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

Madame Parth's teahouse is a wonderful place.

John thought this afterward...

Hogsmeade Week is over.

The following weeks were all Quidditch weekends.

Therefore, the training program for the curse has been temporarily put on hold.

Harry and everyone else were preparing for the Quidditch match.

Ryan was in the same boat, as he had already received official notification that he would be replacing Cho Chang as the Seeker in Quidditch this time.

It was both to give newcomers a chance to perform and something Qiu Zhang himself requested.

They said it was because of the heavy academic pressure, and it was a good opportunity to catch their breath.

Ryan seemed very confident about this, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Why not reconnect with your dear parents and solidify his real estate holdings?

......

night.

Snape's workshop.

"Professor, do you know how to brew Felix Felicis?"

Harry doesn't have to practice Occlumency today, so only John and Professor Snape are in the workroom.

John asked curiously as he prepared the ingredients for Professor Snape to brew a potion.

Professor Snape did not react, but simply uttered a single word.

"meeting."

John was not surprised by this, and continued to ask.

"The book says that the preparation of Felicidide is very difficult. It requires precise control of the heat, time and stirring direction. The slightest mistake will ruin the whole thing."

"But Professor, do you think we could step on our own feet, drink a sip of Felix Felicis first, and then, while the effects are still on, brew the whole pot of Felix Felicis in one go?"

Professor Snape finally reacted to John's nonsensical words.

The silver spoon in his hand slowly stopped at the edge of the crucible, a drop of dark green liquid hanging there.

Then he turned his head to the side, his obsidian-like eyes gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

"First of all, the preparation of Felicidide was not something that could be done overnight."

"Secondly, if you're thinking of taking advantage of FLORS, you should pack your things and go home as soon as possible."

"A true potions master never relies on luck."

Seemingly genuinely worried that John might go down this wrong path, Professor Snape unusually said a few more words.

"You better remember this: potion making is a rational art; every step requires reverence and focus."

"If you really want to learn Felix Felicis, starting next week, set aside two hours every evening after dinner—begin by grinding moonstone."

John blinked, surprised that a casual joke had caused such a stir among Professor Snape.

"Uh...actually I..."

John was thinking that he didn't actually want to learn about Felix Felicis because he didn't think much of it.

But before he could say anything, Professor Snape seemed to know what he wanted to say.

She stared at him coldly, as if she could shove his head into a pot if he dared to say no.

John's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

"...Actually, I've wanted to learn this from the professor for a long time, hahaha..."

John regretted saying that as soon as he finished speaking.

No!

Two hours after my meal just vanished like that!

Professor Snape snorted coldly, said nothing more, and continued brewing the potion.

......

The weekend is fast approaching again.

Today is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

A year later.

Quidditch matches are finally back.

Everyone was looking forward to it, and almost the entire school's teachers and students went to watch the game.

Even the snow falling over the Quidditch pitch couldn't dampen everyone's enthusiasm.

The stands were bustling with noise and colorful flags were waving.

Early in the morning, John followed Titus and the others to the stands to reserve seats.

At that moment, Hermione also came to John's side.

She was wearing a thick cloak and the scarf John had given her last time, making her look fluffy like a snowy owl just out of its nest.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Hermione, John asked curiously.

"Why, can't I come over here?"

Hermione pulled her scarf up a bit, revealing only her bright, sparkling eyes as she spoke.

She was originally in Gryffindor, but John didn't go looking for her because he saw that the area was full of people.

Unexpectedly, she came over herself.

John smiled and naturally put his arm around Hermione, as if hugging a large doll—soft, warm, and with a scent of mint mixed with old book pages.

Hermione, being very sensible, snuggled closer to John.

After their date at Madame Patif's Tea House, the two stopped deliberately keeping their distance in public and became more and more natural in their affection for each other.

The match started quickly.

Both teams took off from opposite ends of the field and came to a stop in their respective positions.

"Huh? How come your team's goalkeeper is now Ron?"

John then noticed that the goalkeeper for Gryffindor was none other than his old acquaintance, Ron.

"Yes, because Wood graduated, and there's a vacancy for Gryffindor's goalkeeper position."

"Then Ron went to sign up for the selection, and surprisingly he was actually selected."

Hermione already knew about this, so she wasn't surprised.

I hadn't mentioned it to John before, simply because I didn't care.

Because neither of them are Quidditch enthusiasts, nor are they Quidditch players.

Ryan, the only one connected to John, is also a Seeker at Eagles High and doesn't need to face the goalkeeper.

"Weasley is our king!"

A unified shout suddenly erupted from the Slytherin stands.

The person being called out to was Ron.

John was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, then raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Is this senior a hidden master who has impressed everyone in Slytherin?"

"No...they're simply putting pressure on and mocking Ron..."

Hermione looked at the Slytherin students and said with some disdain.

"Because Ron's mindset is too easily influenced, they deliberately used irony to provoke him."

"All they do is resort to pointless underhanded tactics."

John glanced at Ron on the field; his face had turned deathly pale, and he looked like he could barely hold a broom.

"But their underhanded tactics seem to be quite effective..."

John said, somewhat speechless.

"What can we do? He can only rely on himself to keep his composure."

Hermione sighed helplessly.

As Professor Hodge blew the whistle, the competition officially began.

The cheers in the stadium surged up like a tidal wave once again.

Both teams' players shot off like arrows, leaving only the Seeker circling in place, waiting for the Golden Snitch to appear.

Before the Golden Snitch is caught, the main stage of the match is a battle between the goalkeeper and the chaser.

Ron blocked the first ball during Slytherin's attack, but his hand slipped on the second ball, allowing Slytherin to score a point.

After conceding the ball, Slytherin's taunts became even more intense.

Ron's performance clearly went awry, and he conceded three more goals in a row.

Gryffindor has only scored one goal so far, with the rest being easily saved by Slytherin's goalkeeper.

The situation is increasingly tilting in Slytherin's favor.

The chants of "Weasley is our king" from the stands had turned into shrill laughter.

Ron's breathing became rapid, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He felt like he was about to be crushed by the pressure.

Just as the situation was spiraling out of control, the Golden Snitch appeared.

Harry rode the Firebolt like a silver lightning bolt, cleaving through the air as he charged straight at the Thief.

After a thrilling chase, he suddenly caught the thief.

The game ended abruptly, with Gryffindor winning by a score of 160-40.

Another classic example of a comeback victory achieved by finding the ball.