Chapter 116: Showdown with Hermione

Wednesday night, library.

Hermione and John were sitting in a corner of the library as usual, chatting idly while studying.

"I didn't expect the first Black Magic Defense class this year to be about the three Unforgivable Curses."

"But I have to say, Professor Moody teaches quite well."

At this point, Hermione told John about today's Black Magic Defense class.

John hadn't had Black Magic Defense this week, so he didn't know what kind of teaching style the new Mad-Eye Moody had, and could only listen to Hermione.

Hermione said it was Dumbledore's hope that Professor Moody could tell the students about the dangers they might encounter outside.

So Professor Moody taught them about the most dangerous Unforgivable Curses directly.

Professor Moody even said that if it weren't in the classroom, he would have demonstrated them directly.

This thing shouldn't be demonstrated.

John naturally knew about the Unforgivable Curses.

They were the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse.

These three spells were listed as the highest taboos in the entire wizarding world; once used, one would be sentenced to life imprisonment directly.

However, those Death Eaters or some dark wizards wouldn't care about this at all.

So understanding and learning how to deal with the three Unforgivable Curses was indeed a very necessary course.

Hearing Hermione's high evaluation of Professor Moody.

John also had a lot of expectations for this new professor's course.

Really good, last school year he learned some means to deal with dark magic creatures, and this school year he could learn means to deal with dark wizards.

After chatting about Black Magic Defense, they talked about this year's hot topic.

"By the way, Hermione, did you sign up for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"No."

Hearing John's question, Hermione shook her head.

"Dumbledore said this competition is very dangerous, so I don't want to get involved."

"Luckily you're not 14 yet, otherwise you'd definitely be unable to sit still and go sign up."

Hermione said to John with a light smile.

"Uh..."

John touched his nose awkwardly; she really hit the nail on the head.

Come to think of it, he had been afraid to tell Hermione that he had already signed up, fearing he would be lectured by her.

Seeing John's expression, Hermione knew she had hit the mark.

She continued, sounding a bit annoyed.

"This Triwizard Tournament is not something wizards of our age can handle."

"You don't have to feel sorry; maybe there will be another one when you're in your seventh year."

"You can go sign up then."

Listening to Hermione's words, John opened his mouth, feeling it was better to confess truthfully.

Hermione was thinking so much for him, and he didn't want to hide it from her.

After all, he might not be selected.

"Um, Hermione, actually I've already signed up..."

"...... Hmm?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then the book in her hand closed with a 'snap,' and she stared at John with wide eyes.

"What did you say!? You're only twelve! How did you sign up?"

"Keep the library quiet!" As soon as Hermione shouted, the librarian's reprimand sounded.

The two quickly shrank their necks.

John coughed lightly and lowered his voice: "It's just, I... broke through Dumbledore's Age Line."

Hermione looked at John in disbelief, and it took a long time before she squeezed out a sentence.

"You broke through the Headmaster's Age Line??"

"Yeah."

John nodded honestly.

"You... I..."

Hermione was shocked speechless for a moment.

Not only shocked that John had gone to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, but even more shocked that he could break through the Age Line set by Dumbledore.

You could say he was reckless, but he could break through Dumbledore's Age Line.

You could say he was overestimating his own strength, but he could break through Dumbledore's Age Line.

You could say he was reckless, but he could break through Dumbledore's Age Line...

"Did you break through it yourself, instead of finding a senior student to help you sign up?"

Hermione was a bit uncertain and asked again.

But Hermione's words made John stunned too.

"Ah? Can you let seniors help you sign up?"

"......"

No need to ask anymore, this blockhead John must have really signed up by himself...

Hermione supported her forehead speechlessly, her expression complex.

She didn't know whether she should lecture John on his reckless behavior.

But thinking that he could break through Dumbledore's magical defense, she didn't know what to say.

Things that graduates might not be able to do, he did; doesn't that just prove he has the strength to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?

"Cough, Hermione, don't worry too much."

"With so many people signing up, I might not even be selected."

"And even if I really am selected, I have the ability to protect myself, don't worry."

Seeing Hermione's hesitant look, John quickly softened his tone.

Hermione had no choice but to glare at John, and like a mother, she poked his forehead with her finger, feeling he was not living up to expectations.

"You!"

"Hehe, calm down, calm down."

Seeing Hermione finally seem to accept the fact, John cheekily grabbed Hermione's soft little hand and kneaded it in his own.

Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glared at him reproachfully, but let him hold it.

She just couldn't stand John's coquetry; it was like facing a stubborn little puppy, making one both helpless and soft-hearted.

And he had already signed up, so it was too late to say anything.

"When did you sign up?"

"The night school started."

Hearing this, Hermione rolled her eyes; she really admired him, being so impatient to sign up.

"Next time before making such a decision, you must discuss it with me first."

Looking at Hermione's serious look of thinking for him, John blinked happily.

Then he straightened his back and gave a salute.

"Yes, Lord Hermione!"

"Idiot."

Looking at John's cheeky look, Hermione found it funny and couldn't help but poke his forehead again.

"No seriousness."

"That's only in front of you."

Listening to John's words, which were spoken without hesitation, Hermione felt as sweet as if smeared with honey.

She lowered her eyes and held John's hand back, her fingertips gently rubbing the lines on his palm.

And looking at Hermione's slightly flushed cheeks, John's mouth curled into a smile unconsciously.

He could feel that Hermione should also be clear about his feelings.

He had expressed Hermione's special place in his heart so directly, how could she not understand, and she had never shown any resistance.

Maybe they were just missing a catalyst.

It's just... hiss, why can't this height grow faster!

This way he always looked like a little brother in front of Hermione.

Or should he just use Transfiguration to make himself taller? ===== CHAPTER 117 =====