Mischievous Ghost's experience really made Jon's jaw drop.
Even after hearing the entire story, Jon felt that it was a little too dramatic. But the fat cultivator would not fabricate such a long story just because of such a small matter. Not to mention anything else, by the time the story was finished, half of the night had already passed.
He was still sorting out the plot in his head.
But even so, Jon was very clear that if not for the fact that he was Hufflepuff's descendant, no matter how outstanding he was, he would not have the right to know these things. He would not have the right to be picky.
Things like difference, no matter what direction the difference was, were ultimately differences in class.
If you were not a member of this circle, people would not even look you in the eye.
Jon understood this principle, so he was very sensible. He just sat there silently sorting out the things in his head.
But the fat cultivator was clearly more concerned about Jon's sleep problems.
"Speaking of which, aren't you going back now? Tomorrow is Sunday, there should be a lot of students leaving school early. "
"No rush …" Jon buried his head in thought. Suddenly, he raised his head again. "Wait, tomorrow is Sunday?"
How did he remember that tomorrow was Monday?
No, no, it was Friday night at the training ground with Snape, so he had indeed mixed up the time.
Realising that he had mixed up the time, Jon immediately subconsciously checked his own body.
The last time he was in such a situation was when he almost died. But after that incident, he had been very careful. Recently, he had not come into contact with anyone, other than … Lemour's watch shop?
"Cultivator, can you feel anything strange about this watch?"
Jon pointed at the pocket watch on the fat cultivator's neck. If it was because of the watch shop, then there should be some traces on this watch.
"Of course."
The fat cultivator readily agreed. The pocket watch was hanging on his neck, so it was not difficult to check it.
The spirit's power entered the pocket watch and began to search for any abnormalities.
Fortunately, the fat cultivator's efficiency was very high. After searching back and forth twice, he had already discovered the problem.
"Jon, where did you get such a high-end pocket watch? There are already very few alchemy items that can be used by ghosts, let alone an item with absolute accuracy. It must be expensive, right?"
"Actually, that's not the case. The origin of this pocket watch is indeed a little strange. It was given to me by an elder."
"Then this elder of yours must be an excellent Wizard."
The fat cultivator sighed. "Of course, you're Hufflepuff's descendant, it's not strange for you to have such an elder."
"Actually … Forget it, why don't you just tell me what's going on?"
"Well, it's easy to explain. There are many types of magic attached to this watch. It should have been added during the production process. Did you go to the production workshop? The time error is very likely because you were affected by some kind of time magic. Although the target of the magic was not you, you were still affected a little. "
Jon sighed in relief. He thought that there was nothing else for him to do, so he put down the teacup and said goodbye to the fat cultivator.
The castle at midnight was very quiet. Even Mr. Filch was not at work. Only Jon was still strolling around the castle with nothing to do.
Jon returned to his room quietly. As a typical example of a nocturnal person, he always had the good habit of not disturbing his roommates. Of course, Hufflepuff's room was also separated, so they would not disturb each other too much.
Breaking into someone's bed to wake them up did not count.
Jon slept until noon. When he got out of bed, he saw Stefen waiting for him outside.
He did tell Stephen that he had something to tell him today. "But you didn't wait until now, did you?"
"You're thinking too much. I was just following your record of waking up at night. I didn't wait long. What's the matter?"
Jon did not mind Stephen's sarcasm. He pulled out the map of the resurrection point from his sleeve and handed it to Stephen. "Think of a way to give this to the Weasley twins. Don't let them know that we did it. I've also taken care of Naughty. He'll regularly record information from his side. Think about when and who to get to receive it. The information from spirits can only be copied, not taken away. Find someone reliable."
"That's easy. I'll take care of it."
With that done, Stephen began to report on the situation of the past two days. Jon was about to leave when Stephen stopped him.
"Right, there's something else. Due to your various non-compliance in the academy, you've been removed from social life by the entire academy."
"What?"
"Removal from social life. I initiated it. According to your wishes, you can't be any more low-key now."
Stephen lowered his head and laughed. "Now, all the newcomers in the society don't know who you are. Add to that the fact that the seniors in the upper grades keep their mouths shut about a 'mysterious person' like you, even us in the same grade have almost forgotten about you."
"Isn't that a bit too much? I'm clearly in class as usual! And I'm their boss, the kind of boss who gives them money! "
Jon felt that it was unfair. Although he wanted to keep a low profile, being removed from social life was a bit too severe.
"There's no helping it. The influence of the society you started last year is really quite difficult to remove. I've tried many methods, but none are more effective than this. So this is the only way. I suggest you relax and accept it. Don't be so surprised."
"Okay, it's my fault. It's better than being like before."
Jon nodded helplessly. Because of Stephen's tight lockdown on Jon's side, Harry had yet to learn about the various deeds of Jon. However, Slythrin had its own system, and Stephen's tentacles really couldn't reach in. So two days ago, Jon saw little Draco Malfoy during his lunch break, trying to find a sense of presence and trying to join the Hufflepuff Magic Research Society.
What a joke. This semester, even the exchange students in Ravenclaw were sent back by Jon for some reason. The Hufflepuff Magic Research Society would never allow students from other academies to join.
"But since I've been removed from social life, I might as well do it faster."
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