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

"How are you feeling? Is your stomach any more comfortable?"

In the afternoon, Hermione sat by John's bedside and asked him a question.

"I won't die," John said, waving his hand.

"nonsense."

"..."

Hermione pulled a book out of her bag and sat down on John's bed to read.

Ultimately, John went to Hagrid's cabin because of her.

It was because of her that they suffered.

So Hermione naturally stayed by John's side.

"Hermione, I'm actually fine."

"Mrs. Pomfrey said I should take the medicine again tonight and rest for the night. You don't need to stay here with me."

John looked at Hermione beside him and said.

He hoped she could go about her own business and didn't need to stay with him.

"It's okay, there's no one at the school hospital today anyway, so it'll be quiet and I can read."

"You go to sleep, I'll watch mine."

However, Hermione smiled and said calmly.

"oh."

Then, the two fell silent for a while.

Inside the school hospital, only the rustling sound of Hermione turning the pages of her book could be heard.

Birds occasionally land outside the window to rest.

The warm midday sun shone through the window into the room, bathing the two of them.

Don't tell.

I'm actually a little sleepy.

But John still didn't sleep. After thinking for a long time, he asked a question.

"Hermione, did you argue with Ron because Orange kept trying to catch his pet?"

Hermione was clearly taken aback by John's question, not expecting him to suddenly care about this.

After a moment of silence, Hermione spoke softly.

"Not entirely..."

Crook Hill was merely the fuse that ignited the conflict between them.

"Actually, we've had quite a few misunderstandings and conflicts between us for a long time." Hermione sighed, her gaze falling on the pages of the book, but she didn't actually read it.

"I see."

The two fell silent for a moment.

John glanced at Hermione by the bedside, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Hermione, I think sometimes communication is more important than anything else."

"Don't blame me for being blunt."

As the saying goes, "Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner."

"It's definitely wrong for an orange tabby to bite someone's pet."

"Even if we can't control them, we still have to admit our mistakes in terms of attitude."

Hermione understood John's words perfectly well.

She was just too proud to admit it, and Ron's attitude made her very unhappy.

That's why she stubbornly refused to apologize and let things go unchecked.

"Maybe all they want is an attitude."

"After all, a mouse can only live for three or four years at most, which is no match for you, my classmate and friend for the next seven years."

"If you talk things out properly, you can always resolve the conflict."

John continued speaking, but Hermione suddenly interrupted him.

"That rat has lived for more than ten years."

"what?"

This time it was John's turn to be stunned. What kind of rat could live for more than ten years?

"That's a magical creature?"

"No, it's just an ordinary mouse."

"That doesn't make sense, how could an ordinary rat live that long?"

"How would I know?"

"..."

John fell silent after hearing those words.

Wait, that doesn't seem to be the main point.

"Since it's the mouse that's been with him for over ten years, that only further demonstrates its importance to Senior Ron."

"If you really want to reconcile with Senior Ron, perhaps you'll have to humble yourself first..."

John said tactfully.

He could tell that Hermione still cared about Ron; it was because she had argued with someone she cared about that she was upset.

Perhaps Hermione was also waiting for a stepping stone, or an opportunity, but it didn't come.

But if Hermione really wants to salvage her friendship with Ron, she must first make concessions, since she is indeed in the wrong in this matter.

If John had offered Hermione this advice before today, Hermione would probably have been unhappy.

Because if she took the initiative to back down, she would feel that she was less important to Ron than a mouse.

But now, Hermione suddenly realized that what John said made a lot of sense.

She didn't want to waste any more time and energy on those pointless arguments.

Now she has things she wants to focus on more.

After hearing John's words, Hermione smiled and suddenly felt like teasing him.

So she rested her chin on her hand and turned to look at John.

"John, why are you so concerned about my affairs?"

"Well....."

John fell silent at these words.

Yes, why should I worry about so much?

John adopted a thoughtful expression.

Hermione was quite looking forward to seeing if John would give her another answer that would win her heart.

After all, he had already made his heart flutter twice today.

As a result, I waited for ages.

"You're right, I've been meddling too much."

Hermione: "?"

John did some mental preparation.

His first thought was that Hermione was annoyed with him.

My second thought was that he was indeed quite annoying.

Seniors usually dislike being told what to do by juniors, and I did seem to be telling Hermione what to do just now.

Hermione could tell from John's expression that he had misunderstood her.

He took a deep breath and then sighed helplessly.

"I understand. I'll apologize to Ron. Are you satisfied now?"

"what?"

John looked at Hermione in surprise.

"What the hell? Shut up and get some rest!"

Hermione punched John's thigh in annoyance, glared at him, and then continued reading.

John, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered.

What happened? Did I misunderstand?

Girls' thoughts are really hard to guess.

However, it's ultimately a good thing that Hermione is willing to admit her mistake and take the initiative to back down.

Oh dear, I've done another good deed.

Delicious.

John happily closed his eyes.

Before long, he drifted off to sleep.

Hermione looked at John's sleeping face, a slight smile playing on her lips, her mind wandering.

......

John opened his eyes again.

It was already afternoon.

The sunlight streaming in through the window had already turned yellowish, and the school hospital was quiet.

Only a steady breathing sound could be heard.

John tilted his head slightly to look at the side of the bed.

Hermione was asleep by his bedside, with a book beside her.

Her brown, tousled hair fell casually across her face, swaying slightly with her breath.

A beam of warm, yellowish sunlight shone on her cheeks and stray hairs.

Hermione's lining sparkled.

Looking at Hermione's sleeping face, John, as if possessed, reached out and brushed away the stray hairs from her face.

The little girl has a rather unique appearance.

John smiled slightly.

A person's mental age changes gradually with changes in the environment.

Although he was already in his early twenties before he transmigrated to this world.

But in this world, he lived carefree as a child again for eleven years.

So instead of improving his mental age, he is becoming more and more like a teenager, and occasionally he will feel a fleeting attraction to some members of the opposite sex around him.

He didn't dislike this feeling.

He really enjoys this vibrant age.

Especially in this fantastical magical world, it gives him even more motivation to do meaningful things.

Perhaps startled by John's movements, Hermione, who was lying by the bed, twitched her eyelashes.

Slowly opened his eyes.

John, who was lost in thought, didn't notice immediately.

Hermione watched helplessly as John touched his face.

This caused her brain to temporarily shut down.

What is John doing?

He...

Hermione had a sudden thought and closed her eyes again, pretending she wasn't fully awake.

John was lost in thought for a moment, but finally came to his senses.

I just acted like a pervert.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, but only halfway, perhaps out of curiosity.

John reached out and gently patted Hermione's head again.

"Hmm, so cute."

John nodded, offering an objective assessment.

Only then did he withdraw his hand, satisfied.

Then he picked up the wand that he had placed on the bedside table, silently cast a spell, and gently waved it.

On the empty hospital bed next door, a soft sheet floated up and gently covered Hermione.

It's already autumn, so it wouldn't be good to catch a cold.

After doing all this, John stopped what he was doing, leaned against the headboard, and picked up Hermione's book to read.

What he didn't notice was that Hermione, who was lying next to his bed, was now blushing so deeply that her face was practically bleeding.

He not only touched her face, but also her head, and praised her for being cute.

This is outrageous! I'm clearly the older sister!

No, that's not the point.

The key point is that John treated me this way, could it be that he...?

Hermione did have some different feelings for John than before, but that was all. After all, John was still a little brother in her eyes, and she needed to raise him for a while longer.

But now, John's bold move has left her somewhat at a loss.

Perhaps John wasn't as naive as she imagined?

The more she let her mind wander, the more her heart pounded uncontrollably, and her cheeks grew increasingly hot.

Fortunately, she heard John turning the pages of a book.

She secretly opened her eyes a crack.

John's face was obscured by the books, so she could no longer be seen.

Hermione then breathed a silent sigh of relief.

It took Hermione a while to feel the heat on her face subside.

Pretending to have just woken up, she let out a soft moan and sat up.

Hermione rubbed her eyes, trying to appear calm and conceal her inner turmoil.

"Hey, good morning, Hermione."

Seeing Hermione wake up, John jokingly greeted her with a smile.

Hermione was trying hard to suppress her shyness and not give herself away.

After seeing the boy in the warm sunshine give her a gentle, sunny smile, she could no longer hold back.

A faint blush rose to her cheeks.

Fortunately, her face was also bathed in warm sunlight, so it wasn't very noticeable.