Chapter 176

During this period, the news of Voldemort's return didn't seem to have caused any stormy waves in the wizarding world.

Or rather, it did cause them, but it was deliberately suppressed by the Ministry of Magic.

The newspaper didn't mention a word, as if the turmoil at Hogwarts that night had never happened.

And inside Hogwarts, everyone was just discussing it privately; no one dared to put this matter on the table to talk about.

On one side was the testimony of Headmaster Dumbledore and Harry Potter, and on the other was the silence and denial of the Ministry of Magic's authority.

They didn't know which side was true either.

Just like that, a few more days passed, and the time arrived for the end-of-semester holiday.

Today, the square at the castle's main entrance was exceptionally lively.

The students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were gathering here, preparing to set off to return to their respective schools.

The students of Hogwarts also came to see them off one after another.

After a year of getting along, the three schools also forged deep friendships as the original intention of holding the Triwizard Tournament.

Although not all friendships were good...

For example, now.

"Miss Granger, I'm very glad to have known you this year; I sincerely hope you can write to me later."

"Of course, I will write to you."

"...... I'm talking to Miss Granger."

"I'm helping Miss Granger reply to you; be grateful."

Hermione felt a sense of amusement watching John blocking in front of her, not letting Krum come to strike up a conversation.

Originally, she had followed Harry and Ron to come here to see off the alumni.

Then Krum appeared from somewhere, handed her a note, hoping to keep in touch more in the future.

As a result, John appeared from somewhere else, directly blocking in front of her, squeezing Krum aside like a puppy protecting its food.

He even casually snatched the note handed to Hermione and stuffed it into his own pocket.

Krum stared at John for a long while, then looked at Hermione, who was indifferent and let John mess around.

Finally, he sighed, knowing that he ultimately had no way to get closer to Hermione.

He whispered "Good luck" in Bulgarian and turned to walk toward the Durmstrang team.

Watching Krum leave, John asked Hermione strangely.

"Did he secretly curse me just now?"

Hermione couldn't help laughing out loud, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear: "He said 'Wait for it, I'll call someone to beat you up later.'"

John widened his eyes instantly and rolled up his sleeves.

"He's that wild?"

Hermione laughed even harder, her fingertips pressing against his chest and pushing lightly, "I'm lying to you; he said 'Good luck'."

"I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not."

The two were bickering as usual.

Soon, the sails of Durmstrang rose slowly and dived into the Black Lake.

And the flying horses of Beauxbatons also pulled the carriage and rose slowly into the air, disappearing into the horizon.

After seeing off the guests from afar, it was their turn to go home.

John also walked toward the dormitory, preparing to pack his luggage and go home.

However, while passing the stairs, he encountered Professor Snape by chance.

It looked like he had just come out from the negative first floor.

"Huh, Professor, why haven't I seen you these past few days?"

John saw Professor Snape and greeted him very naturally.

After the Triwizard Tournament, Professor Snape suddenly disappeared.

It happened to be the end of the semester, and all grades were taking exams, so there were no classes, and no one cared about Professor Snape's whereabouts.

Only John, who needed to go work for Snape every few days, discovered the disappearance of the old man.

Seeing him again now, I actually missed him.

And Professor Snape, after seeing John, only glanced at him coldly and spoke indifferently.

"My affairs aren't for a student like you to ask about."

After saying that, he walked upstairs without stopping his footsteps.

As if John were an insignificant speck of dust, and even looking at him for one more glance was a waste of time.

John looked at the back of his black robes passing over the steps and felt a sense of strangeness.

Is the old man having his period today?

His attack power is so weak.

And he's so distant.

No, could this be the legendary cold violence!

No way, I have to go to his workshop and steal a few bottles of potions to cure the old man's cold violence.

Do it as soon as you say it.

John turned and walked toward the underground.

He took a few bottles of colorful potions from Professor Snape's studio without being polite.

And he even left a note.

【These potions weren't taken by John】

Looking at his masterpiece, John was very satisfied, and then hummed a little tune and brought a basket of potions back.

On the Hogwarts Express, the train drove slowly through the Scottish Highlands.

The sunlight slanted into the carriage, and John leaned lazily on the seat, chatting with Titus and the others about their summer vacation plans.

But because Voldemort had just been resurrected, the topic of the few ultimately circled back to the threat of the Dark Lord.

Voldemort certainly couldn't make a special trip to find a few nobodies like them.

But his threat would shroud every family.

"Don't worry, at least there won't be any turmoil for now."

John listened to their discussion and waved his hand.

"Why are you so sure?"

Titus asked strangely.

"Because their situation is about the same as the Order of the Phoenix now, which is that there's no one."

"Eighty percent of the Death Eaters from back then are staying in Azkaban, and the rest are all rats, like Malfoy, having family property but no combat power."

"So they definitely don't dare to openly start a war yet and can only secretly accumulate strength."

"The ones who should really be worried are those politicians."

"Secretly eroding the Ministry of Magic is their optimal solution for now."

Listening to John's analysis, Titus and the others weren't happy; instead, they were even more worried.

"Then what should we do?"

"Don't ask me, go ask Dumbledore."

John shrugged, indicating he didn't know either.

How many years has he been in the wizarding world? How could he understand the twists and turns inside?

Compared to them, John's only advantage was knowing the ending, which was definitely the good guys winning a complete victory.

As for what the price is? He doesn't know.

But what price can this kind of parent-child-oriented literary work have?

It's nothing more than shouting slogans like friendship and bonds and evil not prevailing over good, and breaking through thorns all the way.

So regarding the future trend of the situation, he didn't have any sense of nervousness.

Titus and the others had no choice but to stop talking about this topic.

"Then John, what are you going to do for summer vacation?"

"Hmm, I only have one schedule for now; the rest, if you guys have any program arrangements, I can cooperate."

John remembered his agreement with Hermione and said with a smile.

"Smiling so lewdly, honestly confess, is that schedule of yours serious..."

John coughed twice and pretended to be serious: "What could be unserious? Hermione just invited me to be a guest at her house."

Ryan whistled, his face full of ill-intentioned smiles.

"Yo, haven't even succeeded yet and you're already meeting the parents?"

His words also immediately caused Titus and Ethan to mock him.

John rolled his eyes instantly.

But he immediately cleared his throat, pulled his collar, and pretended to be serious.

"Ahem! Solemnly announce to you guys."

"I have officially become lovers with Hermione."

After finishing, John raised his eyebrows and looked at the three of them.

Seeing that they were stunned for several seconds, they immediately widened their eyes, and then a burst of sounds of surprise or cheers erupted.

"Really!"

"You really succeeded!"

"When did this happen!"

The three directly climbed onto John, excited and howling like monkeys.

Constantly asking John and Hermione when they got together, and how they got together at that time.

This was a bit shameful to talk about, so John had been vague and refused to restore the process of the matter to them.

Making them more and more curious, pulling on John and refusing to let him go.

And what they didn't know was that Hermione had just pulled Ginny and was walking toward this side.

She was telling Ginny about her little boyfriend, speaking with great animation, her face glowing with a shy and proud blush.

As a result, they happened to pass by here, and then through the glass, they saw four monkeys inside howling.

The monkey king at the head was Hermione's little boyfriend.

Hermione's sky collapsed instantly.