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

The two walked side by side on the path.

With Christmas approaching, the streets are filled with festive lights and decorations.

There were people dressed as Santa Claus handing out flyers, and the shop windows on both sides of the street were filled with exquisite Christmas gifts.

Ah, speaking of Christmas presents, he still has to prepare a gift for Hermione.

I don't know what she likes, or what to give her.

Should I give the wizard a trinket or a Muggle trinket?

Coincidentally.

They were both the only Muggle-born individuals in their respective circles, so they got along very well with each other, whether it was about the wizarding world or the Muggle world.

So even if you give her Muggle items, it shouldn't be a problem.

John walked along, pondering Hermione's preferences.

She is smart, practical, and loves learning. Instead of giving her some flashy little gifts, why not choose a book that she might be interested in?

John walked along, glancing at the shop windows along the street, hoping to find a gift that would please him.

while walking.

Duang!

John's head suddenly bumped into a lamppost on the side of the road.

hiss!

John gasped, wincing and clutching his forehead in pain.

"John?"

Hermione, who was also looking around, heard the noise and turned around.

Then I saw John lying next to a lamppost, clutching his head in pain.

I immediately understood what was going on.

"Serves you right for not watching where you're going."

Hermione smiled helplessly, reached out and pulled John's hand away from his head, examining his forehead.

Although it's just a little red, the pain from physical injury in the dead of winter is absolutely excruciating.

John waved his hand and said stubbornly.

"It's alright, Hermione, it's nothing serious."

With that, John continued walking forward.

Hermione watched his defiant figure and shook her head helplessly.

John, who was walking ahead, was once again pondering the question of Hermione's gift.

Suddenly he felt a warm sensation on his hand. He turned his head and saw that Hermione was holding his hand.

"There are so many people on the street, I'll hold your hand so we won't get lost."

"And this way, you can continue to look around without worrying about bumping your head."

Hermione looked at John, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and said...

John blinked, looking at Hermione's smiling face and feeling the softness and warmth in his hand.

I was incredibly tempted, which was quite pathetic.

John turned his head away somewhat awkwardly, gritting his teeth inwardly. Damn it, he'd actually gotten flirted with by her...

Stay calm, stay calm, don't give yourself away.

John coughed lightly, nodded as if nothing had happened, and then let Hermione lead him forward by the hand.

Hermione, however, had already noticed John's reaction, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

The two walked slowly down the street hand in hand.

Hermione's hands are soft and supple; holding them always makes you want to squeeze them.

Thinking this, John unconsciously stroked Hermione's little hand.

Hermione gently squeezed back, as if responding to John's little gesture.

yeah?

Is she really that good at it?

John's heart skipped a beat again. He stole a glance at Hermione and saw that she had a slight smile on her lips, looking like she had him completely under her thumb.

No, you can't sit still.

John suddenly saw a couple walking towards him, holding hands.

However, the way they held hands was an intimate way of interlocking their fingers.

John hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself and tried to slip his fingers between Hermione's fingers.

! !

As soon as John made a move, Hermione beside him visibly paused, and John could clearly feel her hand tremble slightly.

But Hermione did not dodge, letting John slowly insert his fingers between hers.

Huh? Why isn't there any response?

John glanced at Hermione again and noticed that although her cheeks were slightly flushed, her gaze remained calm as she stared ahead without the slightest sign of panic.

Are you really that calm?

John couldn't help but complain in his mind.

That being the case.

John no longer hesitated, and his fingers tightened slightly again.

Their hands slowly intertwined completely.

Hermione's body trembled slightly again, but she still did not break free.

John stole another glance at Hermione and finally spotted a hint of nervousness and shyness on her face.

Ha, you little brat, I can't handle you.

Wow, why is the weather suddenly so hot?

John was feeling quite pleased with himself when he belatedly realized that he was getting a fever.

Little did anyone know, his cheeks were also flushed red at that moment.

John was clearly no better at it.

The two walked hand in hand, their faces flushed, without saying a word.

Passersby would occasionally cast kind or curious glances at them, and some would even give John a teasing smile and a thumbs-up.

It's so good to be young.

......

After they finally bought what they needed at the market, they could no longer hold hands.

Because John's hands were full of things.

After returning home, they tacitly avoided mentioning what had happened that morning, pretending that nothing had occurred.

The two prepared lunch together in the kitchen, and then ate lunch chatting and laughing as usual.

The rest of the afternoon, they relaxed comfortably on the sofa, reading and chatting.

Hermione was covered with a warm blanket, while John was holding a living human hand warmer.

The two sat on either side of the sofa, each leaning against the armrest.

At this moment, John looked at the book about transfiguration in his hand, encountered a problem, and couldn't help but frown.

"Hermione, what's 'morphing frequency'?"

John pointed to a technical term in his textbook and asked Hermione on the other side.

Hearing John's question, Hermione thought for a moment and then answered.

"Deformation frequency, simply put, is the resonant frequency that exists in all things. Wait, isn't this knowledge from the textbook?"

As she spoke, Hermione curiously sat up, leaned closer to John, and peered into the book in his hand.

"Who told you to watch this?"

Looking at the book in John's hand, Hermione asked with some curiosity.

This book is a relatively rare example of a theoretical extension work written by an individual wizard.

While it has some use, it's mostly wishful thinking.

"Sister Luna said that the contents of this book are very interesting and helpful in understanding transfiguration."

Upon hearing Luna's name, Hermione looked enlightened; she certainly seemed like the type to recommend the book.

However, what followed was a subtle feeling.

John actually read such an obscure and niche book because of Luna's recommendation.

It seems Luna's influence on John is not to be underestimated.

With that thought in mind, Hermione didn't go back to her original seat.

She naturally leaned against John and pulled his hand, which was holding the book, to look at it together.

"I'm also very curious about this book, let's read it together."

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me anytime."

Hermione's gaze fell on the page, and she said softly.

John was slightly taken aback when he saw Hermione leaning against him.

This was the first time they had ever read a book so closely together.

He could even clearly feel Hermione's warm breath and body temperature, as well as the faint fragrance emanating from her hair.

What's wrong with her?