HP Approaches the Magic World

To be honest, Jon doesn't like this situation very much.

He suddenly returned to the routine he had in school a long time ago, but the difference this time was that he didn't need to go to class, he only needed to do something with Dumbledore.

And some of it is his own business.

Dumbledore gave him fake grades, which Jon would never have dared to imagine before. It is unbelievable no matter how you think about someone like Dumbledore being able to manipulate students' grades.

But judging from Dumbledore's performance, it shouldn't be a big deal, so Jon was relieved.

Anyway, it’s just an achievement.

It doesn't matter if he has this grade or not, he doesn't care much about it.

Recently, he has been hanging out with Peeves. Almost no one in the entire school can see through his hidden magic, which allows him to appear anywhere. The various facilities in Hogwarts that prohibit magic are not good for him.

play any role - partly because of his status as a descendant of Hufflepuff, and partly because the Ley Line is becoming part of Hogwarts Castle.

The wisdom of Hogwarts Castle, that is, the spirit Hogwarts, cannot affect the existence of the Magic Network, just like it had no way to prevent Helga from using the castle to maintain the existence of space. Hogwarts

Ci's castle is only a protective measure for the Magic Network and cannot cause any interference to the Magic Network.

But this is enough to bring enough benefits to Hogwarts.

"How do you feel now, Hogg?"

"Not bad. I feel that my intelligence has been greatly improved, and I can now receive information from all directions. According to the information I received before, my current state is probably no different from a network server."

"There is still a difference. At least in this era, Muggles have not developed such high-end artificial intelligence as you, but there may be no Muggles in the future."

Jon took a picture of the virtual figure in front of him. The power of magic can indeed interfere with real matter. At least now the virtual figure he took is like reality.

"You and Peeves are indeed a good couple, so keep going. I'll come see you again later."

Things here are basically over, and Jon himself can't stay here for too long.

After all, he is quite busy.

After coming down from upstairs, he saw these people confronting each other.

It's just that he is hidden behind magic and no one sees him.

…

Malfoy's hand quickly reached for his wand, but Harry was even faster. Before Malfoy could put his fingers into the pocket of his robes, he had already taken out his wand.

"Potter!"

The sound came from the other end of the porch. Jon stopped his fingertips that were about to pop out and looked back.

Snape appeared on the stairs leading to his office, and the sight of him made Harry itch with hatred that went far beyond his disgust at Malfoy.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

Snape strode towards the four of them as he spoke, his tone as cold as before.

"I was just wondering what spell to use on Malfoy, sir," Harry said angrily.

Snape glared at Harry.

"Put your wand away now," he shouted flatly. "Ten points from Gryffindor—"

Snape looked at the huge hourglass on the wall and smiled contemptuously.

"Ah, I realize that there are no points left to deduct in the Gryffindor hourglass. In this case, Potter, we have to—"

"A few more points?"

Professor McGonagall was walking on the stone steps into the castle; she was holding a tartan travel bag in one hand and leaning on a cane with the other, but she looked quite good.

"Professor McGonagall!" Snape said and came forward, "It seems that you have just come out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies!"

"Yes, Professor Snape," said Professor McGonagall, shaking off her traveling cloak, "I am a whole new person. You two - Crabbe - Goyle -"

She waved them over commandingly, and they shuffled up to her.

"Here," Professor McGonagall said, stuffing the traveling bag into Crabbe's arms and the cloak into Goyle's arms, "take these to my office."

They both turned and climbed the marble steps and stumbled away.

"Next," Professor McGonagall looked up at the hourglass on the wall and said, "In this case, I think Potter and his friends should each get fifty points. Because they are the ones who reminded everyone that the mysterious man is back!

What do you think, Professor Snape?"

"What?"

Snape asked in surprise, and Harry thought he must have heard clearly, "Oh - OK - I think..."

"Then, Potter, the Weasley brothers, Longbottom and Miss Granger each get fifty points."

As Professor McGonagall was talking, a large pile of rubies fell into the ball under the Gryffindor hourglass.

"Oh - and Lovegood's fifty points, I think," she added, as some sapphires fell into Ravenclaw's hourglass, "and now you're deducting Potter's ten points, I guess.

, Professor Snape - okay, that's it..."

A few rubies flew back into the ball above, but even so, the remaining number was still considerable.

"Okay, Potter, Malfoy.

I think you should go outside in such nice weather," Professor McGonagall continued to say enthusiastically.

Harry listened to Professor McGonagall and left the castle and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

The students were lying around on the grass basking in the sun, some were chatting, and some were reading the Sunday Prophet.

They all looked at him as he passed by, and some greeted him loudly or waved to him, obviously eager to express that they had long considered him to be somewhat of a hero, just as the Daily Prophet believed.

Harry made no response.

When he knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut, he thought he was not at home at first, but soon Fang rushed over from around the corner and welcomed him so enthusiastically that he almost knocked him down.

Fang told him that Hagrid was picking runner beans in the backyard.

"Great, Harry!" Hagrid shouted happily to Harry who was walking towards the fence, "Come in, come in quickly, let's have a glass of dandelion juice."

"are you OK?"

They sat down at the wooden table, with a glass of ice juice in front of each of them. Hagrid asked:

"You feel—not bad, right?"

Harry knew from the concerned look on his face that he wasn't asking about his health.

"I'm fine," Harry said quickly. He knew what was going on in Hagrid's mind and he didn't want to talk about those things. "So, where have you been?"

"He's been hiding in the mountains outside," Hagrid said, "in a cave above, just like Sirius did back then -"