HP Approaches the Magic World

Jon woke up from his bed.

He raised his wrist, and the fluorescent watch hand showed that it was already past three o'clock in the middle of the night, and it would be early morning in a little while.

The mechanical watch on the wrist is considered a semi-magical item, with the Accuracy Charm and the Anti-Magnetic Field Charm attached to it to prevent the powerful magical magnetic field of Hogwarts from affecting this Muggle item.

Of course, this watch violates the Misuse of Muggle Articles Act.

But how can there be so many people in this world who are looking for trouble?

Those who like to make trouble and those who are made trouble are either liked or hated.

Coincidentally, neither emotion has anything to do with Jon.

Jon lay on the bed to relax. The bed curtain blocked out the breathing sounds of others in the dormitory, making this small space seem particularly quiet.

He started thinking.

Because he had just met Hufflepuff in his dream, he still had an unreal feeling.

If there really is a God, is this God smiling at this moment?

Can God tell him why?

He had already made up his mind to spend seven years in school honestly, and now he was told that Helga Hufflepuff was his ancestor. He actually had a "mysterious" magical aura about him, and he was destined to achieve great achievements.

, and then the ending is not happy?

How smart an author can write such a plot where the protagonist's journey suddenly begins?

Are you a fan of NZND, MDZZ?

The more Jon thought about it, the more his head hurt. He always felt that there was a pair of invisible hands in the dark, manipulating all of this. He could only act like a puppet, performing according to the predetermined order.

"Of course, it might just be a dream, so don't worry."

Isn't it that he comforted himself in this way and tried to calm down? Isn't the composure he cultivated over more than ten years just to face the current situation?

He couldn't do it without changing his expression when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but accepting new information was just a small scene, so there was no need to be so surprised.

He tossed and turned on the bed to calm down. When Jon felt that there was no big problem, he climbed out of the bed and saw that the time was almost five o'clock.

He took out his underwear from the locker - these clothes exist to facilitate movement, then put on his robe, touched the ring on his finger, and walked towards the common room.

The ghost of Hufflepuff, the fat monk, was sleeping on a chair in the common room. Jon was gentle and did not disturb him. When he passed the Hufflepuff portrait, the smiling legendary witch on the portrait was still facing him.

Blinked.

Okay, now I'm sure I wasn't dreaming last night.

Jon nodded politely, and then got out of the exit. Although it was still within the curfew time, normal people should be deeply asleep at this time. Filch was a squib after all, and he also needed to rest.

Presumably, the Weasley twins give Mr. Administrator a headache.

Jon had no intention of challenging the Hogwarts warden. It was already painful for such a squib to live in the wizarding world, and there was no need to make it worse.

He followed the route Helga told him and walked towards the castle tower without any hesitation.

Fortunately, today was not a "stairs holiday". Jon spent a few minutes running from the basement level to the eighth floor of the castle, and then found the wall opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly.

Behind this wall is Ms. Ravenclaw's study, library, bedroom, and bathroom... In short, Ms. Ravenclaw's daily life was here. After Ms. Ravenclaw's death, this house

It has become a secret exploration place left for students at Hogwarts.

Powerful space magic, thousand-year-old stealth magic, and defensive magic integrated with Hogwarts... Jon had originally longed for this room, but after hearing Helga's words, this yearning changed.

It's become more intense.

Of course he knew how to open the Room of Requirement, but with Helga's guidance, that method seemed a bit troublesome.

He reached out and took out the wand from the ring, pressed it against the wall in front of him, and said softly

"The most important thing in the world, is friendship." (The most important thing in the world, is friendship.)

The wall in front of him began to change. Instead of turning into a door, it turned into a wave-like film of light. With a little effort from Jon, the tip of the magic war staff had already penetrated.

Jon didn't hesitate and walked directly towards the light film, getting in as if he were entering platform nine and three-quarters.

There is nothing special about the room. Except for the outdated furnishings, the rest of the room looks like Jon's own study room, including bookshelves, desks, chairs, paintings hanging on the walls, quills and half-used pens on the table.

The ink bottle inside has condensed into a hard lump...

Jon stroked the traces of these objects. A thousand years later, these objects are still well preserved, as if the original owners were still there just now.

He turned around and saw the huge portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait was very empty, except for a young figure standing in the middle left. The long purple skirt was spread on the ground like flowing water.

The golden thread outlines the profound and mysterious honey badger coat of arms...

After so many years, she seems to have not changed at all, her smile remains the same, gentle and warm.

Jon suddenly remembered Hufflepuff House's introduction to his ancestor, which said that she treated all students as if they were her own children.

A person who can be called mother by students must have something special about her.

"Are these blank spaces the portraits of the three founders?"

Jon asked looking at the huge blank space on the screen. Hufflepuff in the portrait nodded. Here she could finally speak freely:

"First, it was Slytherin who left, and his portrait also left here. Then Gryffindor and Ravenclaw passed away one after another, and no one knew about the portraits here. In fact, we all know that entering Rome

The password for Ina's study, but no one has ever actually come in. It wasn't until I cast magic on the eve of my death that I discovered that there was such a portrait here."

Helga's voice was a little sad.

"We used to be very, very good friends!"

Jon didn't know how to proceed. He couldn't even empathize at this time. This friendship that had lasted for thousands of years became extremely heavy after being precipitated by time. He even said a few witticisms to ease Helga's pain.

Sadness can't even be done.

"There is no need to feel sad because of me. It has been so long and I have already looked away."

Helga herself in the portrait said: "Didn't you say there is something you want to learn? You can ask now, but the magic world has been developing for so long, and I'm afraid there won't be much I can teach you."