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

The Christmas holiday wasn't long, and we had originally planned to go skiing together.

However, because of Mr. Weasley's accident, John and Hermione were not in the mood to go on a long trip.

They were afraid that the Death Eaters would show up as soon as they left.

So they just went back to their own homes, and during the holiday, they would talk on the phone every day and occasionally go out together.

They agreed that two days before the start of the semester, they would go to the Phoenix Society to stay with the main group, set off together for the semester, and exchange information.

Tomorrow is the day I go to the Order of the Phoenix.

John, on the other hand, went to Titus's house to play.

"How was it? Cool, right?"

John was showing off in front of Titus, wearing the cloak Hermione had given him.

"Wow, where did you buy such a cool cloak?"

Titus looked at the black and blue cloak, especially the flowing ribbon of light behind it, and asked with shining eyes.

"Hermione made it especially for me."

John proudly put his hands on his hips, raised his head, and showed off.

"...ah..."

Upon hearing this, Titus's smile froze instantly.

This means that even if he wanted to buy it, he couldn't.

While it's easy to find someone to make the same style, that's a piece of cake in the wizarding world.

But this was specially made for John by his senior, so it has a different meaning.

If he's foolish enough to order the same style, wouldn't he just be asking for trouble?

So he was destined to just watch helplessly.

But seeing John's smug look made him furious.

"Hmph, I'll write to Ryan Ethan later, and the three of us will make different cloaks, then wear them together and isolate you completely!"

Titus said fiercely to John.

John raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying nonchalantly.

"So what do you think, when the four of us stand together, my cloak will be the only one that's different from yours?"

"Who do you think people will consider the main character?"

Titus's lips twitched when he heard this; it seemed to make some sense.

But looking at the cloak, he felt a strange envy.

Who wouldn't want to wear such a cool outfit when entering and leaving Hogwarts?

Especially on windy days, when the hem of the cloak flutters in the wind, the contrast of black and blue creates a striking effect.

Please, he's super handsome.

"I don't care, you just can't stand to see us doing well."

"Nonsense, I don't care. No matter how cool your cloaks are, they can't compare to mine, which Hermione made herself."

"Tch, so what? Aren't they all just made of fabric and sewn together?"

"That's amazing!"

The two held firm to their own opinions and neither was willing to give in; they were almost at the point of fighting.

If Mrs. Crow hadn't come in with a plate of fruit, the two of them would have started arguing over the cloak.

Mrs. Crow placed the plate on the table and addressed the two men.

"Come and have some fruit, don't act like a little kid."

"oh..."

The two then stopped fighting and obediently sat down at the table.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Crow did not leave immediately, but sat down with the two children, watching them eat fruit and smiling slightly.

But then she looked at John, hesitated for a moment, and slowly spoke.

"Little John, things have gotten a bit unsafe outside lately. You must make sure your family is careful..."

"Um?"

John paused slightly upon hearing these sudden words.

Mrs. Crow spoke slowly, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"You all know about the attack on Mr. Weasley, but he's not the only one who's been in danger lately."

"Although it's not an attack like the one that happened to Mr. Weasley, there have been a series of 'unexpected' departures of staff members at the Ministry of Magic, which have been replaced by some new faces with vague resumes."

"I had a colleague with whom I had a fairly good relationship, but after handling a magical incident a while ago, he suddenly resigned and disappeared without even leaving a letter."

"Then a new, unfamiliar colleague came in. He was taciturn every day and always had a cold face. He would only change when he met employees with certain surnames."

"A specific surname?" John put down the apple, frowning as he pressed on, "For example?"

Mrs. Crow lowered her eyes, her voice even softer: "They're all surnames from pure-blood families, like Malfoy, Rozier, Carroll, and so on..."

"To be honest, there's been a noticeable increase in pure-blood families in the Ministry of Magic lately. Although they're mostly in entry-level positions, they're getting promoted incredibly fast."

"Some people get promoted in less than a month."

That makes it quite clear.

Those pure-blood families are gradually infiltrating the Ministry of Magic.

But they didn't start from the top levels; instead, they quietly replaced people from the grassroots positions.

Mrs. Crow was just an ordinary employee in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, yet even her ordinary colleagues could be replaced. This shows that the infiltration was comprehensive.

Bribing high-ranking officials, assigning them to lower-level positions, allowing pure-blood family members to infiltrate the ranks, and then using various pretexts to accelerate their promotions, gradually erodes the middle management structure of the entire Ministry of Magic.

In the end, all that will happen is that the top management is corrupt, the middle management is rotten, and the grassroots are silenced.

Clearly, most members of the Order of the Phoenix focused their attention on the middle and upper levels, and no one noticed the subtle changes at the grassroots level like Mrs. Crowe.

"Those Death Eaters used some unknown means to cause those original employees to leave unexpectedly."

"But I doubt it will be any peaceful means."

"So John, if your parents are still living in the Muggle world, you need to be even more careful."

"The existence of Death Eaters is a natural disaster for ordinary people."

"If your parents encounter any danger, they can come to us for refuge at any time."

Mrs. Crow said with great concern and worry.

The reason she told John these things was actually not for any other reason.

The concern was that John's family would be targeted by Death Eaters.

Because Titus had mentioned Ryan to her, she, as a mother herself, naturally understood Ryan's mother's actions.

At the same time, she realized that John was indeed a special person.

They are likely to become a thorn in the side of the Death Eaters, and a target to make an example of them.

But instead of keeping their son away from John like Ryan's mother did, they chose to help John and protect his family.

"...Thank you, Auntie."

John was slightly taken aback after hearing Mrs. Crow's words, and then sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"I have also prepared protective measures for my family, so you don't need to worry too much."

Hearing John's words, Mrs. Crow smiled with relief and nodded.

He didn't say anything more.

But Mrs. Crow's words reminded John of something, and he couldn't help but ask again.

"But Auntie, you just mentioned purebloods, and I've actually had a question I'd like to ask..."

"The Crow family should also be considered a pure-blooded lineage. Titus even bragged to me that the Crow family is one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Races?"

"Although I checked, there's no such surname..."

"But that's not the point. The point is, as pure-bloods, you've sided with the Order of the Phoenix. Haven't the Death Eaters caused you any trouble?"

Upon hearing this question, Titus looked at his mother with some concern. Although he had never heard his family mention these things, it didn't mean they didn't exist.

However, Mrs. Crow's smile remained unchanged as she shook her head and said calmly.

"no."

Upon hearing this answer, not only John was surprised, but Titus was also quite taken aback.

Seemingly noticing their confusion, Mrs. Crow spoke again.

"I actually asked my husband this question too, but he just smiled and said that Klaue is a pureblood who has long been disowned..."