Chapter 23: Senior Sister? Junior Brother?

If it were just an ordinary pest, killing it would be considered eliminating a pest, but if it were someone's pet mouse, that would be murder.

Almost ruined things...

Who could have imagined that someone would raise a mouse as a pet?

After Big Orange was kicked away, Hermione hurriedly ran over to pick up Big Orange, gently patting Big Orange's back to comfort it.

"Hermione! The beast you raised almost killed Scabbers!"

Ron shouted at Hermione very angrily.

"Ron, this can't be blamed on it; catching mice is a cat's nature."

Hermione was somewhat in the wrong, but retorted unconvinced.

Seeing the two arguing, John retreated silently; don't see me, don't see me...

Next time I will never meddle in other people's business again...

John thought silently in his heart.

After John left, they didn't pay attention to John either; who won the argument in the end, John didn't know, he just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

However, not long after walking, he heard Hermione's call from behind, but she wasn't calling him.

"Crookshanks, where are you going, come back quickly."

Hermione was chasing that Big Orange from behind; Big Orange's name seemed to be something like Crookshanks, what a strange name.

However, John didn't look back, pretending not to hear.

As a result, Big Orange didn't intend to let him go, running to his front and leaping into John's arms.

"Eh? Big Orange, what are you doing?"

Now John wasn't calm; he had finally run away, why did you come to chase me?

Who knew that after Big Orange climbed into John's arms, its goal was clear, reaching its paw into the inner pocket of his school robe.

With one claw, it hooked out a bag; it was exactly the sandwich he had left to eat in the afternoon.

"Woc, you cat really treat me as a meal ticket? Don't you have an owner?"

John reached out intending to take the bag back, but Big Orange bit the bag and jumped down with a bounce, disappearing around the corner in three or two steps.

Then leaving John and Hermione looking at each other.

Hermione felt somewhat embarrassed being looked at by John; she could still retort to Ron about the cat catching the mouse just now, but now that Crookshanks had snatched food from someone else's arms in front of her, she really didn't know what to say.

And John was afraid of being discovered, as if he were very familiar with Big Orange, but thinking about it, it seemed like only two meetings, so they really weren't familiar, right?

"Cough, it's fine, cats, they are just like this, lively and active and love to cause trouble."

Just as Hermione was still brewing on how to open her mouth, John spoke first, his tone appearing completely indifferent.

He just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong quickly; when they met next time, then today's matter would have nothing to do with me.

Hearing John speak first, Hermione was stunned for a moment, always feeling that John's tone was a bit guilty; why should he be guilty?

However, she still hurriedly responded: "No, this is indeed Crookshanks's fault; when I catch it, I will definitely make it apologize to you next time."

"Haha, ha, it's fine, no need, I'll first..." John gave a fake smile, intending to leave casually, but Hermione suddenly called him again.

"I seem to know you... you are the first-year freshman that Neville talked about, who dared to face Dementors to save people, John Merrick, right?"

Hermione had actually recognized him long ago, but only now opened her mouth to confirm it.

"Uh, yes." John nodded helplessly.

"You look very guilty; do you know something? Just now Crookshanks was able to catch Ron's mouse, did you help too?"

The clever Hermione felt that John's attitude was wrong the more she looked, and made a bold guess.

"...... No, impossible, I don't know." John was silent for a moment and hurriedly shook his head to deny it.

However, seeing this scene, Hermione could directly conclude the result.

When the incident happened, he was watching the show with relish on the side, and after the incident, he had the appearance of having done something wrong, sneaking away.

And Crookshanks's appearance just now was clearly recognizing the person in front of him, so it was highly probable that he helped Crookshanks catch the mouse, which was why Crookshanks would recognize him.

"Sigh, you don't need to worry, you didn't do anything wrong; after all, who would have imagined that someone would raise a mouse as a pet?"

When saying this, Hermione's tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction; Ron had argued with her many times recently because of Crookshanks catching Scabbers.

She didn't know what was good about a mouse that was worth arguing with her over it.

John didn't speak, just squinted his eyes and made a cat mouth, not daring to say anything.

To beat a dog, one must look at the owner; no matter what, that was a mouse with an owner, and hitting it was indeed their fault.

And although John helped catch the mouse because he didn't know, after all, it was his own fault first, so it wasn't good to comment on anything.

Their conflict, let them solve it themselves.

"Hm? This book, can I see it?"

Hermione shook her hair, no longer thinking about these angry things, and turned to notice a red leather book in John's hand, which looked very familiar.

"Uh, sorry, this one won't do; it was given to me by the Professor, and it can't be shown to others casually."

"Is it Professor McGonagall's, right? Her Transfiguration diary."

However, upon hearing that it was given to John by the Professor, Hermione immediately knew what this book was and said confidently.

"Hm? Did Professor McGonagall also lend it to you?" John thought of this possibility, so he asked.

"That's right, I returned it to her at the end of last semester." Hermione nodded proudly.

"In that case, you should also be a student recognized by Professor McGonagall, considered my junior brother."

Only then did Hermione start to carefully look at John; being able to be recognized by Professor McGonagall, his talent must be no problem; hearing that he dared to face Dementors to save people, his character should also be no problem.

"Ah? Junior brother?"

John was stunned for a moment; was there this link? Professor McGonagall didn't say so.

"Otherwise?" Hermione proudly raised her head, akimbo, looking very much as it should be.

"By the way, forgot to introduce myself, my name is Hermione Granger, you can call me Hermione directly, and I will also call you John directly."

"Not talking to you anymore, I'm going to find Crookshanks; it always runs away for a while recently and then runs back by itself, I must manage it well."

Having said that, Hermione waved her hand, said goodbye to John, and chased in the direction where Big Orange disappeared.

Looking at Hermione's disappearing back, John scratched his head; truly coming fast and going fast, sigh, I'm going to be hungry again this afternoon.

It might be because he is growing recently, getting hungry more and more easily.

John touched his empty school robe pocket and sighed in his heart; he was really afraid that this body would be malnourished and wouldn't be able to develop.

Next time, he must pack the food into two portions.

He quite liked cats and dogs, so he wasn't angry about Big Orange snatching his food; the cat he raised in his previous life even climbed onto his dining table to eat together.

Just didn't expect to be treated as a meal ticket by a cat he had only met twice.

In the afternoon, it was finally the long-awaited flying class time.

They, as freshmen, were not allowed to bring their own flying brooms to school, so the brooms they used in flying class were all standard brooms prepared by the school for them.

Flying is the ultimate dream of mankind.

But when John really saw a broom placed in front of him, he still couldn't help but complain.

Sitting astride this thing, will it really not get stuck in the crotch? ===== CHAPTER 24 =====