Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

This blow was tantamount to a blow to the head, and the hope that had just been ignited suffered a fatal blow.

Jody cheered up, stood on tiptoe and patted Quirrell's shoulder, "It's okay, I've already sent the letter. Maybe Mr. Scamander will reply soon. Hagrid, can you also write a letter later?"

?I also want to send a letter to Ms. Tina’s book. It’s a bit awkward for me to write it.”

"Of course! I'll do this when I get back," Hagrid assured.

"Excuse me for bothering you..." Jody expressed his thanks and continued to comfort Quirrell, "It really doesn't work. We haven't found any signs that the asylum will not last for a month, right? We can also write to Dumbledore and say

Maybe he will come back soon."

After all, Quirrell had just vented his anger and didn't intend to continue to feel disappointed, "At least we know that the underground palace is indeed a method. Excuse me for your rest, Professor Sprout. If you have any other clues, please tell me. Can the house elf responsible for taking care of me?

Find where I am. I have to go back to the temporary bunkhouse and tell Master Flamel and write to Mr. Dumbledore."

"Wait a moment, Professor Quirrell." Sprout stopped Quirrell, who was about to leave in despair, and quickly turned back into the office and took out a bottle of medicine.

"Drink it, I'll watch you drink it!" She ordered in an unquestionable tone, "Drink it and then go to bed after writing the letter! My child, look at your face, you can't do anything well with this look.

thing.

Master LeMay, don't speak too carefully today, he will understand. You have done a good job, you have to have a good rest, you know?"

Quirrell's eye circles suddenly turned red, and his nose twitched a little, "Thank you, Professor... I will do it."

In terms of age, Sprout was definitely Quirrell's elder. She gently hugged Quirrell's shoulders, hoping to bring him some comfort, "Go, kid."

In the eyes of a qualified teacher, his students will always be his students, and a qualified teacher will never let his students find themselves in a desperate predicament, regardless of whether the predicament is academically related or not.

The image of Professor Sprout suddenly became much taller in Jody's eyes. Most of the professors at Hogwarts are worthy of respect.

It's not because these talents become noble at Hogwarts, but because of their existence that Hogwarts becomes unique in the wizarding world.

Hagrid struggled for a long time, and finally just tried his best to relax and pat Quirrell's back, making a "bang bang" sound.

Fortunately, Quirrell could feel Hagrid's thoughts, and he looked at the little giant gratefully.

Separating from Hagrid at the crossroads, it was almost time for Jody to go back to bed.

"I don't know how to express my gratitude, Jodi~" Before leaving, Quirrell squatted down in front of Jodi, letting his eyes be below Jodi.

"I am really, really an immature adult. I can't be as calm as you, and I can't be as strong as you. Thank you for being with me at this time. I always don't know what to do..."

Humans are animals that are very good at summarizing experiences, Quirrell.

I used to panic, and I was always at a loss. You just have too little experience.

If you are like me, you always have to find ways to save yourself. If you are like me, you not only need to save yourself but also always need to fish other people ashore, you will understand that panic cannot solve any problems, and letting your emotions go will only make everything worse.

Oops.

By then, you will be used to being calm, used to being restrained, and used to pretending to be strong.

Thinking about these words in his mind, Jodi saw some past events in Quirrell's forced smile.

His young body was easily moved by emotions. When he relaxed for a moment, he looked tearful and embarrassed.

"Damn it, why are you trying to stir things up when you have nothing to do? Didn't I tell you that if you make a mistake, I will come to help you."

Quirrell then laughed, "Obviously he is a brat, but he is surprisingly reliable."

"Don't rub my head!"

Jody hid the Sorting Hat in his arms and ran into the common room. The Slytherins he met along the way pretended not to see him even if they noticed him.

'Mytil ordered the Slytherins to stop contacting you. Why didn't you tell me that you were from the Malfoy family?' When Gibbs told Jodi that day, Jodi was shocked, "That night

, everyone saw it during the dream competition. Mitiel told us that it was the curse that Mr. Malfoy asked you to bring in. Oh my god, your plan is so terrifying. I really believed that you are a non-pure-blooded guy."

To sum up, no one in Slytherin has caused trouble to Jodi. As for the non-pure-blood faction... Jodi believes that some rumors should not be able to shake Ogli's trust in him, while the remnants of the heretics have no confidence in Ogli.

Loyalty has reached an extreme level.

Some things have come to an end, and some journeys are about to begin. Jody sat on the edge of the bed and took out the bottle containing the requiem.

Maybe you should also relax and have a peaceful sleep?

…

In the end, it was still the night where the two consciousnesses were split apart by the spiritual consciousness division technique, and they spent the night alternately.

Jody gave himself plenty of reasons to be lax but ultimately chose to be cautious.

Most of the semester has passed. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I failed in the last few months? Even if it's just to get results, I shouldn't let it go.

But now that the Slytherins were no longer tossing around, Jody's mentality was different after all, and he felt psychologically better rested than usual the next morning.

Hagrid came to him not long after the second period ended. As soon as he walked out of the classroom, he saw Hagrid waving to him.

There's no way Hagrid is too conspicuous.

"Jody!" Hagrid saw Jody approaching and spoke first, but he was startled by the loud voice he spoke. He covered his mouth and looked around guiltily, then lowered his voice and continued, "It's strange.

Where did Professor Luo go? I don't usually come to the castle during school hours and I just found out that he hasn't been in the office for a long time."

Hearing Hagrid's question, Jodi immediately grasped the key point, "Have you thought of anything useful?"

"Yes, about the underground palace! There should be a second entrance to the underground palace!" Hagrid's voice was full of excitement. That entrance will definitely not be closed! Maybe we can give it a try!

The previously calm state of mind suddenly became unstable again. Jodi walked forward without hesitation and said, "Follow me!"

"Jody? You have classes later!"

"Gibbs, help me ask the professor for leave. I have classes all day today. Just say I'm sick. If you don't see me tomorrow, just continue!"

"Wha...what!?"

"Hurry up!" The gravity spell held up his weight, and Jodi ran forward in a hurry. At the same time, the magic power sent out a signal to summon the house elf Lum.

"The entrance you mentioned, why is there a second entrance?" Jodi asked as the crowd gradually thinned out and turned around the deserted stairs.

Hagrid also has a character that can't hide his words. When Jody asked him, he immediately spoke out.

"I remembered that Mr. Scamander once talked to me. I asked him how he captured the dark wizard Grindelwald. He once mentioned that he had a handheld device with an invisible extension spell.

The box has more space than several Quidditch pitches!"

Of course, Jodi knows about that box... Thinking of the exaggerated space in the movie that is so big that it can be used to open a safari park, the answer comes to mind!