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

Because of Hermione's visit, her parents, who were exhausted from their trip, insisted on taking her out for a nice meal.

Despite Hermione's repeated insistence that it wasn't necessary, her mother still dragged her outside.

John and his father were helpless as they watched their overly enthusiastic mother.

After changing their clothes, the family went out together.

Hermione and Mrs. Merrick held hands all the way, chatting happily like a real mother and daughter.

Meanwhile, Merrick and his son followed leisurely behind them.

"How's school, John? You haven't been bullied, have you?"

The old father placed his large hand on John's shoulder, finally showing some concern for his own son.

"Hmm... I don't think so."

"What do you mean 'should'? Were you bullied or not?"

Mr. Merrick asked with some concern about John's answer.

They couldn't help with the magical world, but if their son was being bullied, he, as a father, certainly couldn't stand idly by.

"Some people did try to bully me, but I fought them off."

"That's what makes Hogwarts so bad; students can get into passionate brawls and nothing happens to them."

"Fortunately, they can't beat me."

After hearing his son's story, Mr. Merrick breathed a sigh of relief, but then fell silent.

"It's good that you're alright. If you get bullied, fight back. Dad will definitely be on your side."

Mr. Merrick patted John on the shoulder again and smiled.

John smiled, but then suddenly saw Hermione in front of him and pointed at her, laughing.

"Dad, what if Hermione bullies me?"

"...Then you must have done something wrong, you deserve to be punished."

After a three-second silence, the old father spoke very seriously.

John: "?"

The two stared at each other in silence.

"Hahahaha!"

Finally, the old father couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, while John also smiled helplessly.

Hermione and Mrs. Merrick, who were walking ahead, turned around curiously when they heard the commotion behind them. They exchanged a glance and chuckled softly.

"John and his uncle have such a good relationship."

"Those two are probably just talking about trivial things again, just ignore them."

Mrs. Merrick chuckled, took Hermione's little hand, and continued walking forward.

Hermione smiled, feeling that the atmosphere in John's family was really nice.

Under this warm welcome, Hermione finally relaxed and blended in with the atmosphere.

......

After they had a pleasant dinner, they took a walk together to the banks of the Thames.

Mrs. Merrick returned Hermione to John.

Two children walked ahead, and two adults followed behind.

The night view here is indeed beautiful, and it's bustling with people.

"How about it? I told you my parents are very nice people, so there's nothing to worry about."

John, hands in his pockets, walked beside Hermione and said to her with a smile.

"Yes, your aunt and uncle are really nice, so nice that I even doubt if you're their biological child."

Hermione looked at John and said jokingly.

"..."

"You're so ungrateful! Haven't I treated you well?"

John was speechless for a moment, then said with dissatisfaction.

Hermione blinked in surprise at these words, then immediately realized that John had misunderstood.

What she meant was that her aunt and uncle treated her so well, as if she were their biological child and John was adopted.

John understood it to mean that her aunt and uncle were so good to her, but John wasn't as good to her.

However, Hermione didn't explain, but covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Idiot~"

Just then, a group of tourists strolling and sightseeing walked towards them from the front.

John took his hand out of his pocket and very naturally took Hermione's small hand, pulling her close to prevent them from getting separated.

Hermione didn't resist and obediently leaned against John.

Although John wasn't very tall, he was certainly no less manly and gentlemanly.

Hermione was happy to be protected by John.

Of course, if real danger comes, it's hard to say who will protect whom.

The two walked hand in hand as if nothing had happened.

Mrs. Merrick, who was following behind, covered her mouth in surprise.

Were these two kids really that close?

Mr. Merrick nodded with satisfaction. Like father, like son.

The two walked hand in hand for quite a while, passing through the crowds, without letting go.

Hermione suddenly remembered that her aunt and uncle were watching from behind.

She secretly glanced back and saw that her uncle and aunt were looking at them with big, warm smiles.

Hermione: ///O△O///

......

Soon, they had a very happy Christmas Eve.

After returning home, the Merricks finally couldn't take it anymore and went to their room to rest, exhausted.

Only John and Hermione remained in the hall.

The cold wind rattled against the window, and the two of them, sitting on the sofa, both let out a long sigh of relief.

Hermione hugged the sofa cushions and buried herself in them.

It's so embarrassing.

She actually held hands with someone else's son in front of their parents, and they were caught.

Looking back on her meeting with John's parents today, she was completely unprepared and even caused some trouble.

That's so embarrassing.

Fortunately, her aunt and uncle were very kind and warm, and they deliberately avoided mentioning these things, otherwise she would have been too ashamed to stay in that place.

John, on the other hand, was simply tired from walking and slumped onto the sofa.

I walked with Hermione all morning, and then went for another walk in the evening.

He's not going out tomorrow no matter what I say.

"John, how was my performance today?"

At this point, Hermione asked John with concern, worried that she might have done something wrong.

"That would be wonderful!"

"My mom almost treats you like her own daughter."

John leaned back on the sofa, waving his hand lazily and smiling.

Hearing John's answer, Hermione felt somewhat relieved, even though it might have been a bit exaggerated.

She then looked at John again, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Actually, it was thanks to your silliness at the beginning that I was able to ease the tension, otherwise I would have been so nervous."

Hermione rested her head on the cushion in her arms and turned to look at John.

"You're welcome."

John simply waved his hand dismissively and spoke lazily.

"Because I was actually really thirsty at that time."

?

Hermione, who was about to move a little closer to John, immediately stopped.

"..."

Hermione closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and rubbed her forehead in utter speechlessness.

She didn't want to complain about John anymore.

But looking at John's sullen and honest face, I couldn't help but feel angry.

"You idiot!"

Hermione immediately raised the cushion in her hand and slapped it at John's face.

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