HP Approaches the Magic World

"Oh my my, how times fly."

Peeves' shout resounded throughout the castle, giving the students who had just finished class a headache.

Time flies at Hogwarts, which means that the time of heavier tasks in the semester has arrived.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands is gradually getting colder, and the damp cold air penetrates from the windows of the castle, and then permeates the entire castle. There are always a few days a week when the corridors are whirring.

Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital specially prepared a lot of potions to prevent colds, and Jon drank some of them every day. Although it was not medieval Europe where the Black Death was prevalent, influenza was still very serious.

Jon, who does not stay in crowded places for long periods of time to avoid being infected, would run to the eighth floor to breathe fresh air for a period of time every day. This method is indeed effective and can prevent people from falling into coma, but Jon wears a robe with constant temperature magic.

You won't feel cold, but others will catch cold if you act recklessly.

After admitting two or three students who had caught colds and had fevers, Madam Pomfrey asked the deans of each college to inform the students not to go to high places to catch the wind - even the flight time of the flying class was shortened a lot.

In this way, Jon can spend more time studying and practicing spells in Ravenclaw's study. No one goes to the eighth floor, and he doesn't have to be too careful when entering and exiting the secret study.

And for some unknown reason, Dumbledore often disappears from the school. During this period of time, Jon has been practicing transformation spells in the secret study. He has been in and out of the eighth floor frequently, and he has rarely seen Dumbledore.

Even Snape, who had been in and out of the principal's office before, didn't appear much.

At this time, Dumbledore should know and be preparing to collect Voldemort's Horcruxes, right?

…

Accordingly, normal classes continue.

The Transfiguration class was still the same, and his performance was not particularly good. Although he had made considerable progress in private, his performance in class was only average, not top-notch, but still better than most people.

It's better, in fact, such control is more difficult than showing the true level.

But isn't this great?

Who said that hard work must be shown to others? Jon has long since left the age of being a top student to gain a sense of presence. Learning to make a fortune in silence is the mainstream.

Secretly working harder every day is a sufficient and necessary condition to become an excellent scholar.

Charms class is still the same as before. Jon can't pretend not to know how to do it this time, because there are three young men around him who need help. Every time Jon pretends that he can't do some magic, they naturally don't work hard: look,

Jon couldn't even make a pure-blood wizard, so isn't it normal that I can't make one?

After experiencing this kind of thing several times, Jon stopped pretending that he couldn't learn it. In a certain class, his spell skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he successfully aroused the enthusiasm for learning among his three roommates.

However, there is also a disadvantage. His name has gone from being ignored in the mouths of students in other houses to "that Slytherin from Hufflepuff". Jon does not reject nicknames, but this nickname is really unpleasant.

History of Magic was as boring as ever. Everyone was sleeping during class, but Jon was not sleeping, but he didn't listen to the class. For the first-year History of Magic course, he usually just flipped through the books by himself.

He always sketches on paper during class. Students sitting near him occasionally see curves and charts that are completely incomprehensible, and they always feel that he is doing some weird black magic.

In particular, this person behaves very strangely and runs to the eighth floor alone every day.

"Speaking of which, the students in our college have begun to pay attention to you recently. I heard that several people went to the eighth floor to look for you but couldn't find you. As a result, everyone is guessing that you actually have some secrets and are secretly hiding in the castle.

Doing black magic."

During dinner, four people sat in a small corner of the long Hufflepuff table and whispered.

As soon as Stephen finished speaking, Fulen immediately continued: "Yes, yes, they also said that your spell class suddenly became powerful and abnormal. They said that you were seduced and corrupted by the devil, and then you got a powerful talent."

"Also, they said you sneaked into the Ravenclaw common room and peeked at their girls."

"?" Jon buried his head in the black thread: "Who started this rumor?"

"I don't know about anything else. That's how it was spread anyway, but the last one was accidentally heard when I was listening to your sister and Cedric talking."

Scully chewed the salad carelessly and said innocently.

It's really...not surprising.

Jon ran the last one behind his head. He had no intention of falling in love at Hogwarts anyway, and it would be bad if he had a bad reputation, but the first two were worth noting.

Is there not enough homework at Hogwarts? Why do these little wizards still have time to investigate his whereabouts?

You're careless. Besides, there are no other pure-blood wizards in Hufflepuff. Why are you paying so much attention to him?

It seems that it would be better to go out at night next time. Although I still haven’t used the Disillusionment Curse well, it’s better than being followed.

Jon stuffed another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, sighed silently, and then raised his head suddenly, as if he remembered something.

"You guys eat first, I'll go to Ravenclaw's side."

The three Stephens looked at Jon's furious back, looked at each other and shook their heads.

Jon naturally went to Ravenclaw to find Bella.

Of course not to fight.

Not to mention whether he can beat her or not, even if he can beat her, he can't do it. Firstly, it's wrong to do something with a girl. Secondly, if he beats his own sister, does he still want to be alive when he goes home?

I'm afraid I'm going to get a mixed doubles match from my family.

He went to ask for something.

He asked Bella to help him buy something from Hogsmeade Village before. It has been so long, but he doesn't know if he has bought anything yet.

"No."

Bella was also very straightforward, spitting out two words lightly: "What you want is too weird. It is fluid and cannot leak. It cannot be easily disconnected. It must be easy to be squeezed. It is best to have the ability to deform."

It's okay, where can I buy such high-end things for you? Hogsmeade is not run by Santa Claus, little brother, please wake up."

Jon was speechless.

Excuse me, how advanced is this thing?

Isn't this just slightly looser plasticine?

Are wizard children so unrich?

Jon didn't continue to complain, he decided to give up the convenience and do it himself.

It's almost October, and he hasn't tried to open the drawer in the study yet. If he doesn't open the lock, it will be Christmas vacation!