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

"Oh, Hermione, John, thank you so much."

Inside Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid held a book in his large hands, which was covered with Hermione's defense of Buckbeak and John's advice.

Their purpose in coming today is to discuss with Haig how to further exonerate Buckbeek.

Hagrid looked at the book in his hands and was deeply moved.

Hermione also kept encouraging Hagrid, telling him that things hadn't gotten to the worst point yet and urging him to cheer up.

John, on the other hand, looked around at the strange objects in Hagrid's hut like a curious child.

He saw a string of shimmering, silvery-white hairs hanging on the wall.

Hmm, this thing looks a bit like the tail hair of a unicorn described in the book.

No, it's more like it, since that thing is extremely rare and precious.

How could they possibly be hanging here in strings?

He then found several bright red feathers by the fireplace.

Huh? This thing wasn't burned by the fire? It looks a bit like the phoenix feathers described in the book.

John curiously reached out and picked up a feather, feeling its warmth against his skin.

After the flames of the fireplace dissipated, the fiery red sheen on the feathers slowly faded.

No way! This really does look like a phoenix feather!

John quickly put the feather back by the fireplace, and it soon regained its bright red color.

Then, the neatly stacked leather in the corner caught his attention.

This looks like leather made from dragon skin...

After a moment of silence, John got up and sat obediently next to Hermione.

He discovered that any single item in the house was worth more than he himself...

If he accidentally breaks something, he might not be able to afford to pay for it even if he sold it...

Hagrid, who was still talking to Hermione, noticed John's unusual behavior.

"What's wrong, John? Have you taken a fancy to something?"

"Pick whatever you like; those are just cheap things I picked up in the Forbidden Forest."

Hagrid immediately chuckled and said.

He really liked John, so he spoke up without hesitation.

John's forehead was filled with a big question mark when he heard this.

?

Found in the Forbidden Forest?

Surprised as he was, John asked for the unicorn tail hair almost without hesitation.

"Really? Then I want that white hair; it looks really good!"

You know, a single unicorn tail hair sells for 10 Galleons in Diagon Alley. A whole bunch of them would make him a millionaire instantly.

If Professor Hagrid doesn't care, then there's no need for him to pretend to be embarrassed.

"Sure, sure, that's unicorn hair. It's not very useful; I usually use it to weave carpets."

Hagrid chuckled and handed the tuft of tail hair to John.

Hearing Hagrid's words, John was startled again, looked at the yellowed carpet under his feet, and swallowed hard.

This must be the most valuable carpet he's ever stepped on in both of his lives combined...

Hermione, however, saw through John's greedy mind and snatched the unicorn hair from him.

"Can't."

Hermione, with her hands on her hips, spoke like a strict parent.

"This is a very precious item, how can you just take it like that? Hagrid, take it back right now."

As she spoke, Hermione stuffed the tuft of hair back into Hagrid's hands.

"What's the big deal, Hermione? If John likes it, just give it to him. I can always go back to the Forbidden Forest and find some more."

Hagrid said, somewhat puzzled.

"Exactly!"

John echoed this sentiment.

Hermione glared at John: "Shut up."

"...oh."

John obediently shut his mouth, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu, like his grandfather secretly slipping him pocket money in a past life, only to have his mother forcefully return it after discovering it...

Hagrid scratched his head and reluctantly put away the unicorn hair.

However, as he passed John, taking advantage of his size, he secretly plucked a tuft of unicorn tail hair and slipped it into John's hand.

He winked at John, who understood immediately and quickly stuffed the tuft of hair into his pocket; there were at least several dozen hairs in that tuft.

Then Hagrid turned around and went to make tea, although his actions just now made her a little suspicious.

But seeing that the unicorn hair was still in Hagrid's hand, he said nothing more.

Then she looked at John, who was sitting upright, pretending to be nonchalant.

Finally, Hermione sighed softly, "Unicorn fur is very precious. We can't make such requests so casually next time."

"Besides, having this thing in your hands might cause you trouble."

John nodded obediently. He naturally understood Hermione's concerns, but he also had his own thoughts.

Unicorn tail hairs can not only be sold for money, but also used as ingredients for potions.

He can simply save it up first, and use it directly if he needs money or this material in the future.

Yes, he should come and visit the Forbidden Forest when he has time.

Maybe we can pick up a little more.

No, we should follow Hagrid and collect the items with him. This will ensure our safety, increase our efficiency, and allow us to learn more about magical creatures—a win-win-win situation.

I'm a genius.

Thinking this way, John's mood improved.

He could almost see countless Galleons of the future beckoning to him.

......

I spent the morning at Hagrid's cabin.

John would wander around from time to time, sometimes running out to stroll around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and sometimes wandering into the pumpkin patch.

I was never idle; everything seemed new and exciting.

Hermione, on the other hand, kept talking to Hagrid about how to secure more opportunities for Buckbeak.

Before leaving at noon, Hagrid had intended to invite them to lunch again.

But then I remembered the last time John ended up in the school hospital because he ate his slug soup.

So Hagrid withdrew the idea.

After saying goodbye to Buckbeak, they left Hagrid's cabin.

John walked briskly, admiring the flowers and humming songs, skipping and jumping all the way.

Hermione shook her head as she watched him so overjoyed, but a smile crept onto her lips.

"John, you need to put those unicorn hairs in a bag and keep them safe so that no one else can see them."

"Don't worry, Hermione, I know... um?"

John was speaking with a smile, but he suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence.

He turned his head stiffly, looking into Hermione's eyes, which had already seen through everything.

"...You know?"

Hermione chuckled softly and walked past John.

"It was uncertain before, but it's certain now."

John: "..."

Oh no, I got too cocky.

John scratched his head awkwardly, gave an embarrassed smile, and quickly followed Hermione's pace.

Hermione didn't say anything more, just smiled, put her hands behind her back, and hummed a little tune.

He seemed to be in a pretty good mood, though I don't know what he was happy about.

The midday sun shone through the treetops onto the two of them, and a gentle breeze carried a sweet fragrance.

The boy followed closely behind the girl, looking embarrassed, while the girl would occasionally glance back at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

And so, the two of them walked one after the other toward the castle.