HP Approaches the Magic World

It's still early.

At five o'clock in the morning on Sunday, few people woke up from their sleep in the school. In the hazy fog, the atmosphere was peaceful and quiet.

The small animals in the Forbidden Forest will come out to move around at this time. After living here for a long time, Jon has become familiar with these animals.

It's just that the little animals seemed a little different today. Jon had already seen the same rabbit wandering in front of him three times, as if he was lost.

Wait, maybe he got lost.

Jon flicked his fingers, and the magic field expanded instantly.

His magic force field is connected to the small boundary of the training ground. After it is activated near the training ground, it will naturally be blessed and monitor the surrounding area.

It didn't take long to wait for the results. Jon glanced at his route and understood what was going on.

Someone set me up.

It's just that this kind of tracing magic can't trap him, and there are too many traces of the caster left in the magic.

So after Jon got out of the predicament, he immediately found Snape hiding in a dense forest.

"I'm not telling you, Professor, this level of magic is not at your level."

Snape didn't take this seriously. He glanced at Jon with an expressionless expression.

"I didn't intend to trap you in the first place, I just wanted to remind you that something has happened in the Forbidden Forest."

"what's the matter?"

Jon didn't take it seriously. When Harry was in first grade, there was nothing worth making a fuss about. Things in the following years were really endless: "I think things here are still under my control."

Within the scope, but Professor, aren’t you going to be the referee today? Are you waiting for me here early in the morning, won’t you be out of spirits?”

"This way I won't feel depressed. Always acting there will test my mental state a lot."

Snape rarely made a wisecrack, and Jon laughed in agreement.

But both of them knew very well that this was not something serious to say.

"You didn't have an appointment with someone to meet here, right? You were afraid that I would do something bad, so you set up a magic spell at the door of my house?"

Snape nodded.

"I originally planned to have an appointment with Quirrell here today. You know, he's been like a waste lately and has made no progress at all."

"But it seems that the invited person did not attend the appointment, or he planned to attend the appointment at another time."

Jon clapped his hands, and the missing magic behind him dissipated: "There's no need for this, don't worry, I know what's going on and I won't delay your business."

"I hope so."

Snape said strangely: "But what do you want to do when you get up so early?"

"It's nothing, I just got up early and planned to go out for a walk."

Jon wasn't lying. He was simply out for a walk today, and meeting Snape was unexpected.

Snape was a dull person, and Jon became dull when he was with such a person, so they had nothing to say when they were together.

The air soon became awkward.

But Snape had obviously experienced such scenes many times. Since he often ridiculed students to the point of being unable to get off the stage, Jon took the initiative to break the deadlock.

"I have things to do over there and I'm going back first. Don't worry, I will use the Disguise Charm to protect myself when I come out, and I will try my best to pay attention to what's going on around me."

Snape nodded silently.

——It’s really embarrassing.

On the way back, Jon touched the small bumps on the back of his hands. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or embarrassment.

But no matter what the reason was, it doesn't matter now.

Jon can probably guess what Snape is going to do in the Forbidden Forest?

Counting the time, after today's game, it seems that something about Voldemort is going to happen in the Forbidden Forest.

The death of the unicorn and the strengthening of Voldemort.

It is said that if someone drinks the blood of a unicorn, he will suffer endless pain while doing so.

This is a sin.

But just as Jon knows that unicorn hair can be used to create a stable magic circle, unicorn blood also has the effect of purifying and stabilizing the soul.

For Voldemort, who was becoming increasingly crazy and his soul was on the verge of collapse, sucking the blood of unicorns was a must when he had no way to get the Sorcerer's Stone.

This is also a very helpless choice.

It's just that a being like Voldemort wouldn't have fallen to this point if he hadn't been greedy.

Jon could only say that he deserved it.

He and Voldemort are inherently hostile, so if he were to sympathize, there would be nothing he could sympathize with.

Smoothly loosening his collar, Jon stepped into the barrier of the training ground.

He originally thought that Stephen would still be sleeping in the room during the short ten minutes he went out. However, as soon as he entered the room, he saw Stephen sitting in front of the table.

"Why are you awake? Did I wake you up when I left just now? You should have stayed up very late yesterday and not slept a little longer?"

"You came back just in time. I have something to tell you."

Stephen waved his hand to indicate that he was not sleeping anymore: "Just now, our founder gave me a dream."

"Dream? When?"

Jon was naturally surprised, because he knew that Helga was in a deep sleep and could only use her superficial consciousness, so she rarely moved around. But if this matter was so important that she wanted to talk to Stephen in a dream, why not

How about telling him directly in the Demonic Fairy Castle?

He didn't know that Helga's superficial consciousness was not active when he woke up. It was only after he left that Helga's consciousness became active on the floating island.

After listening to Delaire's report, Helga immediately looked for Jon, but Jon had already woken up by then, so she had to settle for the next best thing and use this method.

"As I said, just now, if I had to pinpoint a time, it would probably be after you left.

At that time, I woke up in a daze, then fell asleep again, and then I dreamed about the founder. Then, when I woke up, I saw myself sitting in front of the table, writing this on paper, and it was all in my mind.

Just remember, Your Majesty the Witch asked me to give this to you."

"what?"

Jon opened the note, and the magic words on it seemed to him to be automatically translated without any hindrance to reading.

"Let me go find Dumbledore and borrow the Dragon Soul Crypt?"