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

John and Hermione did not linger.

Neville did not become silent because of his parents' situation.

On the contrary, one could guess that the reason they came here was to visit Mr. Weasley.

I also inquired about Mr. Weasley.

John and Hermione then left, returning to the second floor to say goodbye to the Weasleys and Harry before departing St. Mungo's Hospital.

As I walked out of the hospital, dusk was slowly seeping into the brick walls of London.

Christmas lights are lit up in the streets and alleys.

The atmosphere was completely different from that of a hospital.

Laughter and joy filled the air everywhere.

John turned to look at Hermione, who seemed a little down, and reached out to pat her head.

He smiled helplessly and said.

"Stop being sentimental, Hermione."

"Navi isn't that fragile, and your aunt and uncle will never regret their choice."

Hermione didn't dodge; she simply buried her face in John's chest.

"I know..."

"It's just that I can't recover right now..."

Clearly, John wasn't the only one affected; Hermione also felt a heavy, dull ache.

Regardless of whether I know this person or not, I simply felt the same pain because I empathized with their suffering.

John continued stroking the top of her head and spoke slowly.

"Everything will be alright."

"I promise."

Hermione nestled in John's arms, and after a long while, she finally managed to utter a single word: "Mmm..."

After calming themselves down, they took a car back to Hermione's house.

The house was brightly lit, and the street outside was adorned with strings of red and gold lanterns.

Seeing these happy scenes calmed them down considerably.

After exchanging a glance, they pushed open the door together.

"Oh, the children are back."

Mr. Granger and John's father were sitting in the living room chatting.

When she saw the two children return, she smiled and waved to them.

Mrs. Granger and Mrs. John also came out of the kitchen.

"Mom and Dad!"

Hermione, who hadn't seen her parents all summer, immediately rushed into her mother's arms, and Mr. Granger patted her head.

"Uncle and Aunt, it's been a long time."

John greeted them with a smile.

Mr. Granger smiled and put his arm around John's shoulder.

"Drink up, you've grown taller."

"Did you bully my daughter outside?"

Upon hearing this, John quickly raised his hand.

"You can't just say things like that, Uncle. Even at home, my parents side with her. I'm the one who gets bullied, okay..."

Hermione blushed and playfully shoved John, making it sound like she was a tyrannical and unreasonable witch.

"Hey hey hey, Uncle, aren't you going to do anything about this?"

John pointed at Hermione and immediately began to complain.

This reaction made everyone burst into laughter.

......

The Christmas Eve dinner was a very successful one.

The family sat in the living room chatting.

Regardless of John and Hermione, the two were sitting side by side watching TV, occasionally responding to their family members in a casual manner.

It's mainly the two old men's side.

They had all drunk quite a bit, a rare occurrence for them, and were whispering to each other with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Hey buddy, look at those two kids, they get along really well."

"Hmph, you're right~"

Mr. Granger was clearly quite drunk, and his speech was slurred and unsteady.

"I think the children are getting older, it's time to start thinking about their future..."

John's father tightened his grip on Mr. Granger's shoulder and asked tentatively.

"The future? You mean...?" Mr. Granger paused for a moment, then frowned and asked to confirm.

"Yes, that's it, about getting married..."

John's father spoke in a low voice, only audible to Mr. Granger.

"Look, the two kids are interested in each other. After they graduate, wouldn't it be great if our two families could become even closer through marriage?"

Mr. Granger's wine glass paused in mid-air, the amber liquid swaying slightly, reflecting the flickering firelight in the fireplace.

He didn't answer immediately, but turned his head and looked at the other end of the sofa.

The daughter was tucking a stray curl behind her ear when her fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of John's hand, which was resting on the armrest.

Tsk.

This old man ruined my good mood.

Then Mr. Granger glared at John's father with annoyance.

"Hmph! As long as my daughter is happy..."

"Oh dear, hahaha! Does that mean it won't work?"

Upon hearing Mr. Granger's words, John's father slapped his thigh and, fueled by the alcohol, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Others cast strange glances his way, and he quickly suppressed his laughter.

But that hint of drunken smugness still lingered in his eyes and brows.

Hermione watched as her father was both amused and exasperated by John's father, and couldn't help but nudge John.

"John, what are they talking about?"

"That's what happens when you've had too much to drink; you're bound to be talking about trivial things."

John shrugged and said nonchalantly.

Hermione nodded, seemingly understanding.

Then he continued watching TV while leaning against John.

Little did they know, the two old men behind them were discussing their life's most important matters.

Even the two mothers nearby were drawn over and joined in, giggling and smiling broadly.

Clearly, both sets of parents are very satisfied with each other's children.

Their generation also got married and had children in their early twenties.

Therefore, I don't think they are still young.

However, there is one unavoidable point: John is indeed three years younger than Hermione.

They said they couldn't decide until after John's 16th birthday.

Although he may not have graduated yet at that time, the legal marriage age in the UK was sixteen, provided the parents agreed.