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

The next morning, John slept until he naturally woke up.

It's great not having to get up early for a passionate sparring session with Professor Flitwick.

He stretched lazily, sat up, and vaguely heard noises outside.

Has Hermione gotten up so early?

"Meow..."

Click click click.

Just then, the sound of Big Orange scratching at the door came from outside.

John got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and went to the door.

After opening the door, I saw the big orange cat scratching at the door frame with its paws.

When the orange cat saw John, it lazily meowed and then elegantly walked into the hall with its tail held high.

John was speechless. Was the cat deliberately trying to wake him up?

After Orange left, Hermione's voice came from the hall.

"Crooked Hill, did you wake John?"

"Meow..."

The orange cat let out a lazy meow.

It turns out that Hermione specifically sent it to wake John up.

When John walked into the hall, he saw Hermione holding a spatula and wearing an apron.

John couldn't help but take a second look; he hadn't expected Hermione to have such a homey vibe.

Hermione smiled when she saw John.

"Good morning, John. I've prepared breakfast. I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen without permission."

"I'll have to try your breakfast before I can decide whether I mind or not."

John leaned against the wall of the corridor and said, half-jokingly.

Are you questioning my cooking skills?

Hermione raised her eyebrows, put one hand on her hip, and looked at John.

"Besides my parents, you are the first person to taste my cooking."

"If you dare say it doesn't taste good, I'll crack your skull open."

As she spoke, Hermione waved her little fist, pretending to threaten her.

Hey, you!

Why are they forcing people to buy or sell?

John shook his head and chuckled. When he returned after washing up, Hermione had already set out breakfast.

I must say, it actually looks pretty convincing.

"Yes, some of my skill is in there."

John looked at the exquisite breakfast and nodded.

Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically upon hearing this.

"Stop talking nonsense and try it."

John nodded, picked up his fork, and popped the sunny-side-up egg that Hermione had carefully prepared into his mouth in one bite.

He swallowed it in two quick gulps.

Then, with the force of a whirlwind, it swept up all the breakfast from the other plates.

He finished the last two sips of milk.

John wiped his mouth and then gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, Yang Mi!"

Actually, he didn't really discern anything special about the taste; he just thought it was a really good breakfast.

Hermione: "..."

Indeed, it was my mistake to expect John to savor the food carefully and then offer his opinion...

Hermione sighed, somewhat speechless, and rubbed her forehead.

But seeing John pat his belly with a satisfied look on his face, she couldn't help but smile again.

This must be the highest praise John could give for this breakfast.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

Hermione said this while slowly eating her breakfast.

"Okay, okay."

John nodded with a smile; it would be best if someone fed him.

Hermione chuckled softly at his expression before continuing.

"But you have to come out with me later. We're running low on groceries at home, so let's go shopping together."

Upon hearing this, John realized that there really wasn't much left in the house.

Since no one has been home for a while, the food left behind are all items that can be stored for a long time.

I can't make any fancy dishes.

This is a good opportunity to get some fresh ingredients and fruits.

John nodded.

"No problem, the weather's nice today, let's go for a walk."

Hermione readily agreed to John's suggestion.

It snowed all night last night, but today it's sunny and bright, it's really a nice day.

......

After breakfast.

After clearing the table together, the two changed into thick coats and went out together.

The streets were covered with a blanket of white snow, and the sunlight shone on it, reflecting a dazzling light.

The snow on the trail had been cleared early in the morning, leaving a narrow path in the middle, with thick snow on both sides.

Hermione squinted, tilting her head back to feel the warmth of the sunlight on her face.

"How wonderful, the sky is clear after the snow, John..."

Feeling the sunlight on her skin, Hermione was in a good mood and turned to say something to John.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw John standing next to the snowdrift, holding a snowball high, about to throw it at me.

"Well..."

John paused, not expecting Hermione to suddenly turn around.

The two stared at each other for a second, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Seeing that his plan to ambush had been discovered, John immediately stopped what he was doing and pretended to be nonchalant.

"Wow, Hermione, this snow is so white!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips, clearly unconvinced.

"Really? Then let me see how white you are."

Hermione held out her hand to John, gesturing for him to hand her the snowball.

"..."

Although reluctant, John handed over the snowball he was holding.

Hermione caught the snowball, squeezed it gently, and then tossed it to John.

With a thud, the snowball hit John squarely in the face.

John was caught off guard and hit squarely, falling backward into the snowdrift and kicking up a cloud of snowflakes.

Hermione couldn't help but laugh when she saw John's disheveled appearance.

John lay motionless in the snowdrift, staring at the sky with a deadpan expression.

"How is it, John? Snow white, isn't it?"

Hermione, with her hands in her pockets, walked to John's side.

John blinked, and Hermione's little head peeked out from under the azure sky.

She looked at John with a smug smile.

The sunlight shone on her hair, as if gilding it with a layer of gold.

Hermione was wearing a beige coat and a light gray scarf today, which made her look even more gentle and graceful.

Sunlight filtered through her hair, swaying in the breeze, making her look like a beautiful snow sprite.

John stared at her, momentarily dazed, and subconsciously replied.

"Hmm...it looks good."

Hermione tilted her head in surprise. "What's so pretty? Didn't I ask if it's snow-white or not?"

But she immediately noticed that John seemed to be staring intently at her face. Could it be that he was saying...?

Hermione paused slightly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

John realized he had let something slip and quickly looked away.

"Ah... I mean, this snow is indeed quite white."

John sat up, brushed the snow off his clothes, and said in a serious tone.

Hermione's lips curled up slightly as she looked at John's guilty expression, her eyes full of amusement.

She didn't call out John's words; she put her hands behind her back, turned around, and walked towards the sunlight.

"Alright, let's hurry up, or all the fresh ingredients will be gone."

Hermione took a few quick steps forward, turned back to look at John, and said with a smile.

John watched Hermione's retreating figure, feeling a little strange; Hermione seemed to be in a very good mood.