HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

To be honest, Jon doesn't like this state very much.

He suddenly returned to the life and rest in the school a long, long time ago, but this time the difference is that he does not need to go to class, but only needs to cooperate with Dumbledore to do some things.

And part of it is still his own business.

Dumbledore gave him fake grades, which Jon could not have imagined before. It is unbelievable that a person like Dumbledore can actually tamper with a student's grades.

But seeing Dumbledore's performance shouldn't be a big deal, so Jon was relieved.

Anyway, it's just an achievement.

It doesn't matter whether he has this grade or not, he doesn't care much about it.

Recently, he has been hanging out with Peeves. Almost no one in the whole school can see through his hidden magic, which allows him to appear anywhere. The facilities that prohibit magic in Hogwarts are not good for him. No role - partly because he was a Hufflepuff, and partly because the Weave was becoming part of Hogwarts Castle.

And the wisdom of Hogwarts Castle, that is, Hogwarts, the spirit body, cannot affect the existence of the magic net, just as it could not prevent Helga from using the castle to maintain the existence of space, Hogwarts Ci's castle is only a protective measure for the magic net, and cannot cause any interference to the magic net.

But that's enough to do Hogwarts well enough.

"How are you feeling now, Hogg?"

"Not bad, I feel that my intelligence has been greatly improved, and I have been able to receive information from all directions. According to the information I received before, my current state is probably no different from that of a web server."

"There is still a difference. At least in this era, Muggles have not yet developed a high-end artificial intelligence like yours, but there may be no Muggles in the future."

Jon patted the virtual figure in front of him, the power of magic can indeed interfere with real matter, at least now the virtual figure he took is as real as it is.

"You and Peeves are indeed a good pair, so let's keep doing it. I'll come see you later."

The things here are basically over, and it is impossible for Jon himself to stay here for too long.

After all, he is still busy.

After coming down from upstairs, he saw these people who were confronting each other.

It's just that he hides behind the magic and no one sees him.

...

Malfoy's hand quickly reached for his wand, but Harry's was even faster, and Malfoy's wand was out before Malfoy could get his fingers into the pockets of his robes.

"Potter!"

The sound came from the other end of the porch, and Jon stopped his fingertips that were about to pop out, and looked back.

Harry's teeth itch at the sight of Snape on the stairs leading to his office, a feeling that went far beyond Malfoy.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

As he spoke, Snape strode towards the four of them, his tone as cold as ever.

"I was wondering what spell to cast on Malfoy, sir," said Harry angrily.

Snape glared at Harry.

"Put away your wand at once," he snapped, "ten points from Gryffindor—"

Snape looked at the huge hourglass on the wall and smiled contemptuously.

"Ah, I see that there are no points left in the Gryffindor hourglass. In that case, Potter, we'll have to—"

"Add some points?"

Professor McGonagall was walking up the stone steps into the castle; she was carrying a tartan duffel bag in one hand and leaning hard on a cane with the other, but she looked quite well.

"Professor McGonagall!" Snape said, walking up to meet him. "It seems that you just came out of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds!"

"Yes,

Professor Snape," said Professor McGonagall as he shook off his traveling cloak, "I'm completely new. You two - Crabbe - Goyle -"

She beckoned the two of them over imperatively, and they shuffled to her.

"Here," said Professor McGonagall, stuffing the travel bag into Crabbe's arms and the cloak into Goyle's arms, "take these to my office."

They both turned and went up the marble steps and staggered away.

"Next," said Professor McGonagall, looking up at the hourglass on the wall, "then, I think Potter and his companions should get fifty points each. Because they remind everyone that You-Know-Who is back!"

What do you think, Professor Snape? "

"What?"

Snape asked in surprise, and Harry thought he must have heard clearly, "Oh - well - I think..."

"Then, fifty points each for Potter, the Weasleys, Longbottom and Miss Granger."

As Professor McGonagall was speaking, a large pile of rubies fell into the ball under the Gryffindor hourglass.

"Oh—and Lovegood's fifty points, I think," she added, as some sapphires fell into Ravenclaw's hourglass, "and now you're taking Potter's ten, I think , Professor Snape - well, that's it..."

A few of the rubies flew back into the upper sphere, and even so, a considerable number remained.

"Okay, Potter, Malfoy.

I think you should go outside in such fine weather. "Professor McGonagall continued to speak enthusiastically.

Harry followed Professor McGonagall's words and left the castle, heading towards Hagrid's hut.

The students were lying on the grass here and there basking in the sun, some chatting and some reading the Sunday Prophet.

They all looked at him as he passed, some yelling at him or waving at him, evidently eager to show that they already considered him somewhat of a hero, as the Daily Prophet did.

Harry didn't respond.

When he knocked on Hagrid's cabin door, he thought at first he wasn't home, but Fang came round the corner and greeted him so enthusiastically that he nearly knocked him over.

Fang told him that Hagrid was picking runner beans in the backyard.

"That's great, Harry!" Hagrid shouted beamingly at Harry, who was walking towards the fence. "Come in, come in, let's have a glass of dandelion juice."

"are you OK?"

They sat down at the wooden table, with a glass of iced juice in front of each of them, and Hagrid asked:

"You're feeling—not bad, are you?"

Harry knew from the concerned expression on his face that he wasn't asking himself if he was healthy.

"I'm fine," said Harry hastily, knowing what Hagrid was thinking, and he didn't want to talk about those things, "so, where have you been?"

"Been hiding out in the mountains," said Hagrid, "in a cave up there, just like Sirius was—"