HP Approaches the Magical World

(Thanks to my good brother "Heartbeating Hogwarts" for the reward)

No one knows what Jon's Patronus is.

Helga saw the appearance of the patron saint outside, and at first thought it was a swallow,

But this "swallow" is too big,

Second, this bird has no feet.

When has there been a swallow without feet in this world?

Helga was confused, and so was Jon, who was sober.

It's just that it has been delayed for too long, and the two of them didn't say a word before Helga sent Jon out.

The previous one-hour time limit, although Helga said it casually, but the soul will indeed be damaged if it is left for too long, so when the matter is settled, send the person out as soon as possible.

If you want to talk, isn't there plenty of time in the future?

...

It was already night when Jon woke up.

To be exact, it was already the night of the third day.

Looking at the dim sky outside the window, Jon took off his dirty clothes and found a piece of home clothes from the cabinet.

It's interesting to say that the clothes in his closet are all picked by himself, which are completely in line with his own aesthetics.

Fashion really is a circle.

In the past few days, Kaleidi strictly obeyed Jon's instructions, and did not let others disturb Jon's rest, and at the same time made Jon hungry.

And during the few days when Jon was sleeping, a guest had already traveled across half of England and came to Biro Manor.

Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, who was employed by Jon and will serve as Jon's magic teacher for the next period of time, arrived here last night, and stayed in the guest room under the arrangement of Caledy among.

So, the first thing Jon did when he woke up was to invite someone to dinner.

"Is my food to your liking, Mr Lockhart?"

"Of course, of course."

The innocent smile on Jon's face made Professor Lockhart, who was sitting across the long table, restless.

Obviously, everyone has known each other before, and they know what kind of person the other party is, so who do you want to show to be so polite?

Is there an audience here?

Besides, everyone else is already sitting here, so if you have anything to say, can you just speak up?

How can I still run?

It's just that these words obviously cannot be said - Lockhart unconsciously glanced at the house elf standing under Jon, and smiled a little stiffly.

Jon was busy eating, and was not in the mood to take care of Lockhart's mood.

I haven't eaten for three days. Although the wizard's body can absorb magic factors to maintain his vital signs, hunger is inevitable.

Lockhart was different, he ate like a gentleman - of course, he can be considered a gentleman, that's for sure - he followed the table etiquette very strictly.

This is naturally not his habit, it's just because he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous.

It wasn't that the reputation of the Hufflepuff family played any role, it was mainly that Caledie brought him considerable pressure.

He can't beat it.

Speaking of which, it is not uncommon for wizards to be unable to defeat house elves.

Before house elves were enslaved by wizards, they were originally one of the most powerful groups of magical creatures. They were born with powerful magical talents and powers, and ordinary wizards could not be compared with them.

Even after being enslaved, this group is restricted by wizards only because of the contract,

And even then, the contract can only guarantee that the elves will not harm their masters-there is no such restriction on other wizards.

Lockhart, who had his own thoughts in his heart, finished his meal and returned to the guest room to start preparing for his lecture.

Regarding Jon's study progress, he has already obtained some information.

Naturally, Jon would not tell Lockhart his real progress. Although he said that he would not doubt the employment, he would not be completely at ease when it came to him, so Helga forged a level of strength for him and asked him to take Come out and deal with Lockhart.

The peak strength of ordinary students in the second grade is about the same as those of the descendants of normal old families. It will not appear too much, and it will not make Lockhart feel that there is no way to teach.

This is the real thing.

Jon glanced at Lockhart's leaving figure, and he ate three minutes faster.

The happiest thing is Carly Di, Jon eats happily, he thinks it is a reward for himself. ,

After eating, Jon returned to the study.

The warm light from the desk lamp poured down from the table. After enduring the candlelight in Hogwarts for so long, it finally felt like returning to human society.

Notebooks, pens, desk lamps, books, only a computer is missing.

Is this the life of a researcher!

What does it look like to fight and kill with magic spells all day long!

Jon was bored, so he inserted his wand into the sheepskin box on the right, and took a pencil to draw on the straw paper.

If Stephen was here, he could immediately guess that Jon was thinking about persecuting others again.

It's a pity that owls can't apparate, and it takes time to deliver the letters, plus Stephen still has to pack up, so it will take two days for him to arrive.

Jon put down the pencil in his hand and drew on the paper for a long time, but he had no clue at all, so he might as well do something else.

So he began to play with the pull cord of the lamp.

Strange to say.

Helga has said that the magical environment of Jon's house is similar to that of Hogwarts - here is the difference in concentration, after all, there is the difference in size between the two - but, Hogwarts uses Muggle items that cannot be used can be used in Jon's house.

"Maybe it's because Hogwarts has a relatively high degree of spatial compounding."

Helga's voice suddenly appeared in front of him, Jon raised his head reflexively, and was startled.

Because Helga came down from the painting.

It was the real kind. Jon was startled when he saw the witch sitting on the sofa under the portrait stretching out two fingers to fiddle with the half-bloomed flower buds on the coffee table.

"First, first, first... ancestors!"

"What are you shouting for? What a fuss!"

Helga raised his head and glanced at Jon. Only then did Jon see clearly that Helga's appearance seemed to be more refined.

The amiable middle-aged witch whom he had seen a year ago had become the only one on the portrait in the Hufflepuff common room. Recently, when Helga appeared in front of him, she became younger each time.

It seems that no matter what strength a woman is, even if she has lived for more than a thousand years, she still cares about her appearance after all.

Being reminded by Helga, Jon also felt that he had been rash just now.

Fortunately, the soundproofing of this room is good, otherwise if Lockhart heard it, he would not know what would happen.

only……

"Ancestor, are you able to get off the painting?"