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

Although there is no evidence to support the conjecture that Bella also possesses a Horcrux, it is the only breakthrough point.

Oh, and Lucius, who's in jail, is also worth interrogating now.

Let's see if we can learn the whereabouts of the other Horcruxes from Lucius, the Horcrux custodian.

Of course, these are not John's jobs.

Sirius and Harry went back to the Order of the Phoenix to discuss their next steps.

John remained at home, waiting for orders.

Of course, he would occasionally go to Hermione's house to wait for orders...

For example, right now.

"What is this? Is it some kind of weird rule-based fantasy?"

At Hermione's house, John lay on his side on Hermione's lap, looking at today's Daily Prophet with a puzzled expression.

Given the recent surge in the number of Death Eaters.

The Ministry of Magic published a safety manual in the Daily Prophet.

1. Please try not to leave home alone.

2. Be careful when out at night, and try to get home as early as possible.

3. Please check the security measures around your residence and ensure that family members are familiar with the use of defensive spells.

4. Agree on a secret code with relatives and friends to prevent being impersonated by Death Eaters.

5. If you notice any unusual behavior from acquaintances or strangers, please contact the Auror office immediately!

6. If a Dark Mark is spotted above a building, do not enter! Contact the Auror Office immediately!

7. If you encounter an Undead, report it to the Ministry of Magic immediately!

This is truly something I've never seen before.

The Witcher version of the Rules of the Strange.

Hermione was tidying up John's stray hairs as she spoke seriously.

"Don't take this lightly, although most of the rules are useless when you're actually facing Death Eaters."

"But it can indeed reduce the probability of encountering danger."

"We can also agree on a code with our uncles and aunts, so that Death Eaters don't impersonate us and hurt them."

That's true.

John has set up a protective spell in the house. If Death Eaters try to break in, they will alert John. If they themselves encounter danger, it will also trigger the transfer of the Portkey.

However, if the Death Eaters enter the house in disguise or approach to launch a sneak attack, there is no way to give advance warning.

To avoid such situations, using a code is indeed quite necessary.

Because the Death Eaters had no other way of knowing the signal except by taking John the Spirit from God.

Taking the mind of one's parents will trigger the door key.

"Shall we agree on a secret code?"

John looked up at Hermione, who was fixing his stray hairs, and winked.

"Sure, what do you want to order?"

What's your favorite snack?

Hermione nodded and asked.

"That won't work; it's too easy to crack."

"We need to use a secret, unpredictable code!"

"I'll ask you what 1+1 equals, and instead of answering, you'll dance a short dance right here to prove you are... Ouch!!"

John had just uttered a nonsensical but unpredictable secret code when Hermione pinched his cheek hard before he could finish.

"I think we should change it to: You ask me what 1+1 equals, and I'll slap you."

"That's pretty hard to guard against, isn't it?"

Hermione pinched John's face and said fiercely.

Although, it is indeed impossible to guard against...

"Could you please use someone gentler?"

John asked timidly.

"Be gentle? Yes, that's my code."

"When I ask you what 2+2 equals, you do a somersault on the spot, then cook four dishes and a soup, then trip over cement and pour it into your clothes, then do a tap dance, and then tilt your head back and shout 'Hail Hermione!' three times, from loudest to softest."

After hearing Hermione's extremely long and difficult sentence, John fell silent for a moment.

"...Then next time you see me, just treat me as a Death Eater...I think blocking your spell is much easier than doing all this..."

John simply gave up.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh too.

"Just think of any secret that only the two of us know, and that will do."

"Well... what if our teamwork isn't as good as you think?"

As soon as he said that, Hermione pinched his cheek hard again, even harder than before.

"Ouch! I know, I know!" John cried out in pain, begging for mercy.

"Just ask me where we first kissed."

John blurted out the words quickly, and Hermione, not quite understanding at first, nodded.

However, she quickly regained her senses, her face flushed red, and her hand unconsciously loosened its grip.

"You idiot, who asks such an embarrassing question..."

Hermione blushed, feeling that John was making fun of her, and pretended to hit him.

However, John, who had broken free of his restraints, grabbed him with a backhand grab.

He grabbed both of Hermione's hands and pressed her down onto the sofa.

He immediately tackled her to the ground.

"Didn't you say it was something only the two of us should know?"

John pressed down on Hermione, leaning close to her and teasing her.

"What if someone overhears...?"

Hermione's ears turned bright red, and she simply stopped resisting, muttering something under her breath.

"So what if we hear it? We haven't done anything shameful, right?"

John said with a smile, and the more he spoke, the closer his face got to Hermione's.

Hermione unconsciously shifted her body slightly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were bright as she stared at John.

As if anticipating something.

Just as John was about to kiss her.

"Hermione, we're back."

The front door was suddenly opened, and the Grangers' voices came through.

Both of them stiffened, then quickly let go and got up from the sofa.

But it was too late.

Mrs. Granger stood there, stunned, at the doorway connecting the living room to the entryway, watching John hurriedly scramble off Hermione.

"Uh... Auntie... Good afternoon..." John scratched his head and greeted Mrs. Granger with a shifty look in his eyes.

"Mom... I, uh..." Hermione blushed, sat up straight, and stammered as she brushed her hair aside.

Just as the three of them were staring at each other in disbelief, Mr. Granger finally came in after changing his shoes.

"What's wrong? Is John here?"

When Mr. Granger walked in, he didn't notice the awkward atmosphere and started talking to John with a smile.

"Sit down, why are you standing?"

"Your aunt just bought a lot of groceries today, so let's have dinner here."

Mr. Granger put his arm around John's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Ah...okay...no, I mean, my mom wants me to come home for dinner tonight, so I won't bother her..."

"Hey, just give me a call and it'll be fine, it's settled then."

John wanted to refuse and slip away, but Mr. Granger didn't give him a chance to refuse.

"......All right."

In the end, John had no choice but to stay, even though he felt it was a difficult decision.

Mrs. Granger, who was standing to the side, finally regained her smiling expression, as if she hadn't seen anything. She simply patted Hermione's shoulder gently and said, "Hermione, come and help your mother."

Hermione walked silently toward the kitchen with her head down, the blush on her ears still lingering.

Then Mrs. Granger gave John a meaningful look and smiled slightly.

John, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, sat down on the sofa with Mr. Granger and chatted with him.