Chapter 111

After the Ministry of Magic took over, John and the others could finally relax a little.

John found a rock to sit on and let out a long sigh of relief.

To be honest, he was a little panicked when facing that group of Death Eaters just now.

With so many of them, one spell each would probably be enough for him to handle.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and took the initiative, and these Death Eaters weren't as powerful as he had imagined.

Instead, they were like a mob calling themselves Death Eaters, with messy spells and poor coordination, and John immediately took control of the rhythm.

"Drink some water."

At this moment, Sirius sat down beside John and handed him a canteen.

"Thank you."

John took the canteen and took a sip, his gaze still lingering on the fire in the distance.

"To be able to rush up and save people without hesitation, you really are a good kid, John."

"But I hope you only rush up when you have absolute confidence and certainty, not blindly rushing up just to play the hero."

Sirius first praised John's bravery, but then changed the subject and said very seriously.

John was silent for a moment; of course, he had rushed up with confidence.

But even if he didn't have confidence, he would probably still have rushed up.

"You must remember, before protecting others, you must first have the ability to protect yourself."

"You have family and friends behind you who worry about you, so don't put yourself in danger lightly."

John didn't refute Sirius's words; he just nodded gently.

"I'll just say this much, think about it yourself. — Oh right, your Transfiguration just now was quite brilliant."

After Sirius said this earnestly, he stood up and patted him on the shoulder, walked two steps, then turned back and gave him a thumbs up with a smile.

After saying this, Sirius went to discuss something with Mr. Claude.

Titus and the others then came over.

"John, how are you now?"

Ethan asked with concern, looking at John's somewhat weak expression.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Just a bit overdrawn."

John smiled and waved his hand.

"Wow, how did you practice that Transfiguration move, did Professor McGonagall teach you?"

Seeing John was fine, they turned their attention back to John's Transfiguration just now, and Titus asked in amazement.

"Sort of, it's actually not very difficult; if you want to learn, I can teach you."

John smiled; that move was a Transfiguration idea he had pondered himself, and it was only perfected after discussing some details with Professor McGonagall.

To turn a rock into an animal of flesh and blood, one first needs a deep understanding of that life form, and secondly, it takes a lot of magic to complete the transformation.

Normally, one can only transform a few at a time, which is insignificant to the situation on the battlefield.

So he simply turned the rocks into stone statues with movable joints, just like those toy models with adjustable joints.

Transforming this way doesn't consume too much magic, and can quickly and massively form combat power.

And it can also change the form and quantity of transformation according to the battlefield situation, flexibly responding to different combat conditions.

He called this move "Bean-Sprouting Soldiers."

"It's a deal then, don't hide it and not teach us when the time comes."

Ryan said with a laugh.

The group laughed, and the tense atmosphere caused by the Death Eater attack gradually dissipated.

On the other side, Hermione, Harry, and Ron had just explained everything that happened to Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley was also quite impressed by John after hearing it.

John's clothes and hair had some traces of being burned by the flames.

But the little girl he protected was unharmed.

Her mother soon received the news and rushed over to hug her daughter tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

At that time, because of the chaos and screams, she and her daughter were separated in the crowd; she kept seeking help from the Ministry of Magic, hoping to find her daughter's whereabouts, but was told the situation was chaotic and they couldn't attend to it.

Only now, seeing her child safely throw herself into her arms, did she finally feel relieved.

She thanked John with a choked voice, her voice trembling so much she could hardly speak a complete sentence.

John just gently touched the little girl's head and comforted the child's mother a few words in return.

Harry and the others not far away watched this scene, listening to the child's mother's sobbing thanks.

They suddenly understood a little why John could rush into such a dangerous sea of fire without hesitation.

If that little girl had met with an accident, it's hard to imagine what kind of pain and regret this mother would have fallen into in the future.

Hermione walked over slowly, helped the mother up, comforted her emotions softly, and handed the little girl a clean handkerchief to wipe her face.

Under Hermione's comfort, the mother's emotions finally calmed down, and after hugging her daughter and thanking everyone present again, she slowly went to register with the Ministry of Magic.

"Phew, thanks for the save, Hermione."

Watching the mother and daughter leave, John breathed a sigh of relief, a tired smile on his face.

Although this was thanks he deserved, he really couldn't handle this kind of scene.

"You're welcome."

Hermione also sat down beside John and smiled at him.

"The way you protected that little girl was really handsome."

John just smiled at this, not responding to anything.

"... But, when I saw you swallowed by the sea of fire... I was really scared."

Hermione's tone suddenly changed, placing her hand on the back of John's hand, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, but it made John's heart tremble.

Turning to look at Hermione, he found that her eyes were filled with a faint light at some point.

"... Sorry Hermione, for making you worry."

John lowered his head, his gaze falling on their overlapping hands, turning his palm over to gently hold Hermione's hand, and said softly.

The two just held each other's hands tightly like this, not speaking anymore.

The chaos was soon quelled, and the crowds fleeing in all directions were gradually evacuated and guided to safe areas, and left in an orderly manner under the guidance of the Ministry of Magic.

This Quidditch World Cup could only end hastily.

Mr. Claude took Sirius to pack up the tents that had been left behind, and then gathered their group.

They were also preparing to leave this place.

Just as their group was about to leave together, the little girl from before suddenly ran after them.

She was still clutching a toy medal in her hand; the red and gold ribbon was stained with a little ash, but it was still shining.

"Big brother."

The little girl stood timidly in front of John and waved at him.

"Hmm? What's wrong, little sister."

John saw the little girl and smiled, touching her head and asking.

"This... this is the medal the princess bestowed upon the knight... here you go!"

The little girl gathered her courage and handed over the medal.

Seeing this scene, John was stunned for a moment, and the people behind him couldn't help but laugh, even Hermione covered her mouth and chuckled.

"What are you stunned for, hurry up and accept the princess's knighthood."

Hermione pushed John lightly, urging him with a smile.

John reacted immediately, solemnly kneeling on one knee to be at eye level with the little girl, and said gently.

"Then please, Princess, bestow this badge of honor upon me."

The little girl swallowed nervously, then carefully pinned the medal to the lapel of John's chest.

After the medal was pinned, the little girl's face turned red, her hands folded on her chest.

"Thank you, Knight, when I grow up, I will marry you."

With that, the little girl leaned over, kissed John lightly on the face, then turned and ran away quickly, her back like a little bird flapping its wings.

John was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

Just as he stood up, HISS!!

Hermione's hand had pinched his arm at some point.

"Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, Kni-ght-sir~"