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

After that, they didn't talk about Horcruxes anymore, but sat down and chatted with the other children.

"Kreacher, get me some afternoon tea ready, and stop giving me that gloomy look, Kreacher."

Sirius leaned back on the sofa armrest and casually called out to Kreacher, who was wiping the portrait of the previous head of the family in the hallway.

Kreacher rubbed the edge of the picture frame hard with a rag, mumbled something indistinctly, but still turned and dragged himself toward the kitchen.

John watched from the side, finding it strange.

"Sirius, why are you being so nice to Kreacher now?"

To be honest, this isn't really a good thing.

But compared to those previous angry rebukes, this is a world of difference.

"It's only because he's made some contributions to my stupid brother."

Sirius Black pursed his lips and said, refusing to admit his change in attitude toward Kreacher and Regulus.

After all, Regulus gave his life for the locket, while Kreacher's loyalty lasted for over a decade.

Even though he hated them, he eventually softened his stance.

At this point, John seemed to remember something.

"Oh right, Kreacher is in the know too. Sirius, you'd better make him stay in the Order of the Phoenix and not go anywhere."

John gave Sirius another instruction.

"Hmm...that makes sense."

"My cousin Narcissa is Voldemort's woman now. It would be terrible if he went over there and said something."

Sirius raised an eyebrow and nodded upon hearing this.

Narcissa is Lucius Malfoy's wife. She has changed her surname to Malfoy, but still has Black blood.

If a sprite is driven out by its owner, it may subconsciously seek refuge with someone of the same bloodline as its owner.

When Kreacher came over carrying the silver tray, Sirius spoke to him again.

"Kreacher, you are not allowed to leave the house without my permission, and especially you are not allowed to reveal anything about what happens here to anyone—including any member of the Black family, understand?"

Kreacher lowered his eyelids, his withered fingers gripping the edge of the tray tightly: "Yes... Master."

This order somewhat suppressed the uncertainty surrounding Kreacher.

Although he was somewhat contrary to the Heavenly Gang, he still could not disobey his master's orders.

At that moment, Hermione came over and sat down next to John.

"What are you guys talking about? Hi, Kreacher."

Hermione first asked the two of them, then turned to greet Kreacher.

Kreacher's ears twitched slightly, and he muttered, "...filthy Mudblood..."

Hermione wasn't angry; she just sighed softly.

John, however, wouldn't tolerate it and punched Kreacher hard on the forehead.

Kreacher staggered back half a step, wanting to say something, but was frightened by John's raised fist and ran away without looking back.

"Okay, John, it's alright, don't hit him."

Hermione raised her hand and pressed it on John's shoulder to stop him.

"Hermione, you're just too soft-hearted."

"I don't object to you respecting the fairies, but you can't condone them."

Hermione shook her head.

"The attitude of house-elves towards people largely depends on the attitude of their owners and the traditions passed down through generations."

"The house-elves of the Black family have lived under the influence of pure-blood ideology for generations, which is why they have such a strong belief in the supremacy of pure-bloods."

"It's not their fault at all."

Alright, Hermione makes sense, so John had no choice but to give up.

"But I'll still hit him if he calls again next time."

"Things are different now; he needs to learn the new rules."

John leaned back on the sofa and said slowly.

Hermione didn't object to this.

Essentially, it's because they consider Kreacher one of their own that they're willing to correct his mistakes.

If I didn't care, I wouldn't bother with him.

However, John simply couldn't stand hearing others criticize Hermione.

Once Voldemort is dealt with and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​disbanded, he probably won't bring Hermione with him anymore.

......

The dinner party that evening was very lively.

Everyone gathered around the long table, enjoying the feast prepared by Mrs. Weasley and toasting to Mr. Weasley's discharge from the hospital.

Although Harry was reluctant to admit it, he was indeed Mr. Weasley's savior.

It is said that when Mr. Weasley was rushed to the hospital, the therapist said that he almost died.

Behind this seemingly calm facade lies the near loss of a father for the Weasley family.

So Mr. Weasley and his family also toasted Harry.

It wasn't until after dinner that everyone gradually dispersed and returned to their rooms to rest.

Then came the next day, the official day to return to school.

Early in the morning, at the dining table.

The children had already changed into their school uniforms and put on black cloaks, ready to go to the station together after breakfast.

Just then, John walked in, looking very smug, wearing the cloak that Hermione had given him.

Hermione blushed instantly upon seeing this and dared not look John in the eye.

Ever since he received his cloak, this idiot has been showing it off every now and then.

Yesterday, she had strongly urged John not to wander around the Muggle world in a wizard's cloak, and he reluctantly changed into a Muggle coat.

But today is the first day of school, and she really has no reason to stop him.

John deliberately shook his cloak, and the black and blue cloaks fluttered, looking quite handsome.

He didn't say anything, he just kept posing.

But everyone looked at him strangely.

Mr. Weasley, who was about to greet him, also stopped in his tracks.

What's wrong with this child?

He was quite composed yesterday, but why is he acting like a complete idiot today?

"John, you..."

Finally, Harry couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up first to ask what was wrong.

John immediately went to Harry's side and waved his cloak in front of him.

"Oh, Harry, how did you know Hermione made me this unique and magnificent cloak?"

"Uh...no, I don't know..."

Harry was completely bewildered by John's antics and instinctively backed away.

The others all looked at Hermione.

However, Hermione was already covering her face and burying her head under the table, with only her bright red ear tips showing.

Everyone immediately understood what kind of trouble John was up to.

So all he did was show off the cloak Hermione gave him...

Having John as a wife must be tough for Hermione...

Mr. Weasley thought so.