While Jon was taking notes and records in the study, in the teaching room on the first floor, Lohat was shivering in his chair.
Not long ago, he went up to the second floor and returned to his room to rest. When he went out, he happened to see Jon push open the door of the study and walk in.
So, his occupational disease flared up again.
Since he came here, he was clearly warned by the elf not to get close to that study, but how could curiosity be suppressed by a warning?
So he moved his hand, wanting to see the secret.
Then, he collapsed.
…
Strictly speaking, Lohat's life was no different from what Jon told Anthony.
His life was actually the life of an agent.
And what kind of life did an agent live?
Find the target, investigate the target's life, then get close to the target to get the information they wanted, then get rid of the target and return to their normal life.
For the sake of his reputation, Lockhart had no choice but to search for suitable people to obtain their experiences and memories. Even if Lockhart was a master of memory magic, tampering with memories was ultimately a dangerous thing to do.
And in this world,
The safest,
Only the dead.
For his own safety, Lohat could only completely turn his inspiration providers into dead people who could not speak.
In his hands, he had developed countless ways to apply the Mind Suggestion Magic that he had obtained from the American Black Sorcerer.
So the target Wizard he met later left the world in all kinds of suicides.
In this world, the safest and most inconspicuous way to die was to commit suicide.
So, Lohat actually had some lives on his hands.
It was just that he did it secretly, and the people who did it were usually not people who had interacted with him, so these dark things had not been discovered by others.
Not being discovered naturally meant that he could continue to do it.
In the past, Lohat was like this, without restrictions from others, he did things on his own. If it were not for the fact that every memory change would bring a certain degree of serious sequelae, Lohat would not only publish these few books now.
After all, with his literary foundation, he could basically write a book in one or two years.
The reason why he was found by Jon this time was actually because he had just finished writing a book and was in a period of severe aftereffects.
In Muggle's university, it was mainly because he wanted to find a place where magic was not used as much as possible.
Only Muggle's world was suitable for such a place.
As a celebrity, Muggle's university was the best place for him to hide from his fanatical fans.
No matter how the female students dealt with it, it was not as difficult as dealing with the witches.
He had originally planned to rest for a year in college, but he did not expect Jon Smith to appear out of nowhere.
In any case, Jon's conditions had completely grasped his weakness. The reason he was here now was not only because of Jon's threats and promises, but also because he was curious about the Hufflepuff Family.
Who wouldn't be curious about how the descendants of legendary witches lived?
But when there was only Jon and a house elf in the whole manor, Lohat began to think more.
It was not that he doubted Jon's identity. Since Jon had said so, he was not afraid of him investigating. He was thinking about the legends.
As an adventure writer who had never explored before, it was rare for him to have an opportunity to explore, so naturally he would be excited.
The only problem was … there was a house elf in the manor, and there was also a powerful magic array.
For the past few days, he had not dared to act rashly. He could only relieve his inner curiosity by preparing for class. But in the afternoon, his curiosity once again prevailed.
Jon opened the door himself, and he did not go near the study. He just used magic to see what was inside from a distance. He had no other thoughts at all. It was a rare opportunity, and it would be a pity if he did not seize it.
So he quietly waved his magic wand and bloomed an icicle.
The mutated application of [Clear Water Like Spring] condensed a few tiny ice crystal mirrors in the air that could reflect light, and used them to look at the scene in the study.
It was just that when he adjusted the angle and saw the portrait hanging on the wall, someone noticed him.
The young woman in the portrait, who was dressed luxuriously, just frowned and glared at him.
Then.
More than a dozen ice crystal mirrors were silently crushed into nothingness in mid-air. The woman's gaze was like a needle that pierced into his mind.
A sharp pain hit him.
The pain was not as lasting as the aftereffects of memory modification, it only lasted for a short period of time.
But it was enough to make Lohat break out in a cold sweat, and then he ran back to the small room on the first floor like he was escaping.
That was … Helga Hufflepuff.
A legendary witch.
The pain did not weaken Lohat's thinking, but made him more awake. The appearance of the witch in the portrait became clearer and clearer in his mind.
Luxurious purple.
Honey badgers in a group.
There was also a tree.
Knowing the reputation of the legendary witch Hufflepuff, as well as Hufflepuff's emblem, at this time, how could Lohat not figure out who the witch in the portrait was?
Only a legendary witch would be able to leave such a powerful mark on a portrait.
Moreover.
Lohat suddenly let out a long breath and calmed himself down.
He shouldn't … lose this job because of this. Or, even if Jon felt uncomfortable because of this, he had to try his best to retain Jon's heart.
How could such a job opportunity be easily missed?
Lohat, who gradually calmed down, was no longer nervous, and his trembling hands gradually calmed down.
A legendary witch wouldn't be so calculative with a small character like him, right?
And he felt that the look just now didn't seem to be angry. On the contrary, it was more like a warning.
A warning was good, a warning was the most reassuring.
Was there anything more reassuring in this world than a warning?
How could a legendary witch's warning be considered a warning?
That was a gift!
Anyway, he would never go there again.
He was comforting himself mentally when he suddenly heard a sound at the door.
First, he knocked on the door, and then the person outside didn't get a response, so he pushed the door open.
"Teacher Lohat?"
Jon pushed open the door and poked his head in with a very concerned expression on his face.
"Are you not feeling well?
How about …
We don't have class tonight? "
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