Chapter 220: Sense of Ritual

Regarding the gathering, Hermione said she would solve it.

John only needs to follow along to participate in the first recruitment of the gathering on the day they go to Hogsmeade Village, playing a leading role.

However, he had already agreed with his brothers that day, for the first time going to Hogsmeade, they would go together and have a good stroll.

So he told Hermione that they had to finish quickly, and then go stroll with his brothers.

Who knew Hermione would be very unhappy after hearing this.

As for the reason for being unhappy, it seems to be because John's Hogsmeade first experience wasn't letting her accompany him...

"How is it, what's your state today?"

Morning, Great Hall.

Titus ran to the Ravenclaw long table early in the morning to find Ryan to chat.

Because today is the day of their Ravenclaw Quidditch school team tryouts.

During this period at night, they often ran to accompany Ryan to practice together.

So they were very concerned about Ryan's state.

John occasionally went once, because he had to go to Hermione's place and work for Professor Snape.

"Hmm... I feel good about myself..."

Ryan said after pondering for a while.

"OK, John, you go bribe your team captain, and open a back door for Ryan."

Titus nodded, and then said toward John.

"No, he already feels good about himself, do we still need to open a back door?" John complained directly.

"This is just in case." Titus laughed.

"Fine, later I'll use the Imperius Curse to control the captain, and let Ryan pass."

"No, no, thank you."

Ryan hurriedly waved his hand to refuse.

John: "You're welcome."

"......"

Ethan also spoke on the side.

"Ryan just needs to perform normally; I recently saw other people in our house who are not on the school team practicing Quidditch, and I guess they are also signing up."

"But their technique doesn't look as good as Ryan's."

"With your words, I can rest assured, my dear Sen." Ryan patted Ethan and said.

John spoke with a face full of worry.

"Even if Ryan counts as good, then the future of our house's Quidditch is finished..."

Ryan: "..... Your mother's..."

"Only you can say sarcastic things!"

Titus directly gave John an elbow, accurately hitting John's waist.

Hiss—my kidney...

Just when the two were fighting, Luna also came to eat breakfast.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Ouch! Sister Luna, save me!"

"Good morning Sister Luna, don't mind him!"

Luna was already used to the daily fighting of the few of them, and had no change in expression, still hanging that dazed smile.

"Ryan, I heard you are going to participate in today's Quidditch tryouts, good luck."

"Rest assured! I will."

Regarding Luna's blessing, Ryan patted his chest confidently and accepted it.

"Hey right, Sister Luna, what about that interview you mentioned last time?"

At this time, Titus let go of John and directly leaned to Luna's side, asking with a grin.

"Hmm, I already told Dad, and he is also very happy to interview you guys."

Luna blinked and said.

"Great!"

The three cheered at the same time.

"Then, when are we going to accept the interview?" After cheering, Titus continued to ask with a shy smile.

"Don't know."

But this time Luna shook her head very simply.

"Er...." The few were stunned instantly.

"Dad didn't say."

Luna added as a matter of course.

"You, didn't ask?"

"No."

Luna still shook her head as a matter of course.

"...... Alright, I know."

Titus rubbed his fleshy face and started thinking about life like a wise man.

The interview he had been looking forward to for a long time felt like it was far away.

He was too embarrassed to urge Luna.

John didn't care.

Of course he didn't care.

Time quickly reached five o'clock in the afternoon.

The last class ended, and it was time to go to the Quidditch pitch to watch and accompany Ryan to participate in the tryouts.

John even skipped Professor Snape's work directly.

But before that, he had to go pick up Hermione first.

He had invited her to watch together today.

So Titus and Ethan went to the Quidditch pitch first to accompany Ryan, while John ran toward the courtyard he had agreed with Hermione.

Although going directly to the Quidditch pitch to gather is the same.

But this is a date!

It must have a sense of ritual!

There is a saying.

If you love her, you won't feel it's troublesome.

If she loves you, she won't let you wait for a long time.

Just like now, when he ran over, Hermione was already standing in the sunlight with her hands behind her back, swaying and looking around, waiting for her Prince Charming with full expectation.

The afternoon sunlight was like melted honey, sticky, warm, and flowing over her hair tips.

"Hermione."

John smiled and waved at her after seeing Hermione.

Hermione also looked at John, her eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her fingertips twisted the corner of her robe quietly—she didn't even realize these natural actions herself.

"You're late, Mr. Merrick."

However, immediately she gave a haughty huff and said.

"Nonsense, we didn't even set a time..."

John subconsciously retorted and complained.

But before he finished speaking, he was immediately glared at fiercely by Hermione.

"Er... sorry Miss Granger, I was blocked by people on the way."

John shrank his neck and hurriedly responded cooperatively.

"Pfft, idiot,

Hearing John's strange vocabulary and seeing him keep a straight face while acting, Hermione burst out laughing.

"I couldn't exactly say there was a traffic jam..." John said, speechless.

"I don't care, I waited for you for a full three minutes."

Hearing Hermione's soft complaint, John leaned in close, wrapped his arm around her waist, and teased her.

"Is that so? Then everyone passing by must have been very envious of me."

"After all, I had a Snow White waiting for me~"

Hermione's face flushed hot; she pushed John away unnaturally, her earlobes turning a faint red: "W-what Snow White, stop talking nonsense..."

Watching Hermione look so shy yet stubborn, John couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh, still laughing, let's go!"

Hermione couldn't stand John's direct gaze, so she turned her face away, grabbed his hand, and headed toward the Quidditch pitch.

John let her lead him along obediently.

The two walked hand-in-hand under the gaze of countless people until they reached the Quidditch pitch.

See.

This is the meaning of coming to pick her up in person.

It's like giving flowers; you can't just leave them at the destination and wait for the girl to come see them.

You have to hold the flowers in your hands and, under the baptism of countless eyes, present them to her; only then do the flowers have meaning.