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

"Severus! John is just a child! How could you hit him so hard!"

At the university hospital, Professor McGonagall stood with her hands on her hips beside Snape's bedside, lecturing him.

Snape lay on the bed, utterly dejected, staring at the ceiling, and said indifferently.

"The child you're talking about has beaten me so badly I can't get out of bed..."

"Uh... this..."

Professor McGonagall choked halfway through her lecture, glancing awkwardly at Snape, who was wrapped in bandages, and then at John, who was already showing off his meals in the next bed.

For a moment, I didn't know where to begin.

Because Snape's Shadowless Blade, which harmed John, had a counter-curse.

After Snape was taken to the school hospital for basic first aid, the curse on John was lifted, stopping the wound from tearing open.

It also healed those horrific lacerations.

So right now he's just a little anemic and weak; he's not nearly as badly injured as Snape.

But it's no wonder Professor McGonagall said that about him.

When John was brought to the school hospital, he was covered in blood, with bloodstains all over the floor, which terrified the students who were passing by.

They thought something dangerous had happened at Hogwarts again.

This duel appears to be a draw.

In reality, John lost.

Although Snape was temporarily rendered incapacitated by that blow, he was not killed on the spot.

If John's wound is not treated in time, he will eventually die from excessive blood loss.

Of course, if John had replaced the steel balls with more lethal projectiles, or even shot them directly at the head, the outcome would have been uncertain.

"It's alright, Professor McGonagall. I forgive Professor Snape. Hahaha."

John, who was standing to the side, waved his hand magnanimously and laughed heartily when he heard Professor McGonagall stand up for him.

Professor Snape turned his head to look at John, his eyes seeming to kill.

"Merrick, while I'm gone, you'd better get rid of all the potions in the workshop."

Professor Snape spoke coldly.

"Ugh... ouch... I suddenly have a terrible headache, I feel like I'll be in bed for another week..."

Upon hearing this, John immediately flopped onto the bed, pulled the blanket over half his face, leaving only his darting eyes showing.

Professor McGonagall was speechless.

John seems to be recovering quite well...

Snape was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore; all he wanted to do now was lie down and rest.

Although Mrs. Pomfrey had already repaired his bones and treated his skin.

However, the newly repaired bone is still very fragile and needs to rest for a day.

It just so happens to be the weekend, so he can get a good night's sleep.

However, he was destined to have trouble sleeping.

Professor McGonagall had just left when Professor Flitwick arrived upon hearing the news.

After all, John is the darling of their college.

Of course, we had to stand up for John.

......

As for the outside world, it's all over the news now.

It is said that John and Professor Snape fought to the death under the guise of a duel.

The fight was extremely fierce; the entire corridor was covered in blood.

In short, the more it was spread, the more outrageous it became.

Harry also searched the entire castle for Hermione, hoping to tell her the real story.

Hermione, who had spent the entire morning in the forbidden section, was nowhere to be found by Harry no matter how hard he looked.

Hermione was terrified when she heard the rumor as soon as she came out of the restricted area and immediately ran to the school hospital.

But when she rushed to the school hospital, she saw John sitting on the bed, playing cards with Titus and a few others who had also come to visit him.

"Hmm? Hermione, you're here."

John saw the person who had arrived and immediately called out happily.

"John, are you alright?"

Hermione quickly came to John, her eyes red and worried as she examined his hand.

It seems they were indeed frightened by the rumors just now.

"Ha, Snape is nothing, he can't hurt me!"

John grinned and said proudly, hands on his hips.

"Really? I hope you'll say that next time..."

Professor Snape, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke coldly.

"..."

John's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the playing cards.

No, why are you closing your eyes if you're not asleep?

Hermione glanced at Snape lying dead, then at John, who was completely unharmed.

I have a feeling the rumors are all over the place; Professor Snape seems more like the one who's about to be beaten to death...

Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she noticed a laundry basket not far away containing a tattered school uniform stained black and red with blood.

"Senior, you have no idea. When we arrived just now, John was wearing those tattered clothes and covered in blood. It was absolutely terrifying."

As Titus spoke, he took the blood-stained old robe out of the basket and shook it.

The bloodstains were shocking to behold.

"It was Ryan who ran back to the dorm to bring him a new set of clothes before he changed out of them."

Hearing this, Hermione could imagine just how badly John must have been injured to bleed so much.

Thinking of this, and then looking at John's bloodless face, she felt a pang of heartache and anger.

"Professor Snape! How could you hit John so hard!"

Hermione called out directly to Professor Snape in the next bed.

Snape: "..."

He felt very tired.

I'm so tired of hearing that today.

When she received the wounded, Mrs. Pomfrey recounted the incident.

Professor McGonagall mentioned it once when she came, and Professor Flitwick also mentioned it once.

When those kids arrived, they whispered it over and over again.

Now John's girlfriend is telling the same story again.

Can't they see that their situation is even worse now?

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and simply uttered two words.

"Shut up."

This infuriated Hermione, and she was about to continue her attack when John quickly pulled her back.

"Garlic birds, garlic birds, life isn't easy for anyone."

Hermione then gave up.

However, he then turned around and reprimanded John.

"You too! What are you trying to prove!"

"I told you not to mess with Snape, but you wouldn't listen."

John could only nod and bow obsequiously, not daring to refute.

Hermione's eyes were red and swollen; she was clearly very anxious.

Snape, who had been in a bad mood all morning, finally heard someone reprimanding John, and a slight smile crept onto his lips.

But Hermione continued speaking the next second.

"What good can come of being with him?"

Snape: "..."