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

It was already evening when they returned to Hogwarts.

John stayed home with his parents for a while before returning to school.

When I pushed open the oak door of the Great Hall of the People, I found that the hall was full of people.

Even the professors, and Dumbledore, were sitting in the highest seats.

Is this a last-minute school-wide dinner?

At this moment, everyone in the hall looked at John.

Hermione jumped up from the bench and ran towards John.

She grabbed John tightly, so tightly that he stumbled half a step.

"John!"

Hermione hugged John, her voice choked with sobs as she called his name.

"What's wrong?"

John held Hermione's waist with one arm and stroked her hair with the other to comfort her.

"I heard it from Harry, you were almost killed by Voldemort."

"The Killing Curse was less than a meter away from you then, and you still couldn't hear it, right?"

Hermione, her eyes red-rimmed, lifted her head from his embrace and tenderly cupped John's right cheek.

"what?"

No, Harry, can't you just pick the good things to say?

What do you mean I almost got killed by Voldemort?!

I defeated all the Death Eaters by myself and then faced Voldemort head-on.

In the end, they narrowly lost.

"It's not that exaggerated. I could have handled it perfectly well back then. If Dumbledore hadn't come, I might have even been able to show him what I was capable of."

"Besides, my ears are just a little ringing, it will be fine in a couple of days, there's no way I can't hear."

John wiped Hermione's moist eyes and offered a helpless words of comfort.

"real?"

"real."

At this moment, Titus, Ryan, and Ethan also arrived.

Their faces showed a degree of worry.

"John, it's so good to see you alive..."

Titus said, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"..."

This concern seems rather unlucky.

"What did you guys hear from Harry? And why is everyone staring at me...?"

John rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling utterly exhausted.

Seeing that everyone in the entire auditorium was looking at him, he said somewhat speechlessly.

"Harry said that when they were almost wiped out by the Death Eaters, you appeared like a god and crushed more than a dozen Death Eaters to the ground."

"When Voldemort finally appeared, he was even able to fight Voldemort to a standstill, but the part where he was almost killed by Voldemort was a bit of a letdown."

"But thankfully, the headmaster saved you at the last minute."

"Now the whole school knows."

"You are the 'Hogwarts New Star' who single-handedly turned the tide of the battle!"

hiss....

Harry is such a braggart?

However, what he didn't know was that, from Harry's perspective, he truly was the god of war who turned the tide of battle.

They were surrounded by more than a dozen Death Eaters, a force that neither they nor the three adults could handle.

He resolved it with overwhelming force.

Even Voldemort couldn't get the better of him.

Just as the group was talking.

ding ding-

Professor McGonagall, seated at the professors' table, gently tapped her glass twice with a small silver spoon.

"It's time for dinner. Please take your seats."

Professor McGonagall's voice slowly rang out.

I deliberately gave them time to exchange pleasantries, but now I'm clearly speaking to them.

"Oh, you'll find out the rest soon enough. Tonight is a special dinner hosted by the principal."

Titus said something and walked toward the long table in his badger yard.

Hermione even kissed John on the cheek in front of everyone before heading towards the Gryphon.

Then Ryan and Ethan took John's arm and led him back to Eagle House to sit down.

After John sat down, he greeted Luna.

Even she knew about John's deeds.

At this moment, Dumbledore finally walked slowly up to the platform.

All the students turned to look at him.

Although Harry had already told everyone about the major battle at the Ministry of Magic when he returned.

Many people even received letters from the outside world.

But at this moment, they were all waiting for Dumbledore, the most authoritative voice.

Good evening, everyone.

"I believe you have already heard about the changes at the Ministry of Magic."

"Details will be published on the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow."

"But tonight, I want to repeat it again."

Voldemort has indeed returned.

It's not an announcement, it's a statement.

Dumbledore paused, his blue eyes sweeping over each young and taut face, before speaking slowly again.

"Today Voldemort launched an attack on the Ministry of Magic and on the streets of Muggles."

"Dozens of wizards and Muggles were injured or killed as a result."

"Here, I must pay my deepest respects to Harry Potter, and to John Merrick."

"They bravely stood up and fought against the forces of evil."

"Harry's calm judgment and decisive decision-making ensured the safety of his companions and secured a crucial opportunity in the battle."

"With fearless spirit and refined magic, John faced the most dangerous battle without flinching, single-handedly defeating Voldemort's elite Death Eaters."

"Let us give the two of you our sincerest applause."

The next moment, applause erupted in the Great Hall of the People like a tidal wave.

Harry and John became the main characters in this incident.

Aside from a small group at Slytherin, no one applauded.

Because some of their fathers or family members were the Death Eater elites whom Dumbledore had just mentioned being defeated by John.

After a while of applause, Dumbledore raised his hand to quiet everyone down.

He looked at everyone and spoke again.

"And then there's one more thing, which concerns the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Ms. Umbridge Dolores has returned to the Ministry of Magic and will no longer hold any teaching position at the school."

Upon hearing this, a long-suppressed cheer immediately erupted from the audience, and Dumbledore did not raise his hand to stop it.

Although Umbridge had long since lost real power, she still held the title of professor.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she didn't teach anything useful at all.

They even frequently impose additional, meaningless copying punishments on disobedient students, euphemistically calling it "strengthening discipline."

And she's really not good-looking at all; she's pure visual pollution.

Now that they've left, they are naturally overjoyed.

He only coughed lightly after they had finished cheering before continuing.

"Professor Severus Snape will temporarily teach this course for the remaining time this semester."

Upon hearing this, the cheers from the audience abruptly ceased.

Only a few scattered claps rang out from the Slytherin side.

"Of course, since Professor Snape is also the Potions professor, Defense Against the Dark Arts is only taught once a week, and the rest of the time is spent studying on your own by teaching assistants."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that they would only have to attend one Snape class per week.