HP Approaches the Magic World

To be honest, during this period of time, although Jon "didn't leave the house without taking a single step forward," he had experienced a lot in just one month, and he had indeed gained some growth through these changes.

But any growth in this world comes at a price. When he absorbs information from a higher world latitude, he always has to spend a lot of energy. Moreover, he has too many things to learn, and he is already mentally stressed.

When it reaches its limit, it’s really too much to bear.

Perhaps it is because of the student's nature that sleeping in class makes him sleep particularly peacefully.

Snape is a good man.

He slept very peacefully this night.

But there are always some things in this world that are unpredictable. Jon never thought that what woke him up from his sleep was not a call from Snape or a wake-up call from Stephen, but a stimulation from the spiritual level.

Somewhere in a location that was obviously very close but could not be grasped, there was a will sending a signal towards him.

He had never seen that kind of signal before, but it felt inexplicably familiar. The deep and heavy meaning was somewhat similar to Helga's magic fluctuations.

"Earth magic?"

In his sleep, Jon's mental power was not completely silent. He captured the most critical information with extraordinary keenness, but before he could really sort out the clues, a cold and biting feeling suddenly swept over him.

On the spiritual level, the invisible fluctuations that Jon probed out came back at extremely fast speeds.

Of course, typing this verb is actually not very reasonable. It should be just the aftermath of some kind of resistance. Following Jon's spiritual tentacles, he found him.

This is an indiscriminate attack.

But even if it is an indiscriminate attack, it is very strong for Jon. It feels like a meteorite flying from the sky, crashing down when the earth is not prepared, and crashing into the glacier and the ocean -

- To say Wang Yang is an exaggeration. Jon's current soul strength can only be regarded as that of a small lake.

But even the reaction caused by this was already very strong. His soul was in turmoil. Before he could fully control the surge of soul power in recent times, it had already begun to make waves, forming several invisible waves in just an instant.

The impact set off a huge wave in his consciousness.

"Gan!"

Jon swore that he was really caught off guard by this. Although his soul essence was relatively stable due to the continuous increase in mental power recently, the tearing pain caused by this mental shock was real.

, directly brought him back to reality from his sleep.

He took a breath of air, arched his body subconsciously, and kicked the table leg at the bottom of the table. Fortunately, the tables and chairs in the Potions classroom were reinforced with magic, so he didn't kick the table over.

, but the pain was unexpectedly strong, so there was a low curse from above.

The only good thing is that because everyone was preparing the potion, no one noticed the noise he made.

Except Snape.

"What are you doing?"

The professor said in Jon's ear with his usual cold voice, and when he saw Jon's pale face, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Sorry, Professor."

Jon's voice was a bit stuck when he spoke. He originally thought he was fine, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was extremely hoarse and his throat still hurt slightly.

"You haven't had any rest, okay? If you feel unwell, you can go to the school hospital to find a doctor for treatment as soon as possible. Don't disturb other students' classes here." Snape didn't dwell too much on this matter, but Stephen

Not so lucky: "Mr. Statham, how is your potion preparation going?"

The conflict quickly shifted, and Stephen naturally answered fluently. Snape nodded silently, and then walked away.

Before leaving, he gave Jon a look that meant he was going to see a doctor quickly.

"Are you okay?"

While Stephen checked Jon's condition, he continued to prepare the potion with his hands, using both hands to feel like four hands.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem."

Jon took Stephen's hand that was groping on his body and rubbed his painful legs. His body, which had not slept well, seemed even more tired at this moment, and his reactions were not as flexible as at other times.

However, he was relatively proficient in the things in front of him. Helga had taught him how to prepare potions many times. The potion in front of him now was not a difficult formula.

The two of them acted like they were hooking up, but in fact they were chatting.

"You look bad."

Stephen whispered: "What happened? Didn't you sleep well just now?"

"I don't know either. I was attacked inexplicably just now while I was sleeping, and the person who attacked me didn't look like a human being.

It feels rather cold and gloomy, like some kind of aquatic monster."

When Stephen heard the word "Warcraft", his expression suddenly changed from solemn to surprised.

The word "Warcraft" cannot be used casually in the magical world. It is an ancient word that has always been used to refer to animals that possess magic but have very strong malice towards humans. But I don't know when it started.

This word gradually stopped being used, those animals also lost their malice toward humans, and their names changed from monsters to magical animals.

It’s not that Jon doesn’t know this matter, so at this time, he can actually use this word, which proves that that thing is definitely not a simple creature.

"What did you do again?"

Stephen's first reaction was that Jon had done something strange again. After all, he was a criminal with a criminal record, so others couldn't help but think too much about it.

"I...I don't know either. I'll tell you more about it after class."

So the two of them began to concentrate on configuring the potion. Jon slept for most of the class, but with Stephen's previous progress, the remaining time was enough.

Snape gave him considerable tolerance, which was a very rare thing. After class, Jon and Stephen hurried to the hut, but Scully and Flan did not follow them.

During the day, four people would never disappear together, otherwise it would arouse suspicion among members of the club.

Moreover, the school year has just started, and the club needs to recruit new blood. Scully and Flan have a lot to do.

"Why are you leaving so fast?"

Stephen looked at Jon who was about to fly, and their figures became illusory in tacit agreement, disappearing from here in the blink of an eye.