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

John finally understood why Hermione had insisted on dragging him along to make up the numbers.

Although I didn't lie to him, I really didn't need him to be a teacher.

However, they placed him in a position even more important than that of a teacher.

What a cunning woman, Hermione!

The conversation continued.

"Then why should we attend this training gathering of yours?"

Another student spoke up to question it.

"Of course, it's because the mysterious man has been resurrected."

"We need to have the ability to deal with danger."

Hermione answered again.

"But no one has ever seen the mysterious man."

"Harry has seen him."

"Where's the evidence?"

Faced with the aggressive questioning, Hermione was momentarily speechless and didn't know how to answer.

"Evidence? Go to the hall of the Ministry of Magic right now and curse Voldemort a few times, and I'm sure someone will invite you to see him right away."

"I just don't know if you dare."

Seeing Hermione's discomfiture, John, who was standing next to her, also spoke up with a smile.

The room fell silent after he said that.

The name Voldemort carries a certain fear in their hearts.

The man frowned, but continued to argue.

"Sophistry, your argument is completely unconvincing and still cannot prove the return of the mysterious man."

John nodded without denying it, and then stood up and spoke again.

"Alright, let's not talk about Voldemort then, let's just talk about the gathering."

"This gathering is supposed to help everyone become stronger and resist unknown dangers."

"In reality, it's an organization that trains in spell enhancement."

As he spoke, John pulled out his wand.

With a casual wave of his hand, a giant silver guardian eagle appeared behind him.

Apart from Hermione, everyone else was surprised to see the materialized Patronus behind him.

Because a physical guardian deity is a recognized symbol of high-level magical ability, and it also proves the pure and fervent will to protect in the heart of the possessor.

"You can learn real, usable spells here, and practical combat skills that Umbridge won't teach you."

"If you are simply interested in learning and becoming better, then you can join us."

"We did not organize this rally so that you would overthrow or defeat anyone."

"It's simply to give everyone more power to protect themselves."

John's highly inspiring speech, coupled with the guardian deity radiating divine light behind him, instantly uplifted everyone present.

Upon closer reflection, that's indeed the case.

This is a choice with no downsides and all benefits.

They can learn some truly useful spells for free, but if something really happens, they won't be on the front lines.

Just like John said, it's simply about improving yourself.

They were all somewhat tempted.

"Can I also learn the Guardian Charm?"

The little badger, who had clearly come for John earlier, looked at him with admiration and eagerness and asked him a question.

"sure."

John nodded, and with a flick of his wand, the giant eagle slowly flew to him, allowing him to admire and experience it up close.

"Then I want to join!"

There was no need to say anything now; the little badger shouted excitedly.

With him setting such a good example, Luna, Ginny, and others who were already familiar with them also expressed their desire to join.

Hermione, seeing this progress going smoothly, smiled and her beautiful eyes curved slightly as she looked at John with great satisfaction.

Soon, most people raised their hands, indicating their willingness to join the training session.

Those who wish to join, please come forward and sign in.

After they finalize the training location and management model, they will notify everyone.

It's not that they didn't want to discuss it in advance, but they couldn't determine the required venue size and staffing before the number of participants was confirmed.

After everyone who joined had signed, including Titus and a few others, there were more than twenty people.

This number cannot be contained in just any small house.

We need to find a place that can fit more than twenty people, and also has enough space for actual combat drills.

As the recruitment fair came to an end, everyone gradually left.

Only John and Hermione remained.

Once everyone had left, Hermione wrapped her arms around John's neck and affectionately nuzzled his cheek as an apology.

"I'm sorry, John, I tied you to this without your consent."

"I just hope that more people can recognize you, instead of just fearing you because of your strength."

John wasn't angry about Hermione's unauthorized decision; he naturally understood what she meant.

It's simply a matter of wanting him to appear in public more often and improve his public image.

It even made him the leader of the new generation.

This is all because Hermione favors him.

However, John still pretended to be angry and reached out to pinch her little cheek.

"If you act on your own again next time, I'll have to punish you."

Seeing that John wasn't really angry, Hermione smiled, tilted her head back, and gave John a quick kiss on the cheek.

This is going to be very serious.

John grabbed Hermione by the waist and started kissing her on the lips.

Hermione blushed as she accepted John's demands without resistance.

Until the stained wooden door of Pig Head Bar was creaked open.

!!!

The two, who were being intimate, were startled and quickly separated.

Then they both looked at the door behind the bar that had been pushed open.

An elderly man with a long beard slowly walked out. He glanced casually at John and Hermione, muttering something under his breath.

This person must be the owner of Pig Head Bar.

At first glance, the boss actually looks a bit like Dumbledore.

However, the two of them didn't have time to pay attention to this detail at the moment, because they had just been caught hugging and kissing each other, and now they were feeling quite embarrassed.

"Uh...boss, we'd like two butterbeers..." John quickly made up a conversation.

"...Add double the cream topping!" Hermione quickly added.

It seems they hope to get the boss to stop talking about them by spending money.

But the boss didn't respond. He just silently took out two thick glasses of butterbeer from under the bar, scooped up two large spoonfuls of thick, stringy cream and topped them with the glasses. Finally, he walked over and slammed the glasses down on their table.

"Five Wests is fine," the old man said calmly.

Thump~ thump~

The cream topping wobbled precariously, like two fluffy clouds.

"Thanks..."

The two thanked him meekly, but the boss suddenly slung a rag over his shoulder and squinted at John.

"His Guardian Charm is quite good, and his speech is also quite good. He's much more reliable than some of those old guys who always like to boast in the principal's office."

John paused, holding the cup, and looked at the boss with a puzzled expression.

"Uh...you mean Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Otherwise what!" The boss snorted coldly when Dumbledore was mentioned.

I thought John was going to speak up for Dumbledore, but John said something else entirely.

"That's obvious! Of course I'm more honest than that old Deng!"

"Cough cough!" Hermione had just picked up her cup and taken a sip when she heard this and almost choked.

The boss was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter!