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

Although it's not a good way to put it.

But after hearing the reason why Mr. Weasley was attacked, John felt somewhat relieved.

This at least proves that Voldemort was carrying out his actions with a purpose.

They won't act indiscriminately.

He no longer needs to worry about Voldemort causing any large-scale attacks that could affect his parents or others.

This was also the main reason why he came to see Dumbledore.

"How is Mr. Weasley now?"

John continued to ask questions, since he had finished asking about his own affairs and naturally wanted to inquire about the person involved.

"Because Harry relayed the message in time, our people quickly took him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses. He's in stable condition now, but will need to stay in the hospital for a while longer."

St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injuries and Wounds is a medical institution that provides comprehensive treatment for the injured in the magical world, and it is also located in London.

"Oh, that's good... Wait, shall Harry relay the message?"

Upon hearing that Mr. Weasley was alright, John nodded at first, but then asked curiously the next second.

"Yes, it was Harry who learned about Arthur's attack through his nightmare; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to find out about Arthur's situation in time."

Dumbledore didn't hide this from them much, knowing they would find out from Harry sooner or later anyway.

John remembered that Dumbledore had once said that Harry's soul and Voldemort's soul were connected.

And as Voldemort grew stronger, it became increasingly stable.

This is also why he practices Occlumency.

But unexpectedly, this nightmare that had tormented him for so long could actually transmit crucial information when Voldemort was having an idea.

After asking about most of the questions, John and Hermione didn't stay in the headmaster's office any longer.

Dumbledore also reminded them that they should not let the other children know about the mission to the Order of the Phoenix for the time being, otherwise Mrs. Weasley would complain to Dumbledore.

"John, on our way back to London, shall we stop by and see Mr. Weasley?"

On the way back, Hermione held John's hand and asked with some concern.

"Of course, it's still necessary to send my greetings."

Unlike the other unfamiliar members of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley was an old comrade they had known for a long time.

They had received a lot of care from Mrs. Weasley last summer, so it was only right and proper for them to visit her.

"When we go back to London tomorrow, we'll go straight to St. Mungo's to find out the specifics."

"Then we'll visit them again the day before Christmas, since we won't be free on Christmas Day itself."

After thinking for a moment, John made the schedule.

Hermione naturally had no objections.

They can both visit patients and enjoy their own Christmas holidays.

......

Afterwards, he told his companions about the attack on Mr. Weasley, picking out the parts he could talk about.

The children couldn't help either, so they didn't say much.

The next day arrived quickly.

Early in the morning, the young wizards who were planning to go home got up early, ate breakfast, and then dragged their luggage onto the carriage to go to the station.

On the road.

"Um, John..."

Ryan, sitting in the carriage, suddenly spoke hesitantly to John.

"When I go back, I want to find somewhere to sit by myself... I won't stay with you guys."

"Even during the holidays, I might not be able to reply to your letters or send you Christmas presents..."

Upon hearing Ryan's words, John and the others were taken aback at first, but then immediately understood what Ryan meant.

His mother still forbids Ryan from associating with them.

No, to be precise, it means you are not allowed to associate with John.

Although John intentionally kept some distance from them while they were at school, and didn't accompany them on every adventure.

But most of the time they were still together, so it was obvious to anyone with eyes that they were in cahoots.

It's just that the relationship might not be as close as it used to be.

John raised an eyebrow at this, thought for a moment, and then said with a smile.

"Then you guys can all sit together, it'll be perfect for me to sit with Hermione."

"I'll have Titus help me deliver the Christmas presents."

Hearing John's words, Ryan nervously gripped the hem of his robe, clearly understanding John's meaning.

After all, his mother only minded John; Ethan and Titus were not on the list for the time being.

But it would be as if he were leading the way in isolating John, something he didn't want to do at all.

John noticed his expression and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't worry about it, Auntie is just doing this for your own good."

"Once Voldemort is defeated, everything will return to normal."

"And... actually, I was just looking for a reason to abandon you all and go find Hermione."

Ryan: "..."

Give me back the emotion I just felt!

......

Inside the compartment, Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled as she listened to John's story.

This was the first time they had ever sat in the same compartment on their way home. In the past, they had always sat with their own small groups and only met up after getting off the train.

I thought that, given their current relationship, there wouldn't be any new experiences for them.

But to their surprise, they still found it incredibly novel.

Hermione, wrapped in the scarf John had given her, nestled in John's arms, chatting or reading.

It was the first time I felt so relaxed and comfortable taking the train home.

She used to sit upright, flipping through books, and would only chime in occasionally when Harry Ron brought up topics related to her.

Now you can wrap your scarf around yourself like a blanket without any restraint, rest your head on John's shoulder and doze off, too lazy to even turn the pages of a book.

It's worth mentioning that John has also been growing taller over the past two years.

He's now a head taller than Hermione.

Those who don't know them probably wouldn't be able to tell that John is younger than Hermione.

"Hermione, next time you ride the train, you can ride with me. Don't worry about Harry and the others."

"What? You can't bear to part with me?" Hermione, leaning against John, couldn't help but smile and ask in return when she heard John's words.

"Actually, I was afraid you'd miss me," John said seriously.

"Shameless."

Hermione smiled and gently poked his chin with the corner of her scarf.

"Just tell me whether you agree or not, that's all."

"I agree, okay?"

Hermione nuzzled her face against his neck again, her voice muffled, like a satisfied cat.

John then tightened his arms, holding her more securely in his embrace.

The snow outside the window began to fall softly, turning the Hogwarts Express into moving frosted cakes, destined for London.