For almost the entire night, Jon and Helga had a simple but extremely important discussion.
What Jon talked about was something Helga had never heard before. She had brilliant magic skills and profound magic attainments, but she didn't understand the current magic society.
So when Jon began to talk about some of his views, Helga showed great interest. The two talked and forgot the time, causing Jon to have no energy at all in class the next day.
"What's wrong with you?"
As soon as class was over, Jon's three roommates surrounded him and asked with concern.
During the History of Magic class, the three of them formed a circle around Jon so that he could secretly take a few naps without being discovered by the teacher. This ghost professor's class itself was very sleepy.
After all, they still had to go to flying class, and Jon couldn't be sleepy.
"It's nothing, I slept too late last night. I'm fine now."
Jon had a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes, and his words were not convincing at all.
"How about we help you ask for leave for the next class, so you can go back and sleep for a while?"
Feren was a little worried that Jon wouldn't be able to control the flying broom in his current state. After all, flying at high altitudes was still a very dangerous thing.
"That's not necessary, there are no classes in the afternoon, I'll go back and rest. Oh right, don't go to the hall at noon, I've ordered food."
"Okay."
The three of them followed behind Chown dubiously, afraid that he would fall headfirst.
Fortunately, this situation didn't happen. Jon's spirit was not bad in the wind, and the flying class teacher, Madam Huo Qi, didn't let them stay in the sky for too long.
In fact, except for some students who had already played with flying brooms at home (Jon only played with toy flying brooms when he was a child), they had just learned how to fly, so it wasn't suitable for them to stay in the sky for too long.
After class, the four of them went to the hall together, not to eat lunch, but to pick up the packages.
In the letter that Jon sent home yesterday, he asked his parents to buy six McDonald's meals for him. Considering that he and his roommates were young and had a bigger appetite (he estimated based on his own appetite), Mrs. Smith asked the owl to send them two packages, one big and one small, wrapped in thick parchment, and cast a preservation spell on them.
The small package was for Béla. Although Jon didn't go to Béla in the three days since school started, he still thought of his cousin, so he bought two McDonald's meals for Béla.
Anyway, it wasn't like they didn't have the means.
Unable to find Béla in the cafeteria, Jon had to ask one of his upperclassmen — Béla's classmate. He saw this girl sitting with Béla the day before yesterday — to help Béla bring it back. According to this girl, Béla was called to help by the dean of Ravenclaw.
"How come I didn't know that my cousin had such a talent for magic that she was called to help by Professor Flick?"
Jon carried the big package back to the dormitory. Stephen, Farren, and Scully followed behind him, listening to him whisper something, but they couldn't hear clearly.
"Don't you think Jon is weird?"
Farren, who was walking behind, whispered to Stephen, "He's been whispering to himself today. I don't know what he's talking about."
"It's probably because he didn't sleep well. When I went to wake him up this morning, I found his potion book spread out on the table. He probably read it all night."
Stephen told Farren his guess, and the image of a diligent and hardworking Jon suddenly appeared in their minds.
"Yeah, a pure-blood Wizard was assigned to Hufflepuff Academy. Even if he looks relaxed, he should be under a lot of pressure!"
Scully took two steps back and added.
The three of them nodded in agreement. Then they realized that they had put Hufflepuff Academy in a lower position and quickly stopped.
Otherwise, if Jon heard them, they would definitely be lectured again.
Even if it had only been three days since school started, they already had a deep understanding of Jon's ability to ramble.
Saying that he gave a speech was too vague. It was simply a one-sided crushing of knowledge!
On the first day of class, the three of them had experienced Jon's temper when he woke up. Even now, they still couldn't understand why a seemingly calm and straight-A student like him had so much to say.
However, whether or not Jon talked a lot wouldn't affect the delicious food at McDonald's.
The four of them reached an unprecedented consensus when it came to food. They quickly finished the big package of meals and swept the empty cartons and coke cans into the wastepaper basket. Jon was pushed into his small space to catch up on sleep because he was tired. The other three went out to continue the exploration of the castle that they had not finished yesterday.
They had a rest in the afternoon, and there was only one more astronomy class in the evening.
Stephen and the other two ran around the whole afternoon, and when it came to the evening class, they were obviously sleepy. In contrast, Jon, who was sleepy in the morning, followed Professor Sinista and observed the stars for half a day with great interest.
The stars in Hogwarts were beautiful. Jon, who hadn't seen many stars at night in his two lifetimes, paid a lot of attention to the stars in astronomy class. Professor Sinista praised his diligent student.
However, no one showed too much interest in Jon's performance in astronomy class. After all, astronomy class wasn't worth their attention. It was fine as long as they passed it smoothly.
The astronomy class was after dinner. Stephen knew that Jon hadn't had dinner yet, so he asked Jon if he was hungry at the end of the class.
If he was hungry, maybe he could go to the kitchen and get some food for them.
"Then why don't you go yourself?"
Jon had a good rest in the afternoon, so he was quite energetic. "It's not curfew yet, right? You can go get it yourselves. The kitchen isn't a forbidden area. "
He didn't want to go to the kitchen again. The group of enthusiastic house elves wanted to worship him. He still wasn't used to the scene of all the elves bowing to him on Sunday.
Anyway, they were all Hufflepuff's students, so it didn't matter who went to get the food.
"No, it's not the same." Fran shook her head. "We don't know where the kitchen is."
"… The kitchen is behind a fruit painting not far from the lounge. Just go and say that you're Hufflepuff's students. The elves will warmly welcome you."
Jon looked around, and when he saw that no one was around, he whispered to his three roommates, "Don't say that you know me. Last time, I said that one of you was sick. Don't give yourself away. Just bring me two pies."
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