When Jon stepped onto the corridor on the fourth floor, Snape walked out from the shadows.
"How's the situation?"
Snape nodded. "Everything is under control. It's just that his progress is faster than we expected."
"That's natural. After all, the mysterious person is in his body."
Jon recalled the smell in the hall just now. That was the unique smell when Voldemort was in possession. "Thank you for your hard work, Professor."
The so-called hard work was naturally not referring to Snape's inspection on the fourth floor just now. Instead, it was because Snape had to spend a long time with Professor Quirrell — as a former member of the Death Eaters, staying with Voldemort for a long time must not be a good thing.
"This is what I should do. However, Jon, I think you should go back to your place now," Snape said coldly.
"I still have to go down and take a look at the troll. Also, our Professor Quirrell is still unconscious in the dining hall."
"You don't have to worry about that. Professor Flick and Professor Sprout are watching him in the dining hall. I think for his secret, he won't let Dumbledore interfere with his treatment. Furthermore, Harry and his friends have already gone down. The three little Wizard probably won't be able to keep subduing the troll. Professor, it's better for you to go down quickly."
Jon firmly said, "Since that's the case, I won't disturb you any further. Professor, please go ahead. I'll go back now. "
The two of them naturally parted ways. Jon was not in the mood to get involved in the rewards and punishments of Harry Potter and his friends. It was better for him not to appear if he could. If he had to appear, he had to find another way to appear.
As for the rest, it had nothing to do with him.
…
The next day, Jon listened to Stephen from the beginning to the end of the whole thing. He did not give any other instructions, and only asked Stephen to record this matter truthfully.
He instantly thought of something else. If she knew that someone was secretly recording everything, Miss Granger might not have told that lie.
However, there wasn't much difference between lying and not lying. To Chown, he wouldn't take the initiative to tell this to other relevant personnel, such as Professor Mag.
That was the direction of the story, and he would not interfere. Otherwise, Joanne's "Harry Potter" story would not be able to continue.
The weather in the Highlands is the same every year, and it gets very cold in November.
The mountains around the school were covered in ice and snow, and the lake was as cold and hard as quenched steel. Even the training ground Jon lived in was affected. When the water vapor in the air was significantly reduced, even his forcefield seemed to be a bit difficult.
At such a time, it was very, very comfortable to stay indoors and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace.
However, this was not the only thing that made them feel comfortable. For the other Hogwarts students, apart from Jon, there was another thing that made them feel happy, and it came with the frost and snow.
The Quidditch season had begun.
"Have you heard? Harry Potter is going to take part in this year's Quidditch competition. "
When Jon walked into the classroom in the afternoon, he heard the Gryffindor students talking about this.
"Yes, yes. I heard that he is going to play in a competition after only a few weeks of training. I wonder how good he will be. Shouldn't the senior students be the key role of the ball finder?"
"I think it might be good. Our academy's professor selection shouldn't be so hasty."
"I hope so. I heard that he isn't that good at playing, and only got into the team through the professor's connections."
Even the students of Gryffindor Academy had different opinions about Harry Potter joining the Quidditch team.
Jon did not listen to them seriously. He only listened to a few sentences, and walked straight to the seat that Stephen had prepared for him.
No one even greeted him along the way.
This was normal. After all, being removed from social media was very serious.
"I heard that Professor Snape is injured."
Stephen whispered in Jon's ear, "Look."
Jon looked at the podium in the direction that Stephen was pointing at, but Snape looked normal. The only thing that seemed a little unnatural was that he was standing behind the podium.
Asking a teacher, who was used to walking around in class, to stand in one place and give a lecture was a very cruel thing to do.
"What happened? Do you know what happened? "
Jon asked.
"I heard from our classmates that Professor seemed to have become like this after coming down from the fourth floor. He was a little unnatural and was limping when he walked."
"He was most likely bitten by Lu Wei when he was checking."
Jon said thoughtfully.
After all, if he did not bring a musical instrument, being bitten by Lu Wei was a very normal thing. Mythical creatures, even if they were young, were not that easy to deal with.
If Snape was really bitten by Lu Wei, then Jon felt that he should go and take a look.
Wounds caused by mythical creatures were not that easy to heal. Even if Snape was a Potion Master, it would be very difficult to remove the curse on the three-headed hellhound's teeth.
And to Jon, Snape was a very useful force. He had to get better as soon as possible.
So after class, Jon followed Snape to the teachers' lounge.
"Is it serious? I see that you can't even walk properly, Professor. "
"Cut the crap. Give me the bandage inside."
Snape lifted his long robe above his knees. His right leg was bitten until it was dripping with blood and badly mangled.
Jon walked into the lounge and took out a roll of white bandage from the cupboard.
"Wounds caused by mythical creatures cannot be treated with just bandages. I suggest you get some Hell's Daffodils from Professor Sprout."
There was nothing more convenient than Hell's Daffodils to remove the three-headed hellhound's curse. Professor Sprout had just cultivated a little Hell's Daffodils, but Lu Wei was just a mythical creature that had not grown up yet. Half a leaf of Hell's Daffodils should be enough.
"We'll talk about it next time. Damn it, how could you stare at three heads at the same time?"
Before Snape could finish his sentence, he saw Chown suddenly turn into Filch's appearance.
He followed Jon's gaze and saw Harry Potter who had just opened the door a crack.
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