HP Approaches the Magic World

(Thanks to my good brother "Heartbeating Hogwarts" for the tip)

No one knows what Jon's patronus is.

Helga saw the appearance of the patron saint outside, and she immediately thought it was a swallow.

But first of all, this "swallow" is too big.

Secondly, this bird has no legs.

When was there a swallow without feet in this world?

Helga was confused, and so was Jon who woke up.

But it had been delayed for too long, and Helga sent Jon out without even saying a few words.

Although Helga said the previous one-hour time limit casually, the soul will indeed be damaged if it is separated from the body for too long, so once the matter is settled, send the person out as soon as possible.

If you want to talk, won’t there be plenty of time in the future?

…

It was already night when Jon woke up.

To be precise, it was already the night of the third day.

Looking at the dim skylight outside the window, Jon took off his dirty clothes and took out a piece of home clothes from the cabinet.

It's interesting to say that the clothes in his wardrobe were all chosen by him, and they were completely in line with his own aesthetics.

Fashion is indeed a circle.

In the past few days, Kaledi strictly followed Jon's instructions and did not let others disturb Jon's rest. At the same time, he also made Jon hungry.

And just in the past few days while Jon was sleeping, a guest had already traveled across half of the UK and arrived at Biro Manor.

Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, who is employed by Jon and will serve as Jon's magic teacher for the next period of time, arrived here last night and stayed in the guest room under Kaledi's arrangement.

among.

Therefore, the first thing Jon did when he woke up was to invite others to dinner.

"Is my food to your liking, Mr. Lockhart?"

"Of course, of course."

Jon had his trademark innocent smile on his face, which made Professor Lockhart, who was sitting across the long table, restless.

Obviously everyone has known each other before and knows what kind of person the other person is, but who are you trying to show by being so polite?

Is there an audience here?

Besides, everyone else is already sitting here. If you have anything to say, please just say it, okay?

Why can I still run?

But these words obviously cannot be said out loud - Lockhart's eyes unconsciously glanced at the house elf standing where Jon was standing, and he smiled stiffly.

Jon was busy eating and was not in the mood to take care of Lockhart's mood.

I haven't eaten for three days. Although the wizard's body can absorb magic factors to maintain vital signs, hunger is unavoidable.

Lockhart is different. He eats like a gentleman - of course, he can be regarded as a gentleman, that's for sure - and he abides by the etiquette at the table very strictly.

This is naturally not his habit, it's just because he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous.

It's not that the reputation of the Hufflepuff family played any role, it was mainly that Kaledi brought considerable pressure to him.

He can't beat it.

Speaking of which, it is not unusual for wizards to be unable to defeat house elves.

Before being enslaved by wizards, house elves were one of the most powerful groups of magical creatures. They were born with powerful magical talents and power, and ordinary wizards could not compare with them.

Even after being enslaved, this group is only restricted by wizards because of the contract, and even so, the contract can only guarantee that the elves will not harm their masters - there is no such restriction for other wizards.

Lockhart, who had his own thoughts in his heart, finished his meal, returned to the guest room, and began to prepare the content of his lecture.

He has already obtained some information about Jon's learning progress.

Naturally, Jon would not tell Lockhart his true progress. Although he said he had no doubts about employing people, he could not be completely assured when it came to him, so Helga helped him forge a strength level and let him get it.

Come out and deal with Lockhart.

The peak strength of ordinary students in the second grade is similar to that of the descendants of normal ancient families. It will not be too much, and it will not make Lockhart feel that he has no way to teach.

This is serious business.

Jon glanced at Lockhart's leaving figure and ate three minutes faster.

The happiest person was Kaledi. Jon felt happy eating, and he felt it was a reward for himself.

After eating, Jon returned to the study.

The warm light of the desk lamp poured down from the table. After enduring the candlelight in Hogwarts for so long, I finally felt like I was back in human society.

Notebooks, pens, desk lamps, books, all you need is a computer.

Is this the life of a researcher?

What does it look like to fight and kill with magic all day long?

Jon was bored, so he inserted his wand into the parchment tube on the right and started sketching on the straw paper with a pencil.

If Stephen were here, he could immediately guess that Jon was thinking of persecuting others again.

Unfortunately, owls can't apparate, and it takes time to send letters. In addition, Stephen still has to pack his things. No matter what, it will take two days for him to arrive.

Jon put down the pencil in his hand and drew on the paper for a long time. He had no clue at all, so he might as well do something else.

So he started playing with the lamp cord.

Strange to say.

Helga had said that Jon's family's magical environment was similar to that of Hogwarts - what I'm talking about here is the concentration difference, after all, the difference in size between the two is there - but, Hogwarts uses

All Muggle items that cannot be used can be used in Jon's house.

"Perhaps it's because the space at Hogwarts is highly complex."

Helga's voice suddenly appeared in front of him, Jon raised his head reflexively, and then was startled.

Because Helga came down from the painting.

It was a real one. Jon was startled when he saw the witch sitting on the sofa under the portrait stretching out two fingers to play with the half-opened flower bones on the coffee table.

"First, first, first... Ancestor!"

"What are you shouting for? What a fuss!"

Helga raised her head and glanced at Jon. Only then did Jon see clearly that Helga's appearance seemed to be more refined.

The amiable middle-aged witch he met a year ago has become the only portrait in the Hufflepuff common room. Recently, Helga looked younger every time she appeared in front of him.

It seems that no matter how powerful a woman is, even if she has lived for more than a thousand years, she still cares about her appearance.

After being reminded by Helga, Jon felt that he had just been rash.

Fortunately, this room was well soundproofed, otherwise Lockhart would have heard what would have happened.

only……

"Ancestor, can you get down from the painting?"