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

Regarding the gathering, Hermione said she would handle it.

John only needs to take the lead by joining the first recruits at the gathering on the day he goes to Hogsmeade.

However, he had already made plans with his brothers that day; it was their first time visiting Hogsmeade, and they were going to explore it together.

So he told Hermione to finish this quickly and then go shopping with his brothers.

To Hermione's surprise, she was very unhappy after hearing this.

As for the reason for his unhappiness, it seems to be because John's first experience at Hogsmeade wasn't with her...

"How are you feeling today?"

Morning, Great Hall of the People.

Titus went to Dean Eagle's desk early in the morning to chat with Ryan.

Because today is the day of the Quidditch team selection for their Eagles.

During this period, they often went to accompany Ryan to practice in the evenings.

So I'm very concerned about Ryan's condition.

John went there only occasionally, because he had to go to Hermione's place and also work for Professor Snape.

"Hmm... I feel good about myself..."

Ryan pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Okay, John, go bribe your school team captain and give Ryan a back door."

Titus nodded, then spoke to John.

"No, he's already feeling great, why would he need to use the back door?" John retorted.

"Just in case," Titus laughed.

"Alright, I'll use the Imperius Spell to control Captain in a bit, then let Ryan pass."

"No, no, thank you."

Ryan quickly waved his hand in refusal.

John: "You're welcome."

"..."

Ethan also spoke up from the side.

"Ryan should just play normally. I've seen other non-team members in our department practicing Quidditch recently, so they're probably signed up too."

"But their technology doesn't seem to be as good as Ryan's."

"I'm relieved to hear that, dear Sen," Ryan said, patting Ethan on the shoulder.

John, however, spoke with a worried expression.

"If even Ryan is considered lucky, then the future of Quidditch in our school is doomed..."

Ryan: ".....Fuck you..."

"You're so good at making sarcastic remarks!"

Titus delivered a precise elbow strike to John's waist.

Ouch—my kidneys are killing me...

Just as the two were playfully bickering, Luna also came to have breakfast.

Good morning, everyone.

"Oh no! Sister Luna, help me!"

"Good morning, Luna! Don't mind him!"

Luna was used to their daily banter and didn't show any change in expression, still wearing that dazed smile.

"Ryan, I heard you're going to participate in today's Quidditch selection. Good luck!"

"Don't worry! I will."

Ryan confidently patted his chest in acceptance of Luna's blessing.

"Oh right, Luna, what about that interview you mentioned last time?"

At this moment, Titus released John, moved directly to Luna's side, and asked with a grin.

"Yes, I've already spoken to Dad, and he'd be happy to interview you."

Luna blinked and said.

"Yay!"

The three cheered at the same time.

"So, when are we going to do the interview?" Titus asked shyly after the cheers subsided.

"have no idea."

But this time Luna shook her head very decisively.

"Uh..." The group was stunned.

"Dad didn't say."

Luna added, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You didn't ask?"

"without."

Luna shook her head as if it were perfectly natural.

"...Okay, I understand."

Titus rubbed his fleshy face and began to contemplate life like a wise man.

The interview I've been looking forward to for so long feels like it's going to take forever.

He was too embarrassed to urge Luna.

John didn't care.

He certainly didn't care.

......

Time quickly passed to 5 p.m.

After the last class, it was time to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch Ryan participate in the selection.

John even quit his job as Professor Snape.

But before that, he had to pick up Hermione.

I had invited her to come and watch today.

Titus and Ethan accompanied Ryan to the Quidditch pitch, while John jogged toward the courtyard where he had arranged to meet Hermione.

Although going directly to the Quidditch pitch to meet up is the same.

But this is a date!

It needs to be a ritual!

There's a saying that goes something like that.

If you love her, you won't find it troublesome.

If she loves you, she won't keep you waiting long.

Just like now, when he trotted over, Hermione was already standing in the sunlight with her hands behind her back, looking around expectantly at her Prince Charming.

The afternoon sunlight, like melting honey, flowed thickly and warmly over her hair.

Hermione.

John saw Hermione and waved to her with a smile.

Hermione also looked at John, her eyes brightening, a slight smile playing on her lips, and her fingertips subtly fiddling with the hem of her robe—these were natural actions she herself was unaware of.

"You're late, Mr. Merrick."

However, she immediately gave a haughty snort and said...

"Nonsense, we haven't set a time yet..."

John instinctively retorted with a sarcastic remark.

But before he could finish speaking, Hermione glared at him fiercely.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Miss Granger, I'm stuck in traffic."

John shrank back and quickly responded cooperatively.

"Pfft, idiot, what do you mean by blocking people?"

Upon hearing the strange word "John," Hermione, who was still trying to maintain a straight face, burst out laughing.

"I can't exactly say there's a traffic jam..." John said speechlessly.

"I don't care, I've been waiting for you here for a full three minutes."

Hearing Hermione's soft complaint, John gently moved closer to her, put his arm around her waist, and teased her.

"Really? People passing by must be so envious of me."

"After all, there's a Snow White waiting for me~"

Hermione's face flushed, and she awkwardly pushed John away, her ears turning a faint red: "W-what Snow White? Don't talk nonsense..."

Seeing Hermione's shy yet stubborn expression, John couldn't help but laugh.

"Laughing, laughing, still laughing? Let's go!"

Hermione couldn't stand John's blatant gaze any longer, so she turned her face away, grabbed his hand, and headed towards the Quidditch pitch.

John obediently let her lead him.

The two walked hand in hand to the Quidditch pitch under the gaze of countless people.

Here you are.

That's the significance of coming to pick her up in person.

It's like sending flowers; you can't just leave them at the destination and wait for the girl to see them.

For the flowers to have meaning, you must present them to her with a bouquet in your hands, amidst the gazes of countless people.