HP Approaches the Magical World

When Jon stepped onto the corridor on the fourth floor, Snape stepped out of the shadows.

"How's it going?"

Snape who was questioned nodded: "Everything is under control, but his progress is a little faster than we expected."

"This is natural, after all, the mysterious man is attached to him."

Jon recalled the smell he just smelled in the hall, which was the unique smell when Voldemort was possessed: "Thank you, Professor."

The so-called hard work, of course, does not refer to Snape's inspection on the fourth floor just now, but because Snape spends a long time with Professor Quirrell—as a former member of the Death Eaters, he must have been in Voldemort for a long time. It's not a good thing to stay around.

"That's what I should do, but Jon, I think you should go back to your place now."

Snape said coldly: "I have to go down to see the troll, and our Professor Quirrell is still passed out in the dining room."

"That's nothing to worry about. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout are watching him in the dining room. I think for his secret, he should not let Dumbledore interfere in his treatment, and Harry and his My friend has already gone down, and the three little wizards probably won't be able to subdue the giant monster all the time, so it's better for you to go down quickly, professor."

Jon said firmly, "Since that's the case, then I won't bother you any more. Professor please go ahead, I'll go back now."

The two naturally said goodbye. Jon was not in the mood to get involved with the rewards and punishments of Harry Potter and his friends. Whether he could show up or not, if he had to show up, he had to show up in another way .

As for the rest, that has nothing to do with him.

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Jon heard Stephen tell the whole story the next day, and did not give any other instructions, but asked Stephen to record this matter truthfully.

He suddenly thought of some other things. If he knew that someone was secretly recording everything, Miss Granger might not tell that lie later.

However, there is not much difference in the results of lying and not lying on this matter. For Jon, he will not take the initiative to tell other relevant personnel about this matter, such as Professor McGonagall.

That was the plot direction of the story, and he would not interfere indiscriminately, otherwise Joanne's "Harry Potter" story would not have been able to be written.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands is the same every year, and it gets very cold in November.

The mountains around the school were covered with gray ice and snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Even the training ground where Jon lived was affected. When the activity of water vapor in the air dropped significantly, Even his force field display is a bit difficult.

At this time, staying in the house and roasting the fire in the fireplace is a very, very comfortable thing.

But this is not the only comforting thing. For other Hogwarts students except Jon, there is another thing that makes them happy, and it also comes with frost and snow at the same time.

Quidditch season has begun.

"Have you heard? Harry Potter is going to play in this year's Quidditch match."

When Jon walked into the classroom in the afternoon, he heard the Gryffindor students saying such things.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard that he has only practiced for a few weeks and is about to play. I don't know what he can do. Shouldn't senior students be allowed to play such a key role as a Seeker? "

"I think it might be good. The choice of professors in our college should not be so hasty."

"I hope so. I heard people say that he really didn't play very well, and he just got into the team through the relationship of the professor."

Even the students of Gryffindor College have a lot of different opinions about Harry Potter joining the Quidditch team.

Jon didn't listen to them very carefully, just listened to a few sentences casually,

He went straight to the place Stephen had stood for him.

No one even greeted him along the way.

This is also a normal thing, after all, the meaning of social delisting itself is very serious.

"I heard that Professor Snape was injured."

Stephen whispered in Jon's ear, "Look."

Jon looked towards the podium in the direction Stephen pointed, but Snape looked normal, nothing happened. The only thing that seemed a little unnatural was that he was standing obediently behind the podium today.

It is a very cruel thing for a teacher who is used to walking around in class to stand in one place and give a lecture.

"What's going on? Do you know what happened?"

Jon asked.

"I heard from our classmates that the professor seems to be like this when he came down from the fourth floor today. It's a bit unnatural, and he walks with a limp."

"80% was bitten by Lu Wei during the inspection."

Jon said thoughtfully.

After all, if you don't bring a musical instrument, it's normal to be bitten by Lu Wei. Mythical creatures-even juveniles, are not so easy to deal with.

If Snape was really bitten by Lu Wei, then Jon thought he should go and see.

Wounds caused by mythical creatures do not heal so easily, and even if Snape was a master of potions, it would be difficult to remove the curse effect attached to the teeth of the three-headed dog.

For Jon, Snape is a very useful force at present, and he must get better as soon as possible.

So after class, Jon followed Snape to the staff lounge.

"Is the injury serious? I think you can't even walk very smoothly, Professor."

"Don't talk nonsense, give me the bandage inside."

Snape lifted his robes above his knees, and his right leg was bloodied and mangled from the bite.

Jon walked into the lounge and took out a roll of white bandages from the cabinet.

"The wounds caused by mythical creatures can't be treated with just bandages. I suggest you ask Professor Sprout to get some hell narcissus."

If you want to solve the curse of the three-headed dog, there is nothing more convenient than the hell narcissus. The hell narcissus on Professor Sprout's side has just cultivated a little bit, but Lu Wei is just a myth that hasn't grown up. Creatures, half a piece of hell narcissus leaf is enough.

"Let's talk about it later, damn it, were you able to stare at three heads at the same time?"

Before Snape finished speaking, he saw that Jon in front of him suddenly changed into Filch's appearance.

He followed Jon's gaze and saw Harry Potter who had just opened the door a crack.