What everyone found even stranger was that the lion actually stood up, frightening them all into taking another step back.
However, the lion seemed to have a preset routine. It extended its forepaws and cupped them together before its chest. The members of the Swiftwind Sword Club instinctively returned the salute...
Neville even clasped his sword as he returned the salute...
Everyone exchanged looks, a name surfacing in their minds... But before they could say it,
the lion struck a pose, then began singing unaccompanied:
To save wizards, I left my home,
Who knew I'd open a school in a castle?
Open a school and become a professor,
Teaching magic, oh, how fine!
How very novel!
I too once wielded a sword to vanquish danger,
I too once laid out a welcoming feast,
Everyone praised my courage,
But courage lay not in brute ferocity!
I forged a lion's soul to guard this gate,
Not through brute force to tell fools from the wise,
If you hold sincerity, let your courage show,
Only then may you step forward before others...
The lingering notes echoed through the air, refusing to fade~
After finishing its song, the lion shook its head as though it still wanted more, the tip of its tail sweeping back and forth across the floor. It looked smugly expectant, as if saying, "Hurry up and praise my singing," and as though this would never end today unless someone did.
Meanwhile, everyone stood stunned. The Swiftwind Sword Club no longer even needed to wonder.
If this thing had nothing to do with Professor Holmes, Ron would eat Neville's sword!
"Merlin's rotten socks..." Ron's expression was more contorted than if he had eaten a bogey-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean. "Why... Can someone tell me why...?"
"These damned rewritten lyrics! And