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

"Let's go, let's go!"

As the train pulled into the station, Hermione's eyes lit up, and she grabbed John's hand and scrambled into the carriage.

The two boarded the train together and went to the reserved private room.

Although I used to take the train to Hogwarts once a year.

But this time they were going in a completely different direction, so Hermione found the things outside the window particularly fascinating.

The train slowly started moving, and the platform outside the window began to slide backward.

Hermione leaned against the window, watching the London street scene gradually disappear behind her.

Soon we arrived at a vast, white snowfield, nothing much to see.

So the two of them started planning their subsequent itinerary.

Hermione pulled a thick travel guide out of her bag, clearly having come prepared.

As expected of her.

"After arriving at the port, we'll take a boat directly to Bergen. We'll probably spend the night on the boat and watch the sunrise over the sea."

"After arriving in Bergen, take a day-long sightseeing train north. It is said that you can see snow-capped mountains and waterfalls along the way, and the scenery is particularly spectacular."

"Enter the Arctic Circle and arrive at Tromsø, which is one of the best places to see the aurora borealis."

"We can stay there for a week, and then just Apparate back."

Seeing Hermione's enthusiastic planning, John leaned back in his chair and watched her with a smile.

"I'll do whatever you say."

Hermione closed the travel guide with satisfaction, then opened another booklet about Norwegian folklore to see what interesting places there were to visit.

The train traveled smoothly across the snow-covered plains, occasionally passing through tunnels, with the light inside the carriages flickering.

When Hermione got tired of reading, she leaned on John's shoulder and closed her eyes for a nap.

Enjoying the tranquility and warmth of the journey.

By noon, they had arrived at the port city, where the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, rushed towards them.

Hermione took a deep breath, her spirits lifted.

After lunch, the two leisurely headed to the dock and boarded the ferry bound for Bergen.

The ferry was small but clean, and there weren't many passengers.

They booked a small cabin with a porthole, two beds side by side, and a view of the grey-blue sea outside the window.

As soon as Hermione boarded the ship, she couldn't wait to pull John to the bow to look at the sea.

The sea breeze was strong, making her hair fly wildly, but she didn't care and squinted at the place where the sea and sky met in the distance.

"It's so beautiful," she murmured, her voice carried away by the sea breeze.

John stood beside her, reaching out to tuck her wind-blown hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her slightly cool cheek.

Hermione turned to look at John, her face beaming with smiles.

"How about we take a trip like this every year from now on?"

"Okay, but next time it's my turn to plan the trip."

John smiled, and Hermione smiled too, her eyes curving into crescents: "Then I'll have to look forward to it."

......

Northern Norway.

Night falls earlier in Tromsø than in London.

It was just past three in the afternoon, and it was already completely dark.

But the darkness here doesn't feel oppressive.

Because it's far from the city, the starlight here is exceptionally dazzling, as if someone had scattered a handful of diamonds on the velvety night sky.

After a night's voyage and a day's train journey, they finally arrived at this small town within the Arctic Circle.

Although the journey was tiring, the scenery along the way did not disappoint them.

John and Hermione trudged through the soft snow, their breath quickly condensing into white mist in the air.

They were walking towards a small wooden house not far away.

That was the accommodation John had booked in advance.

A typical Nordic wooden house, its roof covered with thick snow, and warm yellow light shining through the windows.

Behind the house, a plume of white steam rose, indicating a geothermal hot spring.

The cabin was built specifically next to the hot spring.

"What luck! I didn't expect there to be a hot spring cabin that no one has booked."

Hermione, who was walking ahead, saw their little cabin and said with great joy.

"Yes, maybe Santa Claus specially saved them for us."

John followed behind Hermione, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips as he watched her cheerful steps.

"Hmph, looks like this Santa Claus knows how to handle things." Hermione glanced at John with a knowing smile as they arrived at the cabin.

John didn't respond to this, but simply smiled and pushed open the door of the cabin.

A wave of warmth washed over me, the firewood in the fireplace crackling and making the whole room cozy and comfortable.

The cabin wasn't large, but it was decorated with great care.

Thick reindeer hide rugs were laid on the wooden floor, a few candles sat on the windowsill, and several oil paintings depicting the aurora borealis hung on the wall.

In the corner was a large wooden bed covered with a thick down comforter.

As soon as Hermione came in, she eagerly took off her heavy down jacket, threw herself onto the bed, rolled around, and let out a satisfied sigh: "So comfortable~"

The fatigue of the journey seemed to be absorbed by this soft bed at this moment.

This is also one of the meanings of the journey: after a long and arduous journey, you finally arrive at a place where you can completely relax.

It can instantly bring you complete relaxation and satisfaction.

After quickly unpacking their luggage, the two finally relaxed.

John walked to the window and looked outside.

Outside the window, the snow-covered ground under the starlight shimmered with a faint blue light.

The distant mountain silhouettes were faintly visible in the night, and the whole world was so quiet that only the sound of burning firewood in the fireplace and the bubbling of the hot spring behind the house could be heard.

Even after experiencing so many landscapes and adventures in the magical world, one still can't help but stop and admire the scenery before them.

Hermione appeared behind John without him noticing and hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek against his broad back.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way, Hermione finally arrived at this cozy little nest, her voice filled with a hint of laziness and contentment.

"John, let's go to the hot springs together!"

Her little face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled with shyness and anticipation.

John turned around, gently put his arm around her waist, and laughed.

"What's the rush? Tonight is still a long night."

Hermione became even more embarrassed by his words and buried her face in John's arms.

Surprisingly, he didn't refute John's obviously flirtatious remark.

A cozy cottage, a romantic night sky, a steaming hot spring, and the person beside her who makes her heart flutter.

Everything is just right.

This allowed Hermione to relax more than ever before, letting down all her guard and rationality.

My mind and eyes are filled with the image of the person in front of me.

She tiptoed and gently kissed John on the lips, then blushed and turned to run towards the hot springs, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter.

John watched her cheerful figure as she walked away, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips. He slowly followed her.

The steam from the hot spring rose under the starlight, enveloping the two figures in the misty vapor.

The dazzling Milky Way stretches across the sky, seemingly hanging behind the endless mountains.

In the quiet of the night, only the sound of water lapping against the pool walls and the mingling of each other's breaths could be heard.