Jon woke up from his bed.
He raised his wrist, and the fluorescent needle showed that it was already past three in the morning, and it would be dawn soon.
The mechanical watch on his wrist was a semi-magical item, and it was enchanted with a precision charm and a magnetic field charm to prevent the powerful magic field of the Hogwarts from affecting this Muggle item.
Of course, this watch violated the "No Misuse of Muggle Items Law."
But how could there be so many people in this world who would look for trouble for no reason?
Those who liked to look for trouble and those who were looked for trouble were either liked or hated.
Coincidentally, these two emotions had nothing to do with Jon.
Jon lay in bed, and the bed curtain isolated the breathing of others in the dormitory, making this small space seem exceptionally quiet.
He began to think.
Because he had just seen Hufflepuff in his dream, he still felt that it was unreal.
If there really was a God, then this God, was this God, laughing at this moment?
Could God tell him why?
He had already made up his mind to honestly spend seven years in school, and now he was told that Helga Hufflepuff was his ancestor, and that he actually had a "mysterious" magical aura about him, and that he was destined to achieve great things, and then have a bad ending?
This kind of plot where the protagonist's road suddenly began suddenly, how wise was the author to write this kind of plot?
Was it a fan of NZND, an MDZZ?
The more Jon thought about it, the more his head hurt. He always felt that there was a pair of invisible hands in the dark, fiddling with all of this, and he could only act like a puppet, according to the predetermined order of performance.
Of course, it could just be a dream, so there's no need to worry.
He comforted himself and tried to calm down. Wasn't the calmness that he had cultivated for more than ten years just to face this kind of situation?
He couldn't keep a straight face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but receiving new information was just a small matter, and there was no need to be so surprised.
Tossing and turning in bed to calm down, Jon felt that there was no big problem with him before he climbed out of bed, and looked at the time, it was almost five o 'clock.
She took out her underwear from the locker. These clothes were there for ease of movement. Then she put on the robe, touched the ring on her finger, and walked towards the common room.
Hufflepuff's fat ghost monk was sleeping on a chair in the common lounge. Jon did not disturb him. When he passed by Hufflepuff's portrait, the smiling legendary witch in the portrait winked at him.
Alright, now I can be sure that last night wasn't a dream.
Chown nodded politely and went out through the exit. Although it was still within the curfew, most people would be sleeping soundly at this time. After all, Filch was a dud and needed to rest as well.
The Weasley twins must have given the caretaker a headache.
Jon had no intention of challenging the caretaker of the Hogwarts. She was already suffering in the magical world, and there was no need to make things worse for her.
He followed the route that Helga told him and walked upstairs without hesitation.
Fortunately, it was not a "staircase holiday" today. It only took Chown a few minutes to run from the first floor of the basement to the eighth floor of the castle. Then, he found the wall opposite the tapestry of the monster hitting Barnabas.
Behind this wall were Lady Ravenclaw's study, library, bedroom, bathroom … In short, Lady Ravenclaw lived here. After Lady Ravenclaw passed away, this house became a secret place for the students of the Hogwarts to explore.
Powerful space magic, unfailing concealment magic, and defensive magic that was integrated with the Hogwarts … Jon had always yearned for this house, and after listening to Helga's words, his yearning grew even stronger.
Of course, he knew how to open the Room of All Requests, but with Helga's guidance, that method seemed to be a bit troublesome.
He reached out and pulled out the wand from the ring, and put it against the wall in front of him.
He said softly, "The most precious thing in the world is friendship." (Themostimportantthingintheworld，isfriendship.)
The wall in front of him began to change. It did not become a door, but a wave-like membrane of light. Jon exerted a little force, and the tip of the wand had already reached in.
Chown didn't hesitate. He walked straight into the light membrane, just like how he had entered Station Nine and Three Quarters.
There was nothing special in the house. Other than the slightly old-fashioned furnishings, everything else was very much like Jon's own study. The bookshelves, the desk, the chair, the paintings hanging on the wall, the quill on the table, and the half-used ink bottle, the ink in it had congealed into hard blocks …
Jon touched the traces of these objects. After a thousand years, these objects were still very well preserved, as if the original owners were still here.
He turned around and saw a huge portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait was very spacious, but there was a young figure standing in the middle left. That long purple dress spread out on the ground like flowing water, and the golden thread on it outlined the deep and mysterious honey badger coat of arms …
After so many years, she did not seem to have changed at all. Her smile was still as gentle and warm as ever.
Jon suddenly thought of the introduction of his ancestor in Hufflepuff Academy. It said that she treated all the students like her own children.
There must be something special about her for her students to call her mother.
"Are these empty places the portraits of the three founders?"
Jon looked at the huge blank space in the portrait and asked. Hufflepuff in the portrait nodded. She could finally speak freely here.
"In the beginning, the one who left was Slythrin, and his portrait also left from here. After that, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw passed away one after another, and no one knew about the portrait here. In fact, we all know the password to enter Roynar's study, but no one has really entered. It was only on the eve of my death when I cast magic that I discovered such a portrait here. "
Helga's voice was a little sad.
"We were very, very good friends in the past!"
Jon did not know how to continue. At this time, he could not even empathize with Helga. This friendship that lasted for a thousand years had become exceptionally heavy after the precipitation of time. He could not even say a few witty words to ease Helga's sadness.
"Don't feel sad because of me. It's been so long, I've already gotten over it."
Helga in the portrait said, "Didn't you say there was something you wanted to learn? You can ask now, but the world of magic has developed for so long, I'm afraid there's not much I can teach you. "
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