(Thanks to my good brother, "Heartbeat Hogwarts" for the tip)
No one knew what Jon's Guardian Angel was.
When Helga saw the appearance of the Guardian Angel from the outside, he thought it was a swallow at first.
However, this "swallow" was too big.
Secondly, this bird did not have feet.
Since when did a swallow have no feet in this world?
Helga was confused, and so was Jon who had woken up.
It was just that they had been delayed for too long. The two people didn't say much before Helga sent Jon out.
Although Helga said the one-hour time limit, it was true that the soul would be damaged if it left the body for too long, so it was better to send him out first.
If they wanted to talk, there would be plenty of time in the future.
…
When Jon woke up, it was already night.
To be exact, it was the night of the third day.
Looking at the dim sky outside the window, Jon took off his dirty clothes and took out a set of home clothes from the closet.
It was interesting to say that the clothes in his closet were all chosen by him, and they were completely in line with his own aesthetic.
Fashion was indeed a circle.
In the past few days, Carlyle strictly followed Jon's instructions and didn't let anyone disturb Jon's rest. At the same time, Jon was starving.
And just in the few days when Jon was asleep, a guest had crossed half of the United Kingdom and came to Biro Manor.
Mr. Gidro Lohat, who was hired by Jon and would be Jon's magic teacher for the next period of time, had arrived here last night and stayed in the guest room under Carlyle's arrangement.
So, the first thing Jon did when he woke up was to invite him to dinner.
"Is the food in my house to your taste? Teacher Lohat? "
"Of course, of course."
Jon had a signature innocent smile on his face, which made Professor Lohat, sitting across the long table, feel uneasy.
Obviously, they had known each other before and knew what kind of person the other party was. Why was he being so polite?
Is there an audience here?
Besides, he was already sitting here. If there's anything you want to say, can't you just say it?
How can I still run?
However, it was obvious that he could not say this out loud. Hartley's gaze unconsciously swept over the house elf who was standing beside Chown, and he smiled stiffly.
Jon was too busy eating to care about Lohat's mood.
He hadn't eaten for three days. Although the Wizard's body could absorb mana to maintain his vital signs, hunger was unavoidable.
Lohat, on the other hand, was different. He ate like a gentleman. Of course, he could be considered a gentleman, that was for sure. He observed table manners very strictly.
Of course, this was not his habit. It was just that he did not dare to be too presumptuous.
It wasn't because of the reputation of the Hufflepuff Family. It was mainly because Kalidi had put a lot of pressure on him.
He was no match for him.
Speaking of which, it was not surprising that the Wizard could not beat the house elves.
Before the house elves were enslaved by the Wizard, they were originally one of the most powerful magical creatures. They were born with powerful magical talent and strength. Ordinary Wizards could not be compared to them.
Even after being enslaved, the house elves were restricted by the Wizard because of the contract. Even so, the contract could only guarantee that the house elves would not hurt their master. For other Wizards, there was no such restriction.
Lohat, who had his own thoughts in mind, finished his meal and returned to the guest room to prepare for his lecture.
He had already obtained some information about Jon's learning progress.
Of course, Jon would not tell Lohat his real progress. Although it was said that one should not doubt the person he used, he could not completely trust himself. So Helga helped him fabricate a strength level so that he could use it to deal with Lohat.
The strength of an ordinary student at the peak of the second grade was similar to that of a normal descendant of an ancient family. It would not be too excessive, and it would not make Lohat feel that he could not teach.
This was the serious matter.
Chown glanced at Harthart's departing figure, and the speed at which he ate increased by 30%.
The happiest person was Kalidi. Jon ate happily, and he felt that it was a reward for himself. .
After finishing his meal, Jon returned to the study.
The warm light of the lamp poured down from the table. After enduring the candlelight in the Hogwarts for so long, he finally felt that he had returned to human society.
Notebook, pen, lamp, book, all that was missing was a computer.
Was this the life of a researcher?
What was the point of fighting and killing all day long?
Jon was bored. He inserted his magic wand into the sheepskin tube on his right and picked up a pencil to sketch on a piece of paper.
If Stephen were here, he would immediately guess that Jon was thinking of persecuting others.
Unfortunately, an owl could not teleport, and it took time for the letter to be sent. Stephen also had to pack his things, so he would not be able to come back until two days later.
Jon put down the pencil in his hand and drew on the paper for a long time, but he had no clue. He might as well do something else.
So he began to play with the lamp's drawstring.
It was strange.
Helga said that the magic environment in Jon's house was not much different from that in the Hogwarts. This was referring to the difference in density. After all, the difference in size between the two places was obvious. However, the Muggle items that could not be used in the Hogwarts could be used in Jon's house.
"Maybe it's because the Hogwarts have a higher degree of space compounding."
Helga's voice suddenly appeared in front of him. Jon reflexively looked up and was startled.
Because Helga came down from the painting.
She really did come down. Jon was startled when he saw the witch sitting on the sofa under the portrait, fiddling with the half-blooming flower bud on the coffee table with two fingers.
"First, first, first, first … ancestor!"
"What are you shouting for? Don't make a fuss! "
Helga looked up and glanced at Jon. Jon then saw that Helga's appearance seemed to be more delicate.
The amiable middle-aged witch he saw a year ago had become the only one in the portrait in Hufflepuff's common room. Recently, Helga appeared in front of him again and again, she was younger and younger.
It seemed that no matter what kind of woman she was, even if she had lived for more than a thousand years, she still cared about her appearance.
After being reminded by Helga, Jon also felt that he had just been rash.
Fortunately, the room was soundproof. Otherwise, if Lohat heard it, who knew what would happen.
But...
"Ancestor, you can come down from the painting?"
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