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

The sunset at Hogwarts is very beautiful.

The orange-red light shone on the castle's spires.

A gentle breeze swept across the lake, creating ripples of golden light.

John rubbed his shoulders as he watched the sunset with Hermione.

Hermione just punched him twice on the shoulder.

Ah, it doesn't hurt!

The two sat on a stone platform in an empty corridor.

After John's outburst, Hermione finally forgot about her afternoon's troubles.

Although John was also quite annoyed just now...

But at least Hermione doesn't dislike her.

After Hermione calmed down, she was finally willing to share her day's experiences with John.

It turns out that Hermione's crying was the old bat's fault again.

They were supposed to have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, but for some reason, Professor Lupin didn't come to teach.

Instead, Professor Snape took over the class.

In class, Professor Snape asked a question about the difference between werewolves and Animagus.

Hermione was the only one in the classroom who raised her hand to answer, but Snape deliberately ignored her.

Hermione couldn't help but speak up and answered Snape's question directly.

Instead of receiving praise, he was mocked by Snape as an annoying know-it-all and had 5 points deducted from Gryffindor's score.

This made Hermione cry.

Snape, to be honest, had absolutely no professional ethics.

John, having been the target of Snape's persecution for the past two months, understands Hermione's feelings very well.

"It's alright, Hermione, I'll help you pour his potion ingredients down the drain next time."

John patted his chest and said with a look of resignation.

Hearing John's words, Hermione couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

She reached out and ruffled John's hair.

"Don't end up getting yourself involved instead of helping me get revenge."

"It's alright! To deal with Professor Snape's various punishments, I already learned a bunch of practical magic from Professor Flitwick, so I'm not afraid."

John didn't resist Hermione's pat on the head, waving his hand dismissively.

"Pfft, are you an idiot?"

Hermione laughed when she heard John say that.

Everyone else is thinking about learning all sorts of powerful spells to show off, but John is different; he learns spells to cope with punishment.

Since it wasn't dinner time yet, and I had nothing else to do, I decided to have some time to myself.

They sat there chatting and relaxing.

But then, the voice of an uninvited guest suddenly rang out.

"Oh dear, isn't this that annoying know-it-all girl?"

A mocking voice came from the corner, where Malfoy leaned against the wall with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He was accompanied by two tall and burly henchmen.

"Oh, so you were flirting with your junior."

"She was just made to cry by Si Shou, and she immediately sought someone to comfort her? It's disgusting."

"However, pairing mud-type seeds with mud-type seeds is quite a good match."

Malfoy spoke sharply, his expression revealing no attempt to conceal his mockery and sarcasm.

His two henchmen also burst into laughter.

Hermione's hard-won smile turned cold once again.

Not only did they insult her, but they also called John a Mudblood. Hermione clenched her fists instantly.

"Malfoy, apologize to me right now!"

Hermione stood up abruptly, glaring angrily at Malfoy and shouting.

"Apologize?"

"Hahahaha."

Upon hearing this, Malfoy exchanged a glance with his two henchmen and burst into laughter, completely disregarding Hermione.

Seeing Malfoy's smug face, Hermione was so angry she wanted to pull out her wand and teach him a lesson.

Ok?

Just as Hermione was about to continue speaking...

She only saw that John had somehow jumped in front of Malfoy.

He was holding a baseball bat high in his hand.

Malfoy's expression changed from a hearty laugh to a look of utter terror.

Bang!

The baseball bat slammed into the wall behind Malfoy, the sound echoing throughout the corridor.

Malfoy's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he stumbled backward, bracing himself against the wall.

If that stick hit me on the head, my skull would be split open.

Even his two henchmen were so frightened that they backed away and distanced themselves from John.

"Apologize," John said calmly.

"You, you actually dare..."

Malfoy swallowed hard, finally snapping out of his daze. His eyes turned fierce yet cowardly as he tried to bolster his courage with more threats.

But then there was a crisp snap.

John slapped Malfoy across the face with such force that Malfoy's head snapped to one side.

Malfoy covered his face, a flash of shock and anger in his eyes.

He actually got slapped in the face by a first-grader?

Before he could speak again, John grabbed his arm, turned him around, and slammed Malfoy to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Malfoy let out a muffled groan and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ugh!!...You mudblood! I'm going to get my dad to fire you!"

He arched his back in agony, clutching his back with his hands behind his back, cursing incessantly.

But his voice sounded trembling at that moment.

John sneered and kicked Malfoy.

"Aaaaaah!!"

This made Malfoy howl in pain again.

"You guys better help me, you bastards!"

Malfoy cried out in pain to his two henchmen.

The two henchmen finally came to their senses, exchanged a glance, and immediately pounced on John.

Hermione, seeing this, realized what was happening and wanted to help.

However, John made a nimble move and tripped them both, causing them to fall on top of Malfoy.

Then John continued to raise his foot and kick, kicking all three of them at once!

"Muddy seed!"

"You know everything!"

"Fire me!"

"I work from 8 AM!!"

John kept kicking and spitting.

The three of them were kicked by John and unable to fight back, their screams echoing throughout the room.

It's definitely more satisfying to just put them on your feet.

If Hermione hadn't finally realized what was happening and quickly grabbed John's arm...

Otherwise, John could have kept kicking.

"John, stop hitting him, that's enough."

"If we keep hitting them, we'll attract the professor's attention."

Hermione called out anxiously.

Hearing Hermione's words, John reluctantly stopped, and sure enough, all the gloom of the past few days vanished in an instant.

"Hermione, why don't you kick her a couple of times? It'll make you feel better."

John smiled at Hermione beside him, looking refreshed.

Hermione was speechless; even after things had gotten this bad, they still had the mind to joke around.

However, there's some truth to that.

Hermione rushed over and kicked each of the three of them in the face.

They screamed and curled up in a ball, completely powerless to resist.

Hermione's eyes lit up after she kicked him.

"That really felt good."

Hermione smiled at John.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she immediately pulled John away from the place.

Anyway, they didn't use any spells, and there are no other witnesses in this area.

As long as they leave here, it won't matter if Malfoy complains to the headmaster afterwards.

After all, who would believe that the three of them were beaten down by a freshman?