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

Sending these two away is easy to fool.

The one who's not easily fooled is here.

Hermione crossed her arms and casually walked over to John's side.

"John, you're quite the hidden talent! When did you and Professor Lupin discover Sirius and Little Dwarf?"

"So, you discovered it when you found it?"

John scratched his head and tentatively said.

?

Hermione blinked, then looked at John as if he were an idiot.

"Okay, actually it's around Halloween."

John couldn't stand Hermione's gaze any longer and said somewhat awkwardly.

"Halloween? Wasn't the night before when Sirius attempted to break into the Gryffindor common room?"

"You and Professor Lupin saw him the very next day after he appeared?"

Hermione recalled that the day before Halloween, which was Halloween night, was also the day Sirius Black appeared.

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"To be precise, we encountered Sirius Black in his black dog form the day before."

John briefly explained the whole story to Hermione.

After listening, Hermione also clarified some issues that she had previously discovered but had not investigated in depth.

For example, why did Crookshan keep staring at that mouse?

And the miniature spyglass that Ron gave to Harry—why does it beep every now and then? It's because they've noticed the mouse in Ron's hand, but they think the spyglass is broken.

And on the day of Quidditch, John's unusual behavior made her realize that he was hiding something from her.

But she didn't ask any more questions. In retrospect, John was probably also in a state of confusion at the time.

That's why I didn't tell anyone around me.

Well, if I had to say, she and John don't seem to have much of a relationship now, and there's no need for him to tell her if something happens.

Thinking about it this way, Hermione felt even worse...

She tossed her hair, no longer thinking about it. A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted towards John's nose, and she looked at him again.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Anyway, there will be official news in a few days."

"Barkbek's trial is in a month, and I'd like to visit Hagrid again sometime. Do you want to come?"

Upon hearing Hermione's invitation, John thought for a moment, and since he didn't seem to have anything else going on lately, he agreed.

So the two agreed to go to Hagrid's place together again next weekend.

After agreeing on a time to go to Hagna, John suddenly saw Big Orange slowly walking around the corner. Remembering that Big Orange was still hanging out with him, he said...

"By the way, Hermione, we can take the orange cat back now."

"Now that Ron doesn't have any mice to catch, you two won't be arguing anymore."

John thought Hermione would readily agree after he finished speaking, but for some reason, she paused for a moment before hesitantly speaking.

"...It's okay, Crookshan. It seems to like being with you. Let it stay with you for now."

The orange cat, which had just walked to their feet, was stunned and looked at its owner in disbelief.

Master, if you don't want me anymore, just say so. When did I ever like this lewd two-legged beast?

John looked puzzled. Didn't she complain before that he had made the orange tabby dirty?

Why have you changed your mind now?

Perhaps noticing John and Crookshank's gaze, Hermione turned her face away somewhat guiltily.

"Anyway, you take good care of Crookshan for me. I'll come to check on it whenever I need to."

After saying that, Hermione left without looking back.

John and Orange were left completely bewildered.

They exchanged a glance.

"Big Orange, your owner really doesn't want you anymore."

After hearing this, the orange cat raised its paw and slapped John's leg a few times.

Tsk, this cat is just like its owner, acting strangely.

John had no choice but to take on the responsibility of caring for the orange cat once again, picking it up and holding it in his arms.

Big Orange didn't resist, as if it had completely given up, letting John hold it.

......

"John, are you going home for the Christmas holidays?"

In the days following Sirius Black's appearance, the Ministry of Magic released no information.

Gradually, no one paid any more attention to it.

Today, Titus suddenly asked John a question: whether he was going home for the Christmas holidays.

This holiday is actually similar to the winter vacation, lasting about a month.

Students who want to go home can take the Hogwarts Express home, and they can also take the train back when school starts.

"We're all planning to go home, why don't you come along too? You can all come to my house to play then."

Titus put his arm around John's shoulder, pointed at Ryan and Ethan, and said to him with a grin.

"Sure, but where do you live?"

John asked, stroking the large orange in his arms.

"It's right on the outer ring of London. You can take Muggle transport from King's Cross station."

John nodded. That's alright.

He didn't really care where he was going. Life at Hogwarts was interesting, but it would probably be even more interesting with his friends.

Moreover, he was also eager to see what a so-called pure-blood family was like.

So they agreed.

"Yes, I think my parents will agree."

Titus patted his belly happily after hearing this.

Ryan and Ethan also started discussing what to do during the holiday.

"Then I'll tell my dad in advance and ask him to treat you well."

With that, Titus took out paper and pen and began to write a letter.

When John saw Titus writing a letter, he felt as if he had forgotten something.

After thinking for a while, John suddenly asked a question.

"How do we usually receive replies when we send letters out of Hogwarts?"

"Of course, we'll have the owl that delivers the message bring it back."

Titus didn't even look up, and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

John then realized that he had forgotten something.

He sent a letter home during the first week of school, but he never received a reply and later forgot about it.

What's going on?

His parents don't want him anymore?

John hesitated for a moment, but decided to write another letter to ask them.

Are they still going to raise this son?

By the way, let me mention his Christmas holiday plans.

After they finished writing their letters, they went together to the owl's hut to mail them.

Titus had a pet owl, yellowish-brown, short and chubby, that bore a striking resemblance to Titus.

Its name is waffle, but John calls it Little Titus.

John found a communal owl, fed it some food, and then gave it the letter.

The owl picked up the envelope with its beak and flapped its wings in front of John.

It's as if it's expressing that we can set off at any time.

So John stretched out his hand and let the owl jump onto his arm, then took the owl outside the shed.

Looking up at the sky, John raised his hand, and the owl took off, carrying his letter away.