HP Approaches the Magic World

Hufflepuff's large study room.

This should be regarded as the only place in Hogwarts that has not been disturbed in any way.

Thanks to the Hufflepuff Magical Research Society established by Jon many years ago, this society has accommodated 99% of Hufflepuff students, and most of the remaining few people are interested in this society.

Remaining silent.

In the final analysis, it is because there are too few pure-blood wizards in Hufflepuff College. Everyone has a similar background. Everyone hopes that Muggle-born wizards can get better training here, so as to reduce the number of them.

Discrimination suffered outside.

Only by improving your ability can you reverse the prejudices of others.

Jon has been here these two days to help train these students.

It's just that no one knows who he is. He appears like a cloud. The power of magic and transformation allows him to appear next to others in various appearances. The memory magic is eliminated after he leaves.

Part of the memory of those little wizards.

With his ability reaching this level, if he really wanted to cause some damage, it would actually be very easy.

And that night, after the castle curfew, all the students returned to their dormitories to rest, and this study room welcomed a new guest.

Hermione looked at the empty classroom in front of her, a little surprised.

"How's it going? If I remember correctly, this should be your first time in Hufflepuff's public study room."

Hermione nodded, she looked at Jon and knocked on the wall on one side of the classroom, and then a small window opened.

"Hmm...what would you like for supper?"

"Just warm milk."

"Okay," Jon turned to the window and said inside: "Two hot milk, two strawberry cakes, and one cookie."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to the secretary's seat, sitting on the secretary's seat - this position is now Stephen's.

Without much effort, an elf quietly appeared in the study room, carrying what Jon wanted.

"Just find a place to sit. There's no one here anyway, so they probably won't mind you sitting here."

Hermione sat down hesitantly. Facing the scene in front of her, she felt that it was a bit outrageous.

"why is that?"

"what why?"

"I mean this room, and...these," she pointed at the milk and cakes in front of her: "Why is there such a place in the school?"

"Probably because of me, Hufflepuff has done a very good job of keeping this matter secret. All students will never talk about Hufflepuff's internal information outside.

Of course, sometimes they talk privately, but no one cares what a Hufflepuff says, right?

This is the large study room of the Hufflepuff Magical Research Society. This Magical Research Society was an organization founded when I was still studying at Hogwarts. Of course, it didn't actually last many years.

The purpose of this organization is not only to train the students' magical power so that they can have more ability to protect themselves in danger, but also to better monitor Harry's life."

"Surveillance? Why monitor Harry's life?"

"Don't you understand this question yourself? I think you seem to have been reporting to me frequently about Harry's thoughts and what he has done recently."

"Yes," Hermione defended, "but that's because these things are always related to me, so I tell you."

"Of course, everything about Harry is related to our final plan, and we need to ensure that everything about him is foolproof, but this shouldn't be what you came to talk to me about today, right?

When you were looking for me in the afternoon, I felt something was wrong. Was there something important that happened when you were looking for me in such a hurry?"

"There are indeed a few things." Seeing that Jon didn't want to dwell on the issue of spying on Harry, Hermione also changed her topic wisely: "Some things happened this afternoon, the first of which

Yes, when Harry and I were in Hogsmeade, we found that Mundungus was stealing and selling things from Sirius's house. Regarding this matter, I think it is necessary to tell you. After all, apart from the members of the Order of the Phoenix,

Except for Dumbledore, no one can restrain Mundungus. If it were you, you should be able to restrain him, right?"

“Restrain Mundungus?

I'm afraid I won't be able to do this because I haven't clearly expressed my identity to everyone in the Order of the Phoenix.

Only important people are qualified to know my existence. Unimportant people like Mundungus can only get orders from some members of the Order of the Phoenix.

But he didn't want those things from Sirius. He now has his own new home. There were many things in Grimmauld Place that would only remind him of his past unpleasantness, so he chose to throw them all away. Of course, those things were also very painful.

It would be a good choice to leave something valuable to Harry.

If you think this is not a good idea, why don't you go and deal with Mundungus yourself?"

"We...I'm afraid we can't do it. Mundungus is still stronger than us after all. During the confrontation in Hogsmeade today, Harry tried to subdue him, but he disapparated and escaped.

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"Capturing Mundungus doesn't necessarily require you to do it yourself. Don't forget that among the things Sirius left for Harry, there was also a house elf.

Don't underestimate the power of house elves, their abilities are more than enough to subdue a defective creature like Mundungus."

Hermione was already very smart, so when Jon clicked on her, he already understood what Jon wanted her to do.

"Okay, I will talk to Harry about this when I get back and try to let him know in a hint way."

"You are very smart, so you don't need me to worry about these things for you. Now that you have made a decision, let's talk about the next thing."

Hermione nodded, took a sip of milk, and calmed down her mood.

"The second thing, I think if I don't tell you, teacher, you will know it soon. When we came back there this afternoon, a terrible thing happened. A female student was possessed by black magic.

The alchemy item was injured. I saw that necklace before, in a black magic shop."

What she said made Jon raise his eyebrows, because this plot seemed familiar. He seemed to have been injured by the same method before. What was sent in at that time was a black magic alchemy item with a lethal substance attached to it.

Spiritual magic, and this time, what is it?