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

John was dragged along by Hermione until they reached the covered bridge in the backyard, where they finally stopped.

Hermione, panting with her hands on her knees, still had the afterglow of excitement on her face; she felt a sense of liberation, as if she had cast aside all constraints.

She had long wanted to give Malfoy and his two companions a good beating, but she had kept it to herself due to school rules and upbringing.

Now, under John's leadership...

She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hermione, those kicks you gave me were even harder than mine."

John couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Hermione's happy expression.

"Cough, no, don't talk nonsense."

"Also, I'm not usually like that."

Hermione held up a finger and pointed it at John's nose.

"Forget about it all."

John laughed again at his adorable appearance.

"Don't worry, Hermione, I will definitely spread the word about your bravery."

"You dare, you stinky John!"

When Hermione saw that John still dared to tease her, she pretended to be angry and punched John on the shoulder.

Ouch, it doesn't hurt.

John gasped, but gave him a look that said, "You haven't eaten?"

Hermione laughed in exasperation upon seeing this.

The two were playfully fighting on the covered bridge, the afterglow of the setting sun casting a warm glow on them.

When they finally finished playing around, the two leaned against the railing of the covered bridge to rest while looking at the sunset in the distance.

After what just happened, Hermione's mood has improved a lot.

As she tidied her hair, which was a little messy from running, she gazed at the golden sunset in a daze.

At that moment, Hermione suddenly spoke softly, as if talking to herself.

"John, would you hate Miss Know-It-All?"

John paused for a moment, then looked at Hermione beside him.

The setting sun shone on her face, and a gentle breeze ruffled her hair.

She gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, a faint smile playing on her lips.

John paused for a moment, then looked up at the horizon, a gentle smile on his lips, and said softly.

"If Miss Know-It-All is willing to share her troubles with me in the future, instead of bearing them alone, then I think I would really like her."

Hearing John's words, Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush unconsciously rose on her cheeks.

John wasn't finished speaking.

"You know what Hermione does?"

"Back when I was in Muggle school, I was honest and unassuming, never competing or fighting, just a nobody."

"But even so, there are still people who want to make a name for themselves and cause trouble for someone as insignificant as me."

"People like that can be found everywhere."

"So it's not that Miss Know-It-All is disliked, but rather that some shady people can't stand the brave, straightforward, intelligent, and generous Miss Know-It-All."

John's words, carried on the gentle breeze, brushed against Hermione's heart, dispelling a trace of gloom in her soul.

A warm feeling welled up in Hermione's heart, along with a bittersweet one.

She was born into a Muggle family.

To prove that she was no less capable than so-called pure-blood wizards, she studied relentlessly.

But her efforts did not earn her respect.

Her willingness to generously share her knowledge has ironically earned her the nickname "Annoying Know-It-All Miss".

But she never backed down because of what others said; instead, she walked her own path with even greater determination.

She understood that these people were inferior to her and jealous of her, which was why they used those vile words to cover up their own incompetence.

At the same time, she also tried her best to control herself and not care about those boring nicknames.

She thought she could keep being strong like this forever.

But when John described her as brave, straightforward, intelligent, and generous.

She felt a gentle touch on the softest part of her heart, and her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

"Thank you, John."

Hermione's voice was soft, with a slight sob in it.

John turned to her, smiled slightly, and said, "You're welcome, dear Miss Know-It-All."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh as the sun gradually sank below the horizon, painting the sky with a gentle orange-pink hue.

Just like a young girl's cheeks, it exudes youthful shyness and gentleness.

......

The next morning.

The rain fell like a waterfall, and the wind howled incessantly.

The entire sky was shrouded in a thick layer of gray-black.

John ended his morning exercise in a disheveled state.

Yes, even in such terrible weather, Professor Flitwick did not allow John to rest.

When he returned to the dormitory, he found that Ryan and Ethan were already up.

Today is Saturday, so they shouldn't be up this early.

"John, you're finally back."

Upon seeing John return, Ryan, who had just found his raincoat, immediately called out to John.

"Why are you all up so early today, it's Saturday?"

John asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Didn't I tell you? There's an official Quidditch match today, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff."

"Of course we should go see it together!"

John was taken aback upon hearing this.

"This weather? Quidditch?"

John pointed to the raging wind and rain outside the window and asked in astonishment.

"hold head high!"

However, they seemed to take it all for granted.

"What does Quidditch have to do with the weather? Rather, it's precisely this kind of weather that makes Quidditch even more captivating!"

"Stop dawdling and hurry up and bring your raincoat. We'll go to the stadium to get seats after we finish eating."

Ethan tossed the raincoat to John and urged him on.

Seeing how enthusiastic they were, John was a little infected by their enthusiasm.

Watching Quidditch in this kind of stormy weather seems quite interesting, huh?

John quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and left the dormitory with the two men, running towards the auditorium.

Titus was already waiting for them at the table.

"Eat up, guys, let's go watch Quidditch after we finish eating."

Titus said to the group while swinging the bread in his hand.

John looked around the rest of the hall with curiosity and noticed that there were many people there today, and everyone had brought some rain gear, so it seemed that they were all going to watch Quidditch.

These formal Quidditch matches are definitely much more exciting than the usual practice matches.

"Um?"

"Sister Luna, why are you wearing a lion's head?"

John then noticed Luna wearing a golden lion head mask as she slowly walked towards them.

"This is naturally for supporting Gryffindor. Do you like it? I can give it to you."

Luna touched the lion head mask on her head and smiled slightly at John.

"Aren't we Ravenclaws?"

"Who says Ravenclaw can't support Gryffindor?"

Hearing John's words, Luna smiled and asked in return.

John was momentarily speechless; it seemed there really wasn't a rule.

Luna smiled and gently removed the lion head mask, handing it to John: "Put this on, I think you'll like Gryffindor."

John took the lion head mask, glanced at Ryan and the others with slight hesitation, and they all jokingly urged him to put it on.

They had an air of enjoying watching the drama unfold.

Well, this is a rare opportunity, so I'll just treat it as a chance to experience the local culture and customs of Gryffindor.

John put on the hood, and Ryan and the others immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, John, you're starting to look a bit like Orange now, hahaha."

"Let's race with that dead fish face again, hahaha, exactly the same!"

"..."

John rolled his eyes in exasperation.

Sure enough, when you make a fool of yourself, your best buddy is always the one laughing the hardest.