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

Inside Hagrid's cabin.

Hermione sat on the small sofa, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands.

Her eyes were slightly red, clearly she had just been crying.

Hagrid sat across from her, comforting Hermione.

"It's okay, Hermione. Ron is just too attached to his pet. Sooner or later, he'll realize that you're more important than the rat."

Hagrid's hair and beard were a mess, clearly indicating he hadn't taken care of them recently.

In fact, Hagrid's current situation is not very good.

He had just gone through a trial, and although Dumbledore saved him, his good friend Buckbeak did not.

He's been trying to find a way to exonerate Buckbeek, but he doesn't know anything about these things.

He even had to ask Hermione for help and to write his defense.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I feel much better."

You look much more haggard.

Hermione had cried and confided in everyone, and her mood had finally calmed down a lot. She looked at Hagrid with some heartache.

"Oh, it's okay, I'm fine, child."

Hagrid waved his hand, forced a smile, and then lowered his head dejectedly.

The two remained silent for a long while.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, I'll do my best to gather a defense that's favorable to Buckbeak, and Professor Dumbledore will help you too."

"Bakbik will definitely be fine."

Hermione then comforted Hagrid, to which Hagrid merely forced a smile.

"Thank you, Hermione. You're such a good girl."

Then there was another silence.

They all had their own worries and troubles, so they just sat there silently, lost in thought.

knock knock knock.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The two exchanged a glance, and Hagrid stood up first.

He smiled again and said with a grin, "It must be Harry and Ron. I knew they would come looking for you."

"Hermione, you really need to have a serious talk with Ron, lest you fall out with him again."

Hermione paused for a moment, then nodded.

She still held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping that Ron would come looking for her.

Then she could lower her head slightly and apologize properly.

She really didn't want to argue every day anymore.

With a creak, the old wooden door opened.

"Huh? You are...?"

Hagrid's puzzled voice rang out.

Hermione looked hopefully towards the door, but then froze.

The person outside the door was neither Ron nor Harry.

Instead, it was John, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

He was supporting himself on his knees, looking like he was about to collapse.

In fact, he was almost exhausted. After running around the castle and then following Crookshan here, he was about to collapse.

But when he saw Hermione, he smiled with delight.

"Ha, Hermione... I've finally found you."

John forced an awkward smile and said breathlessly.

"You seemed a bit down... so I thought I'd come find you... but it seems I'm too late... haha, so, are you alright now...?"

Seeing Hermione's slightly red eyes, John knew that Hermione had just cried and that he was too late.

That's good, though. Hermione probably didn't want anyone to see her crying, and she seems to have calmed down by now.

Hermione did indeed calm down.

However, after seeing John's panting, worried expression, and the undisguised joy he felt when he found her...

Hermione's heart was stirred by an unprecedented wave of emotion.

"John, what are you doing here...?"

Hermione put down her hot tea and slowly walked to the door.

Her eyes flickered, and her tone carried an elusive undertone.

"Ah... I, uh, I was worried about you. I looked for you all over the school but couldn't find you. In the end, it was Daju who brought me here."

John scratched his head and said with a slightly embarrassed smile.

The orange cat also meowed at its feet, as if it were asking for praise.

Hagrid looked her up and down before saying, "So you're Hermione's friend. Come in and have a seat, have some tea and relax."

"Thank you, Professor Hagrid."

John then remembered that there was a little giant named Hagrid standing nearby, and quickly said something.

Hearing John address him by his name, Hagrid was coaxed like a baby and invited him in with a smile.

John was quickly led inside and sat down next to Hermione, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and rest his feet.

Just then, Hagrid handed him a cup of hot tea, which John thanked and accepted.

Having run quite a distance, John was already incredibly thirsty, so he didn't pay attention to the temperature of the tea and gulped it down.

The result—"Pfft!"

It's so hot!!

John spat out the hot tea with a "pfft" as soon as it entered his mouth.

It sprayed directly onto Hagrid's body.

"..."

"No... cough cough cough! Sorry cough cough!"

Seeing that he had caused trouble, John was anxious to apologize, but he hadn't spat out all the tea in his mouth, and he choked as soon as he opened his mouth.

Hermione had been silently gazing at John ever since he came in, lost in thought.

Looking at John's actions now, I suddenly found myself laughing again.

He reached out and gently patted John's back to help ease his cough, saying helplessly.

"Why are you so impulsive? Nobody's going to get angry with you."

It's funny, just a few days ago I was praising John's composure to Professor McGonagall, unlike other children who are impulsive and reckless.

Today, she saw another side of John.

But for some reason, he's not annoying; in fact, he makes you want to take care of him.

Finally, John caught his breath and sat up straight.

"Excuse me, Professor Hagrid, I've soiled your clothes."

"Hehe, it's alright, child. These clothes weren't exactly clean to begin with."

"...Uh, really..."

Hagrid waved his hand dismissively at John's apology and said with a smile.

Hearing that John had run around the school looking for Hermione out of concern, Hagrid developed a liking for John.

At least he's a good kid.

John picked up the hot tea again, blew on it, and then drank it.

"Mmm! Good tea!"

John didn't really know if it was good or not, but he just praised it anyway.

Sure enough, Hagrid patted his belly with a cheerful smile.

It seems that Professor Hagrid is a pretty good person.

This somewhat changed John's previous impression.

"Um, by the way, Hermione, are you... alright?"

After recovering, John looked at Hermione beside him again, organized his thoughts, and slowly asked.

She was afraid that she might accidentally remind Hermione of unpleasant things.

Hermione looked at John's cautious yet concerned expression, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

She smiled and rested her chin on her hand, turning her gaze to John as she teased him.

"Hmm... everything was fine then, but now something's wrong again~"

Upon hearing this, John blinked in surprise. What did he mean by "nothing was wrong before, but now something is wrong"?

Do you think I'm the one causing you trouble?

Hermione noticed John's bewildered expression and found it amusing.

He reached out and ruffled John's hair; it was soft and bouncy, and felt very comfortable to touch.

"You'd better take responsibility!"

Hermione murmured.

John didn't hear clearly and could only let Hermione rub his hair.

Thinking to myself, "Girls' thoughts are just unpredictable..."

Hagrid was also pleased to see this.

He also felt sorry for Hermione, this stubborn and unyielding child.

Now that someone cares about her, it seems there's nothing to worry about.

"It's almost time, why don't you stay for lunch?"

Hagrid clapped his hands and addressed the two men.

Hermione shuddered inexplicably when she heard Hagrid mention lunch, and tried to find an excuse to refuse.

But John exclaimed with a look of novelty.

"Okay, okay, thank you for your help, Professor Hagrid."

Hermione whispered, "You'll regret this."

"Just kidding, I never regret what I do!"

In the afternoon, the school hospital had one more patient with a stomach ailment.