HP Approaches the Magical World

"Hi, long time no see."

Jon walked up to the girl with some embarrassment: "Want to have dinner together?"

The girl leaned in some, squinting her eyes and smiling.

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

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

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

"There is something to talk about."

"Go to eat first, and talk while eating."

...

Bella was really fine.

Just like countless decades in the past, this time the "Looking for the Lost Crown" event still ended in failure, but Bella's team should have achieved a good honor in this event. Two days ago, Jon met When I was with Penello, I saw that the future prefect of Ravenclaw had 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 said at all. You Ravenclaw students study like crazy at the end of each term. More than half of the library is occupied by your college."

Jon chewed the pie absently. Hogwarts food is delicious, but the style is always the same. After eating for a long time, it doesn't feel so novel. It's not like the elves in the house can change Make food in different ways.

But it is no problem to use it to satisfy hunger.

"The library is occupied by people from our college entirely because you don't use it. I heard that your college has specially approved a large classroom from Professor Sprout. Everyone in our college is envious. It's a pity that Professor Flitwick thinks that we There is no need to study in this way, so we just go to the library."

hehe.

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

"Speaking of which, don't you have many notes left by your seniors? Don't you have any experiences to share in passing the exam?"

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

"mean."

Jon curled his lips, it's not like he failed the exam, besides,

"You are my cousin? It's fine if you don't help. Can you be more tender when you talk. "

"It's useless to be warm with you. It's not that I don't know that the students in your college have been crowding out the students in our college during this time."

Bella, who was familiar with the inside story, glared at Jon as she spoke, "It's all because of you!"

Jon: "..."

What else can he say?

Fortunately, Bella didn't really come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime today. After speaking for a while, she gave Jon a small thing.

"What's this?"

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

"Penello gave you a gift in return, saying that it was a birthday gift to thank you. It should be an alchemy tool that she made in her free time, but I don't know what it is."

Bella put down her things and left, but Jon, who was sitting in the original position, was at a loss.

"It's such a troublesome thing to return a gift..."

He gave the birthday present just because Bella mentioned something when she asked him to help with the shopping. He thought it might be useful in the future, so he gave a gift to make friends, but he never expected to receive a gift in return.

It took so long to get it, it is estimated that Penello has prepared a gift for a long time.

In the current situation of the two colleges, they still bothered to prepare a gift in return, and asked Bella to send it to avoid suspicion. It is estimated that this gift is also a hot potato, which is not easy to take.

Forget it, it's just a gift.

Jon stuffed the gift into his arms casually,

He directly ignored the ticking sound inside the small package.

...

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts now. According to our sources, 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 the distant America.

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

And now, the Bayer Slane standing in front of her already had a part of the deterrent power of a "prophet".

"The news may not be credible. With Dumbledore's strength, it will only take half an hour to return from France with all his strength."

"Yes, what shall we do then?"

"Wait, this time Edmund died at the hands of Dumbledore, it was his own fault, even the teacher can only swallow this mistake, but our arrangement at Hogwarts has been cleaned up, That's the big problem."

"That Dark Lord has always been moody. There was a problem with this transaction. He will never give up this opportunity easily."

"Your Excellency the 'Prophet' won't let him speak like a lion, right? Even the Dark Lord is just a dying soul right now."

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

"There is an old saying in the East that misfortune comes from your mouth, so you should also pay attention to your mouth."

Bayer reached out and pinched the witch's soft lips, and smiled coldly: "When this matter is over, you can 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."

"Perhaps so."

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

"It's good if you can think like this. Don't rush things. Take your time. It will take a long time. That idiot Edmund is dead, and I have to clean up the mess for him."

Bayer looked at the roulette wheel in his hand, feeling calm.

He was not a restless idiot like Edmund, who didn't even know that he was being watched.

Dumbledore didn't dare to move, wouldn't he dare to be a student?

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

"It's getting late."

Putting the roulette aside casually, Bayer glanced at the docile Kelly and said softly, "I'm going to rest."

"Yes, my lord."

Kelly turned sideways to make room for Bayer, followed him into the room, and closed the door.

The sound insulation in the basement is very good, but the occasional sound from the gap between the doors adds a bit of fiery atmosphere to the night.

The summer temperature diffuses in the small room.