, and a throbbing pain shot through the scar on his forehead.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead soaked with cold sweat.

"Huff, huff..."

He was panting heavily, his fingers unconsciously pressing against the scar.

After a long while, the pain gradually subsided, leaving behind a cold, exhausted feeling like the tide.

"Why am I having nightmares again...?"

Harry was a little confused. Ever since he learned last semester that Pettigrew had been executed, he would occasionally dream of Pettigrew and a giant python slithering silently in the dark.

The strangest thing was that Little Pettigrew would always kneel before him, whispering things about himself...

At first, he thought it was because Little Pettigrew had haunted him after his death, or perhaps it was some kind of psychological suggestion that caused him to dream about him.

But gradually, he felt something was wrong, because he had dreamed about it twice last semester, then once during the summer vacation, and now it was happening again.

Moreover, in every dream, Little Star seems to be discussing with his dream "self" how to get closer to himself.

This feeling is strange.

Harry rolled over, feeling a bit annoyed, trying to fall asleep again.

However, he suddenly noticed that the lights in the tent living room were still on.

He quietly got up and lifted the curtain to look outside.

In the living room, John was sitting alone on the sofa, flipping through a book.

"Um?"

John, who was in the living room, noticed the commotion behind him, turned around, and saw Harry.

"Senior, you're still awake?"

"I should be asking you that question."

Seeing that John wasn't asleep, Harry decided to stay awake too, and went out to sit on another sofa next to him.

John smiled and began to speak.

"I was woken up by Ron and Titus's snoring."

"Ha, their snoring is really loud... Sigh, I just woke up from a nightmare."

Harry leaned back on the sofa, as if he were looking for someone to vent to, and complained helplessly.

"Nightmares? I sometimes have them too."

"Usually after waking up, I do something fun and give myself positive self-talk to help me forget the scary things. Maybe you can try it."

John said softly as he looked at his book.

"Thank you, but I feel like this nightmare is a little... different."

Harry sighed, unsure whether he should share it with John.

He had only mentioned the nightmares and the pain from the scars to Sirius.

However, Sirius simply told him to relax and not be too nervous, since Pettigrew was dead and he had even seen Pettigrew's body at the Ministry of Magic.

Harry also felt that he might be being too sensitive.

But he always felt a vague unease.

"All fear stems from insufficient firepower."

"Senior, why don't you turn your fear into motivation, practice your spells more, and learn more? When you're as strong as Dumbledore, you won't care about any monsters or demons; you can take them all down with a single spell."

"Then you won't have to be afraid of nightmares anymore."

John offered another suggestion, gesturing with the book in his hand as if to indicate that he was now learning.

Harry found this statement quite agreeable, since power is the most reliable shield against unknown fears.

Harry finally smiled and looked at John.

"Hermione's assessment of you is quite accurate."

"Oh? What did she say about me?"

Hearing Harry's words, John also became interested and asked curiously.

"She said you're a... uh, uh... I forgot."

"?"

A question mark appeared above John's head.

Harry wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He was about to mention Hermione's previous assessment of John, but before he could even open his mouth, he saw the curtain of Hermione's room behind John lifted slightly.

Hermione was staring at him with a death stare.

It seemed as if she would come out and tear Harry apart if he dared to continue speaking.

"...Haha, chatting with you has made me feel much better. I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too."

Harry stood up abruptly, chuckled dryly, and took a step back.

After saying that, he waved his hand vaguely and hurriedly retreated towards his room.

John was speechless as he watched Harry's retreating figure disappear.

There are two types of people I hate most in my life: those who only say half of what they mean, and those who...

Just then, John suddenly noticed a noise coming from the other side behind him.

Turning around, I saw Hermione in pink pajamas, her hair disheveled, standing there looking adorable.

Ah, now John knows why Harry suddenly ran away.

"John, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Hermione asked softly, pretending not to have heard anything, and walked out to sit with John.

John's nose twitched; Hermione always smelled wonderful.

"Yeah, I was woken up by their snoring, so I decided to come out and read a book."

"I see."

Hermione nodded; she had been awakened by Harry and John's conversation in the living room.

Because she vaguely heard someone mention her name, she quietly got up and went to the door.

Then, hearing Harry about to say something he shouldn't, he immediately stopped him with a look.

Thankfully, Harry didn't tell anyone, otherwise she wouldn't know how to face John.

After a moment of silence, Hermione peered at the book in John's hand again.

This book is Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis diary.

"You've already seen this far? You've learned everything from before?"

Hermione looked at the contents and blinked in surprise.

She was unaware of John's progress in Transfiguration recently, and thought he was still at the intermediate level.

I can't believe I'm almost finished watching this.

John nodded and said with a smile.

"Hmm, thanks to Professor McGonagall's intensive review of the basics last semester, I've been learning very quickly."

Hearing John's words, Hermione gave a soft hum and moved her face closer to John's.

He asked in a slightly displeased yet somewhat teasing tone.

"Is it all thanks to Professor McGonagall?"

John was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Of course not, it's also thanks to my beautiful, generous, smart, straightforward, considerate and kind senior sister who is a top student."

Hearing John's string of compliments...

Hermione blushed slightly and playfully slapped him.

"Glib-tongued."

Although she was reprimanding him, Hermione couldn't suppress a smile.

"I swear to God, I'm telling the truth."

John blinked and said sincerely.

"Hmph~ Alright, then let this senior sister teach you the rest of the content."

Hermione chuckled softly, leaned close to John's shoulder, and reached out to turn the page of the diary in John's hand.

Then she began to explain the key points and essentials to John.

John nodded, but his mind was elsewhere.

Mmm... Hermione smells so good.