Chapter 72: Christmas Holiday Arrangements

Sent off these two easy-to-fool ones.

The hard-to-fool one came.

Hermione crossed her arms and walked to John's side casually.

"Hiding your light, John, when did you and Professor Lupin discover Sirius and Peter Pettigrew?"

"Just, discovered when discovered?"

John scratched his head and said tentatively.

?

Hermione blinked, then looked at John like looking at a fool.

"Alright, actually it was on Halloween."

John couldn't stand Hermione's look and said awkwardly.

"Halloween? Isn't the night before exactly when Sirius intended to break into the Gryffindor common room."

"The day after he appeared, he was bumped into by you and Professor Lupin?"

Hermione recalled the day before Halloween, which was exactly All Hallows' Eve, and Sirius also appeared that day.

"To be precise, it was the day before, we bumped into Sirius in black dog form."

John still briefly told Hermione the ins and outs.

After hearing this, Hermione also sorted out some problems she had discovered but hadn't delved into.

For example, why Crookshanks kept staring at that rat.

And the pocket Sneakoscope that Ron gave Harry, why it would ring from time to time, actually it was sensing the rat in Ron's hand, but they treated it as the Sneakoscope being broken.

And, on the day of Quidditch, John's abnormal behavior; at that time, she sensed that John was hiding something from her.

But she didn't ask much; now it seems that John should have been in a half-dazed state at that time.

That's why he didn't tell the people around him.

Uh, if you have to say it, she and John don't seem to have much relationship now, and if there's something, it doesn't have to be told to her.

Thinking about this, Hermione felt even more uncomfortable......

She shook her hair and stopped thinking about it; a faint fragrance permeated John's nose, and she looked at John again.

"Alright, let's not talk about this, anyway, there will be official news in a few days."

"Buckbeak will be on trial in a month; I want to find a time to go sit at Hagrid's side again, do you want to come together?"

Hearing Hermione's invitation, John thought for a while, it seems there's nothing going on recently, so he agreed.

So the two agreed to go to Hagrid's together next weekend.

After agreeing on the time to go to Hagrid's, John suddenly saw Big Orange walking slowly around the corner, remembering that Big Orange was still hanging out with him, so he said.

"By the way, Hermione, Big Orange can be picked back."

"Now Ron doesn't have a rat for it to catch, and you won't quarrel anymore."

After John finished speaking, he thought Hermione would readily agree, but for some reason, she was silent for a while before opening her mouth hesitantly.

"... It doesn't matter, Crookshanks, it seems to like being with you quite a bit, let it follow you for now."

Big Orange, who just walked to their feet, was stunned and looked at its owner in disbelief.

Owner, if you don't want me, just say it, when did I like this wretched two-legged beast?

John was also full of confusion; didn't she dislike him for keeping Big Orange dirty before?

Why did she change her tune now?

Perhaps noticing the gazes of John and Crookshanks, Hermione turned her face away with a guilty conscience.

"In short, you take good care of Crookshanks, I will come to you to check on its situation at any time."

After saying that, Hermione left without looking back.

Leaving John and Big Orange both stunned.

The two looked at each other.

"Big Orange, your owner really doesn't want you anymore."

After Big Orange heard it, it raised its cat paw and patted John's leg a few times.

Tsk, this cat is just like its owner, inexplicable.

John had no choice but to shoulder the heavy responsibility of taking care of Big Orange again, picking it up and holding it in his arms.

Big Orange didn't resist, as if it had completely given up, letting John hold it.

"John, Christmas holiday, are you going home?"

In the few days after Sirius appeared, the Ministry of Magic didn't release any news.

Slowly, no one cared about this matter anymore.

Today Titus suddenly asked John a question, whether he was going home for the Christmas holiday.

This holiday is actually about the same as the winter holiday, lasting about a month.

Students who want to go home can take the Hogwarts Express home, and can also take the train back when school starts.

"We all plan to go home, you come too, and then you can all come to my house to play."

Titus put his arm around John's shoulder, pointed at Ryan and Ethan, and said to him with a grin.

"It's okay, but where do you live?"

John asked while touching Big Orange in his arms.

"Just in the outer ring of London, then from King's Cross Station, you can go there by Muggle transportation."

John nodded, that's fine.

He didn't care where he stayed during the holiday; although life at Hogwarts is very interesting, it should be more interesting with little friends.

And he also really wanted to see what the so-called pure-blood family is like.

So he agreed.

"Okay, I think my parents will agree."

After Titus heard it, he patted his stomach happily.

Ryan and Ethan also started discussing what to do during the holiday.

"Then I'll tell my dad in advance, and let him entertain you well then."

Saying that, Titus took out paper and pen and started writing a letter.

Seeing Titus writing a letter, John always felt that he had forgotten something.

After John thought for a while, he suddenly asked.

"How do we usually receive replies when we send letters out from Hogwarts?"

"That's naturally letting the owl that delivers the letter bring it back by the way."

Titus didn't raise his head and said as a matter of course.

John then remembered what he had forgotten.

He sent a letter home in the first week of school, but he didn't receive a reply at all, and later he forgot about it.

What's the situation.

Mom and Dad don't want him anymore?

John hesitated for a moment, but decided to write another letter to ask them.

Are they still raising this son?

By the way, mention his plans for the Christmas holiday.

The two of them finished writing the letter and went to the Owlery together to send the letter.

Titus bought an owl as a pet, yellow-brown, short and fat, somewhat similar to Titus.

The name is Muffin, but John calls it Little Titus.

John found a public owl, fed it something, and then handed the letter to it.

The owl picked up the envelope with its beak and flapped its wings in front of John.

As if expressing that it could set off at any time.

So John stretched out his hand, let the owl jump onto his arm, and then took the owl outside the shed.

Looking at the sky, John raised his hand, and the owl took off, flying away with his letter. ===== CHAPTER 73 =====