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

After introducing Hermione and Luna to each other, they quietly began watching Quidditch.

Although John didn't know much about the sport, he could still figure out some of the tricks of the trade.

"Hmm... why do I always feel like our house's Quidditch level isn't as high as the Gryffindor we watched last week?"

After watching for a while, John gave his assessment.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, John. The people of Ravenclaw are really amazing."

Luna, who was standing to the side, said with a smile.

"In fact, Ravenclaw is no weaker than us Gryffindor. Right now, they are just sparring and training new players."

Hermione, on the other side, spoke slowly.

John nodded knowingly.

"By the way, John, Professor Hodge said you're very talented, right? Why don't you join them and win a Quidditch Cup for our school?"

At this point, Luna suddenly smiled at John and said...

"No, I'm really not suited for this stuff, and I'd rather use this time to learn more spells."

John quickly waved his hand upon hearing this.

Listening to their conversation, Hermione realized that John was actually very talented with flying broomsticks.

"That's not entirely true. If Quidditch plays well, he can join a professional team after graduation, which might be a good option."

Hermione also said to John that if he really had the talent, maybe he could try to develop it.

There will be another way out in the future.

But John shook his head; to gain a foothold in this fantastical world of magic, might makes right.

"If you play Quidditch well, you might have a lot of fans, and girls will send you love letters every day," Hermione added with a smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Seeing John's unwavering resolve, Hermione suddenly decided to tease him and try to seduce him with fame and beauty.

"Oh? Really? Then I'll have to give it a try."

Upon hearing this, John didn't even bother to pretend; he immediately revealed his greedy and greedy nature.

"..."

Hermione was speechless.

Luna, standing to the side, covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Hermione couldn't help but retract her previous assessment; perhaps John wasn't so honest after all...

Perhaps it was because they spent more time together that Hermione gradually discovered that John wasn't as old-fashioned as he seemed on the surface.

Sometimes, he still shows a funny and cute side, just like a teenager.

Of course, it's also possible that this is a side of her that she only shows to people she's familiar with.

"But jokes aside, to be honest, it's better to be a popular star and train Quidditch here every day."

"I'd much rather go to the library with Hermione and quietly read and study."

John suddenly changed the subject, chuckled, and said...

Hearing this, Hermione looked at John's profile and blinked, surprised that John would think that way.

"Hermione, I haven't had a chance to thank you yet. The study methods you taught me at the library last time were really helpful."

John suddenly turned his head and smiled at Hermione.

Hermione was caught off guard by John's straightforward words and sudden gratitude.

"...That's nothing special, it's the result of your own hard work."

Hermione turned her face away awkwardly, speaking in a nonchalant manner.

If you could see Hermione's face, you would notice that her expression is not natural.

She pursed her lips, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, trying hard to suppress it.

Clearly, John's words pleased Hermione greatly, and even her little face flushed slightly.

John, however, was completely oblivious to this, scratching his head and laughing.

"Haha, not entirely, Sister Luna helped me a lot too."

Hermione: ?

Hermione paused upon hearing John's words, but John, oblivious, continued speaking.

"Sister Luna's understanding of transfiguration is also very interesting, and she has provided me with a lot of help in the past."

"If it weren't for Sister Luna's help, I really wouldn't know what to do."

John had just finished praising Hermione, and before Hermione could even catch her breath, he suddenly turned around and started praising Luna.

"Thank you for the compliment, John."

Luna appeared much calmer in response to John's praise, and gave him a bright smile.

Hermione, who was standing to the side, seemed lost in thought. She slowly turned her head, her face now expressionless, and stopped talking, quietly watching the match.

John didn't know why, but Hermione suddenly became unwilling to talk to him.

......

They spent the morning watching Quidditch, and soon it was noon.

Even though they were reluctant, Ryan and the others had no choice but to leave.

It was only on their way back that they discovered that Luna and Hermione were standing next to John.

However, they wisely kept quiet and simply greeted each other before launching into a Quidditch conversation that John couldn't understand.

The group had just entered the castle and were thinking of going to the Great Hall for lunch.

Suddenly, a familiar scene appeared before John's eyes again.

A large orange cat was chasing a large rat.

However, this time there were two boys chasing after them, Harry and Ron, whom we had seen before.

"Hermione! Tell your stupid cat to stop!"

Ron had clearly noticed Hermione as well, and without paying attention to the others present, he directly berated Hermione loudly.

Hermione, who had finally managed to temporarily forget her troubles, immediately had her mood ruined again after Ron yelled at her in public.

But when the orange jujutsu passed by her feet, she stopped it and hugged it in her arms.

Ron jogged past Hermione, saying to her with displeasure, "Keep an eye on your stupid cat, Hermione."

Then he went to chase after his pet mouse.

Upon hearing Ron's words, Hermione closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then quickly left.

Harry glanced at Hermione on the left, then at the direction Ron had gone, and finally decided to chase after Ron.

He even nodded to John as he passed by.

This sudden farce left John and his friends looking at each other in bewilderment.

It was Luna who suddenly spoke up and enlightened John.

"John, are you really going to let a girl sulk and leave all by herself?"

"Ah, I understand. You guys go eat first, I'll be right back."

John immediately understood Luna's meaning and did not refuse.

Hermione didn't look like she was having a good time.

John had long considered Hermione a friend, so naturally he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

After saying that, John chased after Hermione in the direction she had gone.

......

Hermione's little feet moved so fast that John could only be delayed for a short while before he couldn't find her anymore.

This is truly bizarre.

He ran around the castle, but he didn't find Hermione; instead, he was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Meow~

Just as John was racking his brains about where to look, a familiar meow came from the distance.

John looked back and saw a big orange.

"A big orange?"

John immediately saw hope. Hermione had left carrying the orange tabby. Now that he could see the orange tabby, did that mean Hermione was nearby?

Thinking of this, John immediately went over and tried to pick up the big orange.

Suddenly, the orange cat turned and ran, stopping only at the corner of the corridor.

Then she turned back and meowed at John.

"Big Orange, are you showing me the way?"

John was taken aback at first, but he quickly realized what was happening.

I've heard that when a cat keeps turning back to look at people and meowing, but doesn't let them hold it, it's because it wants to take people somewhere.

John immediately followed.

Following the big orange cat, which turned left and right for quite a while, we ended up at the edge of the forbidden forest.

Big Orange ran straight toward Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, barking at John a few times along the way, as if signaling John to follow.

Although I've never been to this place before, it should be open to students.

John thought he should at least take a look, just in case Hermione was really there.

So he slowly walked to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door.