HP Approaches the Magic World

"Hi, long time no see."

Jon walked up to the girl with some embarrassment: "Do you want to go to dinner together?"

The girl moved closer, squinting her eyes and smiling.

"Why are you nervous? I won't eat you."

"Is your game over? Why do you suddenly have time to come to me?"

Jon took a step back, avoiding Bella's death stare.

"You have something to say."

"Let's go eat first and talk while eating."

…

Nothing happened to Bella.

Like countless decades in the past, this time the "Search for the Lost Crown" event still ended in failure, but Bella and her team should have achieved a good honor in this event. Jon met two days ago

When I was visiting Penello, I saw the future prefect of Ravenclaw with a smile on his face.

And the final exam is coming soon. In fact, besides reviewing, everyone still has plenty of time.

"I don't believe what you are saying at all. Every year at the end of the Ravenclaw period, the students study like crazy. Your college takes up more than half of the library."

Jon chewed the pie absentmindedly. Although the food at Hogwarts is delicious, the styles are always the same. After eating for a long time, it doesn't feel novel anymore. It's not like the elf in the house can change.

Make food in various ways.

But there is no problem in using it to satisfy hunger.

"The library is occupied by people from our college simply because you don't use it. I heard that your college has specially approved a large classroom from Professor Sprout. People in our college are very envious. It's a pity that Professor Flitwick thinks that we

There is no need to study in this way, so we can only go to the library."

hehe.

Jon simply didn't bother to respond to Bella's verbal attack, but it did remind him of one thing.

"Speaking of which, don't you have a lot of notes left by your seniors? Don't you have any experience sharing about passing the exam?"

"Does it have anything to do with you? Don't think about it. Since you last entered our lounge, all the books and notes in the lounge have been cast with protective spells by the seniors."

"mean."

Jon curled his lips. It's not like he couldn't pass the exam. Besides,

"You are my cousin? Forget it if you don't help me. Can you be more gentle when you speak?"

"Being warm to you is of no use at all. It's not like I don't know that the students in your college have been ostracizing the students in our college during this time."

Bella, who knew the inside story well, glared at Jon as she spoke: "It's all your fault!"

Jon: "..."

What else could he say?

Fortunately, Bella didn't really come to accuse him today. After talking for a while, she gave Jon a small thing.

"What's this?"

Jon touched the package and couldn't figure out what was inside.

"The gift Penello gave you in return was said to be a thank you for your birthday gift. It should be an alchemy tool she made in her spare time, but I don't know what it is specifically."

Bella put down her things and left, but Jon, who was sitting there, was confused.

"Returning a gift is such a troublesome thing..."

He just gave her a birthday gift because Bella mentioned it when she asked him to help her buy things. He thought it might be useful in the future, so he gave her a gift to build friendship, but he never expected that he would receive a gift in return.

It took such a long time to get it, so Penello must have been preparing the gift for a long time.

In the current situation of the two colleges, they actually bothered to prepare a return gift. In order to avoid suspicion, they even asked Bella to send it. I guess this gift is also a hot potato and difficult to get.

Forget it, it's just a gift.

Jon stuffed the gift into his arms, ignoring the ticking sound inside the small package.

…

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts right now. Our information says that he has now gone to Nico Flamel's residence."

Hogsmeade, small gift shop.

basement.

Witch Kelly looked at the gloomy wizard in front of her, and couldn't help but think of the famous dark wizard "Prophet" in the Hidden Black Magic Association in distant America.

Although America has never experienced the black terror of being ruled by a mysterious man, Kelly still clearly remembers the power of that "prophet".

And now, the Bayer Slain standing in front of her already had some of the intimidating power of a "prophet".

"The news may not be credible. With Dumbledore's strength and all his strength, it will only take half an hour at most to come back from France."

"Yes, what should we do?"

"Wait a minute, Edmund's death at the hands of Dumbledore this time was his own fault. Even the teacher can only swallow this mistake, but our arrangements at Hogwarts have been cleaned up.

That’s the big problem.”

"The Dark Lord has always been moody. If there is a problem with this transaction, he will never give up this opportunity easily."

"Your Majesty the 'Prophet' will not let him open his mouth, right? Even the Dark Lord is just a lingering soul now."

After Kelly finished speaking, she felt Bayer's cold gaze and shut her mouth.

"There is an old saying in the East that disaster comes from the mouth, so you should also be careful with your mouth."

Bayer reached out and pinched the witch's soft lips, and smiled coldly: "When this matter is over, you will go back with me."

"Go back?" Kelly's eyes flashed with joy: "But the arrangement here..."

"Leave it all to the local dark wizards. The Dark Lord is coming back. They should be very excited."

"Maybe so."

Kelly also showed a charming smile: "But that doesn't care about our business, does it?"

"That's good if you think about it this way. Don't rush things. Take your time. There's still time. That idiot Edmund is dead. I still have to clean up his mess."

Bayer looked at the motionless roulette wheel in his hand and felt calm.

He is not a restless idiot like Edmund, who doesn't even know that he is being targeted.

He didn't dare to touch Dumbledore, how dare he not touch a student?

However, after searching for so long to find this opportunity, he couldn't be rash.

"It's getting late."

Putting the roulette wheel aside casually, Bayer glanced at the docile Kelly and said softly: "I want to rest."

"Yes, sir."

Kelly turned aside to make room for Bayer, then followed Bayer into the room and closed the door.

The sound insulation in the basement is very good, but the occasional sound coming out from between the cracks in the door added a bit of a fiery atmosphere to the night.

The summer temperature permeates the small house.