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

Two days have passed quickly, and tomorrow is Christmas.

Hermione has been staying at John's house for the past two days.

John's Christmas tree was already lit with warm yellow lights, and colorful balls swayed gently in the dim light by the window.

Hermione was tiptoeing to hang the last silver bell, her fingertips just touching the branch, when suddenly a hand covered her from behind and supported her waist.

With his other hand, he took the silver bell and helped her hang it on a branch.

"You're awake."

Hermione, nestled in his arms, looked at John with a gentle smile that was unique to the morning.

"Hmm, you absolutely refused to sleep with me last night, which kept me up all night."

John deliberately lowered his voice and nuzzled her ear with a slightly aggrieved nasal tone.

Hermione's ears turned slightly red, but she still reached out and pinched John's cheek in annoyance.

"It's all because you keep touching me inappropriately, keeping me awake..."

Her face was red when she said this.

Just two days ago, she made an agreement with her aunt that John would not do anything out of line until he turned 16.

As a result, John became increasingly bold with her, much like a kitten that had tasted meat before.

He had to set rules for John.

You are not allowed to lay a hand on her before she turns sixteen.

Fortunately, John was very obedient, but he always kept bothering her.

This made her both soft-hearted and moved, proving that she held enough importance in his heart, and even restraint became a sweet practice.

In John's eyes, this rule was actually a form of affirmation, or an invitation.

This means that after Hermione turns sixteen, she can belong entirely to him.

Counting down the days may not be pleasant, but it makes the future more worth looking forward to.

......

"Really? Then we'll go to Hermione's house this afternoon. Come over early after your visit."

At noon, John told his family about today's plans.

They had agreed to have dinner at Hermione's house on Christmas Eve and then spend the night there.

As for the previous arrangements, it was to visit Mr. Weasley again in St. Mungo.

So John's parents decided to go to Hermione's house in the afternoon.

Help with arranging a big meal or decorating the house for Christmas.

After their visit, they went over on their own.

Anyway, the two kids are not young anymore, so they don't need to take care of them too much.

"clear."

John and Hermione nodded; they hadn't planned to stay for long anyway.

......

soon.

After a quick lunch and a short rest, the two set off for San Mongol.

Christmas is coming.

Even St. Mungo's Hospital erected a fir tree adorned with gold leaf and ice crystals in its corridor.

I heard that this place gives gifts to patients during Christmas.

To allow patients to celebrate Christmas in the hospital.

"John, Hermione, you're here."

They bumped into Harry in the hallway as soon as they went up to the second floor.

He looked somewhat listless, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes.

"Senior Harry, what's wrong...?"

John frowned with concern when he saw him like this.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well the past couple of days."

Harry smiled and waved his hand, trying to perk himself up a bit.

Hermione frowned, thinking that Harry was too worried about Mr. Weasley and hadn't gotten enough rest.

It's almost the same.

"Harry, what's wrong... Hmm? Hermione, and John, you're here."

Just then, Ginny, who had heard the commotion outside, came out and approached Harry with concern before noticing John and the other man.

The others all knew that the two of them were coming to visit today.

So I've chosen today to spend some more time with Mr. Weasley.

"Come in quickly, Dad just had his dressing changed, and he seems to be in good spirits now."

Ginny smiled and ushered the two inside, acting as if she were the lady of the house.

They even tidied up Harry's messy hair, which made Harry a little embarrassed.

The two looked at each other as they watched this scene.

It seems Harry's spring has arrived, but Ginny's unexpected assertiveness is quite surprising.

The two went inside quickly. The Weasley twins and Ron were also there, and they all greeted them.

Mr. Weasley is indeed in good spirits.

However, his body was still wrapped in thick gauze.

They said the wound still hadn't healed and the snake venom hadn't completely dissipated.

It's just a matter of showing concern for trivial matters. Some things about the Phoenix Society can't be discussed here, so a few words of concern and the visit is considered complete.

The rest of the time, it was their children chatting.

John and Harry stood at the corner of the stairs in the hallway.

"What's wrong, senior? Why did you call me here alone?"

Harry raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Because they had both visited the principal together and shared some secrets, there were things he didn't dare tell Ron, but could tell John.

"John... Mr. Weasley's attack seems to have something to do with me..."

As if he had finally found someone to confide in, he opened up with a sense of self-reproach.

"But I heard from the headmaster that it was because you delivered the message in time that Mr. Weasley was saved!"

John frowned and asked in surprise.

"That's because I was the one who attacked Mr. Weasley!"

Harry couldn't help but raise his voice.

John was not surprised when he heard this; instead, he stared at him strangely.

"Are you drunk? You were still at Hogwarts when Mr. Weasley was attacked. What were you doing, attacking him with an egg?"

"And what attacked him was a snake. Are you an Animagus?"

Harry: "..."

Those were such awful words...

"No... to be precise, it should be that I possessed a snake and then attacked Mr. Weasley..."

Finding it difficult to explain, Harry had no choice but to tell John about the nightmare he had that night and his true feelings...

Even Ron didn't know the details; only Dumbledore did.

After listening, John looked at Harry and frowned in thought.

"You mean, you dreamt that you turned into a snake and attacked Mr. Weasley, and it felt very real."

Harry nodded, clutching his head with deep concern.

"Yes... Professor Dumbledore said that Voldemort's soul possessed the snake, and then my soul, because of my connection with Voldemort, was also accidentally connected to it."

"I'm afraid that one day I'll be possessed by Voldemort and kill everyone..."

Hearing this, John finally understood.

Harry became extremely remorseful because of this incident, or rather, he fell into a kind of fear of self-destruction.

They felt that they were both victims and potential perpetrators.

At the same time, they felt they were unclean, possessed and controlled by Voldemort or something, and they didn't want that kind of thing to happen.

"Senior, sometimes I really have to say something to you."

John shook his head helplessly and said.

"You were possessed by Voldemort, but you didn't invite him to move in—it's like a house being robbed; the thief is at fault, not the house."

"What are you doing, blaming yourself like this?"

"If you can shift the blame to Voldemort, then don't waste your energy on this."

"If you ask me, you should go find Professor Snape and put all that energy into practicing Occlumency."

"Prevention is better than overthinking."