Chapter 88 87. Night tour encounter
"Three!"
In the common room of the Hogwarts carriage, Lavender waved her wand, and a mahjong in front of her flew to the middle of the table.
Jia Siyan absently touched a card and threw away a Dongfeng card at the same time.
"Halloween is over, why hasn't Jon come back?"
"Professor Dumbledore said that the time of Jon's return is uncertain. It may be a year or it may be only a few days. If it is calculated based on the long time, he will have at least half a year to come back."
Neville also threw away a tube, and analyzed it to Justin and the other three.
Ron also looked sad.
"What tasks do you think Professor Dumbledore wants Jon to do? He is only 12 years old, even if he usually learns magic faster than us... Could it be that he is asked to help study some magic?"
Lavender glared at him.
"What do you do as a professor in the school? No matter how smart Jon is, he can't study spells that the professor can't think of, right?"
After Lavender threw a card of 40,000, Justin's originally weak voice finally cheered up, and he pushed all the cards in front of him with a sweep of his wand.
"Nonsense!"
The game was over, but the four people who had already advanced to the second grade, including Jia Siyan who had won, didn't have much mood swings.
The five people who were originally good are now missing one for no reason. From the beginning to now, Neville and the others are still not used to the days when Jon is not around.
The chandelier on the common room was shaking slightly as the carriage moved forward. Ron looked at the new pet toad that Neville brought this semester, and grumbled.
"Maybe Jon is playing with a toad right now?"
Lavender throws an empty paper cup on his head.
"You thought Jon would be as boring as you!"
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Of course Jon wasn't toying with a toad, he was just torturing a frog.
"There are eyes but no eyes."
The red light hit a frog that Jon caught from the edge of the black lake. The moment the spell hit, the frog's eyes turned dull gray, and then panicked as if it had completely lost its sight. Jumping around in place.
Jon looked at the performance of the frog. He was basically proficient in the eye sickness spell, but the gap between the frog and the basilisk was obviously too large. The spell could work on the frog, but not necessarily on the basilisk.
The practice of the eye disease spell cannot be stopped, but Jon can shift part of his energy to other spells.
Although he doesn't need to refine potions in the Room of Requirement, he can also use this room as a place to practice magic spells. After all, it is so convenient, just like the name, it can indeed be called Response .
Jon's daily practice time is actually not long. Since Halloween, he has planned his time. After the curfew began at nine o'clock, he would lie in bed and rest, and wake up on time after twelve o'clock, wearing an invisibility cloak Sneak into the Room of Requirement to practice spells until 2:30 in the morning, then return to the dormitory to sleep, and then wake up at 6 o'clock to start a new day according to the Mudblood's prescribed schedule.
When it was time to practice spells tonight, Jon put away his wand, wrapped himself in an invisibility cloak, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.
It was still quiet in the castle, and the cold wind swept through the corridor, making him tighten his robe involuntarily.
In Hogwarts under the control of Voldemort, almost no students would have such bold ideas as night tours. Dolohov's attitude towards mixed-race students was also extremely harsh. Most of the young wizards in this school would not dare to touch him. moldy head.
Jon walked down the eighth floor smoothly as usual, but when he reached the corner of the stairs on the fifth floor, a burst of hurried footsteps came from far and near.
The voice was so clear in the dark night that Jon immediately subconsciously sank his heart to the bottom of the valley, thinking that he had been discovered!
But soon he was relieved, because along with the footsteps, there were two hurried conversations.
".Why didn't you find out until now! Think about how you will explain it to Mr. Crouch later!"
This voice was very familiar to Jon, and the speaker was the castle administrator Dolohov, but his tone was extremely urgent now, which was an emotion that he had never shown in front of mudblood students.
"I, I seldom go to the depths. Who would have thought that those books would become like that! I can't blame me. I can't enter the first-level restricted area without permission. It was time to renovate the bookshelves two days ago. I just found out it was wrong!"
An obviously timid voice stammered and explained.
"It's useless for you to tell me these things, wait to explain to Mr. Crouch!"
Jon was not at all interested in what they were talking about. After hearing Dolohov's voice, he immediately wanted to turn around and walk back, temporarily avoiding the castle administrator.
But just when he was about to step back to the staircase in front of him, there was a clear sound of footsteps above his head.
Someone went downstairs!
Jon immediately stopped all his movements. Now he is equivalent to being blocked on this flight of stairs. There will be movement no matter whether he is going up or down. The best and most concealed way can only be to stay where he is. !
At the same time, he also saw the greasy-haired, pale-faced wizard coming down the stairs.
"So, is there anything that you must explain to Crouch?"
Snape stopped at the corner of the stairs, less than two meters away from where Jon squatted down. He looked at Dolohov and another cowering wizard who had just walked up to the stairs with an expression asked indifferently.
After Dolohov and the wizard saw Snape, their bodies froze a little. They didn't seem to be too intimate with the vice-principal, even through their ugly faces. It can be judged that this attitude can be called repulsion.
But the two still maintain a basic respect.
"Mr. Snape, it's just that Quirrell discovered some accidents in the library, and it's not worth disturbing your rest."
Dolokhov's voice was harsh, and all the words were honorifics, but people couldn't feel the slightest convincing.
"My question is, what do you have to explain to Barty Jr." Snape raised his voice, looked at Dolohov and the others with a cold face, "I need to repeat this question for the third time. over and over again!"
Dolokhov lowered his head. He seemed obedient, but in fact his eyes were full of resentment, and the one who answered again was naturally the librarian named "Quilinas Quirrell".
"Forbidden, the books in the deepest part of the restricted area have all lost the magic power they should have, first, sir."
Originally, I wanted to sneak out codes during the day to make up for it, but it turned out that the weekends became more and more busy.
Don’t worry, there will be no less updates. This chapter is considered early in the morning. I will stay up late for the original two chapters today. If you can’t cultivate immortals, get up and read them tomorrow.
(end of this chapter)