HP Approaches the Magical World

Jon woke up from his bed.

He raised his wrist, and the fluorescent hands showed that it was already past three o'clock in the middle of the night, and it would be early morning in a while.

The mechanical watch on the wrist is considered a semi-magic item, and it is attached with a precision spell and an anti-magnetic field spell to prevent Hogwarts' powerful magic magnetic field from affecting this Muggle item.

Of course, the watch violated the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Act.

But how can there be so many people looking for trouble in this world?

Those who like to seek trouble and those who are troubled are either liked or hated.

Coincidentally, neither of these emotions has anything to do with Jon.

Jon lay on the bed and let himself go. The bed curtain cut off the breathing of others in the dormitory, making this small space extraordinarily quiet.

He began to think.

Because he had just seen Hufflepuff in his dream, he still had a feeling of unreality.

If there really is a God, is this God laughing at this moment?

Can God tell him why?

He has made up his mind to spend seven years of school life honestly, and now tell him that Helga Hufflepuff is his ancestor, and there is actually a "mysterious" magical aura about him, and he is destined to have great achievements , and then the ending is not happy?

What kind of wise author can write this kind of plot where the protagonist's journey suddenly begins?

Are you a fan of NZND, MDZZ?

The more Jon thought about it, the more his head hurt. He always felt that there was a pair of invisible hands manipulating all of this. He could only act like a puppet, performing according to the established order.

"Of course, it might just be a dream, so don't worry about it."

He comforted himself in this way, tried to calm down, and the composure he cultivated in more than ten years was to face the current situation?

He couldn't do it when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face, but accepting new information was just a small scene, so there was no need to be so surprised.

He tossed and turned on the bed to calm himself down. After Jon felt that there was nothing wrong with him, he climbed out of the bed and saw that it was almost five o'clock.

He took out his close-fitting underwear from the locker—these clothes exist for the convenience of movement, then put on his robe, touched the ring on his hand, and walked towards the common room.

Hufflepuff's ghost fat monk was sleeping on a chair in the common room, and Jon lightly did not disturb him. When he passed by Hufflepuff's portrait, the smiling legendary witch on the portrait was still facing him Blinked.

Okay, now I can be sure that I was not dreaming last night.

Jon nodded politely, and then got out from the exit. Although it was still within the curfew time, normal people should be sleeping soundly at this time. After all, Filch is a squib and needs to rest.

Presumably, the twins in the Weasley family gave Mr. Administrator a headache.

Jon didn't intend to challenge the Hogwarts dormitory custodian. Living in the wizarding world is already painful for this kind of squib, so there's no need to make it worse.

He followed Helga's route and walked up the castle tower without any hesitation.

Fortunately, today is not a "staircase holiday". It took Jon a few minutes to run from the basement level to the eighth floor of the castle, and then found the wall opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnaba silly with a stick.

Behind this wall is Ms. Ravenclaw's study, library, bedroom, bathroom... In short, Ms. Ravenclaw's living room is here. After Ms. Ravenclaw's death, this house It has become a secret exploration place that Hogwarts left to the students.

Powerful space magic, hidden magic that has lasted for thousands of years, defensive magic integrated with Hogwarts... Jon had always yearned for this room,

After hearing Helga's words, this longing became even stronger.

Of course he knew how to open the Room of Requirement, but with Helga's guidance, that method seemed a little troublesome.

He reached out and drew his wand from the ring, leaned against the wall in front of him, and said softly

"The most precious thing in the world is friendship." (The most important thing in the world, is friendship.)

The wall in front of him began to change, not into a door, but into a film of light like waves. With a little force from Jon, the tip of Mo Zhan's wand had already penetrated in.

Jon didn't hesitate, and walked directly towards the light film, just like entering platform nine and three quarters.

There is nothing special in the house, except that the furnishings are a bit outdated, the other places are very similar to Jon's own study room, bookshelves, desks, chairs, paintings on the wall, quills on the table and half-used pens. The ink bottle, the ink inside has condensed into hard lumps...

Jon touched the traces of these objects. A thousand years later, these objects are still well preserved, as if the original owner was still there just now.

When he turned around, he saw the huge portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait was very empty, except for a young figure standing in the middle left. The long purple dress was spread on the ground like running water. The golden thread outlines the deep and mysterious honey badger coat of arms...

After so many years, she didn't seem to have changed in any way, her smile was still gentle and warm.

Jon suddenly remembered Hufflepuff College's introduction about his ancestor, which said that she treated all students as if they were her own children.

Someone who can be called a mother by students must have something special about her.

"Are these blank spaces the portraits of the three founders?"

Jon looked at the huge blank space on the screen and asked, Hufflepuff in the portrait nodded, and here she was finally able to speak freely:

"In the beginning, it was Slytherin who left, and his portrait also left here, and then Gryffindor and Ravenclaw died one after another, and no one knew about the portrait here. In fact, we all know that when entering Luo Ina's study password, but no one has ever actually entered it, and it was only when I cast magic on the eve of my death that I found such a portrait here."

Helga's voice was sad.

"A few of us used to be very good friends!"

Jon didn't know how to proceed. At this time, he couldn't even empathize. This kind of friendship that lasted for thousands of years became extremely heavy after being precipitated by time. He even said a few witty words to ease Helga's pain. Sadness can't do it.

"Don't feel sad because of me. It's been so long, I've already seen it."

Helga in the portrait said by himself: "Didn't you say that there is something you want to learn? Now you can ask, but the magic world has developed for so long, I'm afraid I can't teach you too much."