The atmosphere of learning in the castle was very strong.
Almost all the students were studying. In Hufflepuff's self-study room, the students were all immersed in their studies. Such a scene could only be seen at the end of the term.
And only at this time did Jon feel that Hogwarts was like a real school.
It couldn't be helped. Such a scene appeared in almost all of his memories during his days of studying in China. Seeing it again made him sigh a little.
It was just that when he saw this scene again, he had already become the one who was studying the least.
When people walked, they were often thinking, or thinking about some meaningless things, or appropriately emptying their mind.
But Jon especially liked to use this time to look back on his past behavior and see if there was anything that could be improved.
He would do his best to improve, but if he couldn't improve, then forget it.
He really was a little lazy to change.
...
Jon himself knew what kind of person he was. There had always been a very pessimistic element in his personality, and he was a little prone to give up on some things. This came from his first death. Because he had died once, he felt that life was actually not that important, but he also felt that it was very difficult to live again. Thus, a very contradictory personality gradually developed.
The reason why he handed over a lot of work to others was that, first, when someone reminded him behind his back, he had the motivation to continue doing it. Second, because if he really did something, he would end up doing it anticlimactic because there was no sense of novelty. For the sake of those jobs, it was better for him to be a good driving force behind the scenes.
It was actually a little immodest to say this, but it was the truth. All of his current actions were basically because these things had new information that could stimulate his emotions.
The boring study of magic would make him feel tired, and there was nothing new in the world of Muggle that he found interesting. If this was the case, then he naturally preferred a leisurely and comfortable life. Although it was quiet, it was indeed comfortable.
Even Jon was very surprised that he could persist in his curiosity for magic for so many years. But before he came to Hogwarts, his yearning for Hogwarts urged him to persevere. During that time, he read almost all kinds of strange books in the magic world, and also read many books in his grandmother's collection. Although he couldn't understand most of the books on magic research, he still came up with some results. At the same time, most of his conjectures and solid foundations were completed at that time.
When he was young, he really wasn't a particularly lively child. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were magnanimous and didn't think that it was a big deal that their child didn't like to talk. If it were other parents, they would have probably guessed that their child had some kind of illness like autism.
If being too precocious was an illness....
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Jon used to think that he was a person with secrets, so he was very careful to hide his secrets. Later on, he didn't think so anymore, because he realized that everyone was a person with secrets.
Dumbledore, Snape, Steven, Scully and Fran, Quirrell, Naughty, Béla, those students who were active around Jon, even Professor Sprout whom Jon had always respected very much, Professor Mag who didn't know anything, and that seemingly useless divination teacher. Everyone had secrets, and each one was bigger than the other.
Everyone had secrets, so Jon didn't seem to be a special person.
Even if his secret was somewhat unimaginable and shocking.
However, such secrets were actually safer existences.
Rebirth and reincarnation, no one would believe such things, and those secrets that could be believed, such as his past, were basically no longer a secret.
If there was something that he really liked, it would be magic.
It was mysterious enough, unknown enough, and profound enough.
Those who had seen what the ceiling looked like would not only be curious about what was above the ceiling, they would also feel some indescribable emotions because of the distance between them and the ceiling.
Maybe it was sadness, maybe it was ambition, maybe it was despair, or maybe it was relief.
These emotions were very important to a person, because the reason why a person became a life with flesh and blood was because of emotions.
This was the most precious ability and essence that the soul gave life.
And the collection of souls was the [Deep Blue Sea] and the magic elements contained in the deep sea.
This was also the last thing that Jon really wanted to get when he studied magic, gods, history, and everything else.
He wanted to know what the magic world was like, and now he had a glimpse of it.
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In this world, people always believed what they saw.
In people's eyes, secrets had forms, things had forms, and questions had answers, just like how flowing water could extinguish flames.
Everything had an end.
Only magic didn't.
It was the air in the eyes of life, a particle outside the spectrum. It existed in every corner, but it was very difficult to be directly observed.
So, what was magic like?
Jon's understanding of magic was still shallow, but his interpretation of this question was already very deep.
It was not like the records that the students were writing furiously, nor was it like the simple magic that they cast by waving their wands. That was not what magic looked like.
What magic looked like was what the world looked like.
It was the Gryffindors, where the savior Harry Potter was, the Slytherins, who claimed to be noble and were indeed noble, the smart and sharp Ravenclaw, and the Hufflepuff students who rarely got into trouble and were all precocious. Perhaps it was because adversity and external mockery were better for people to grow.
There were also the complicated professors, Snape's disguise, Dumbledore's silence, Quirrell's two-faced personality, and even Filch's sorrowful look, as well as Professor Trelawney, who looked very normal and elegant when she walked past Jon.
And the magic world outside the school.
Everyone had secrets, everyone was here.
And all these people, all the combinations of things, were what the magic world looked like.
Jon lifted his feet and walked up the last flight of stairs.
How many times had he come to the principal's office?
Jon did not count himself, but every time he came, he would gain something new.
Perhaps, this was Dumbledore's influence as a legendary Wizard and an excellent teacher.
He knocked on the door.
As usual, the door opened at the sound.
So Jon walked into the principal's office calmly and met the eyes of the old man sitting behind the desk. Both of them had different thoughts, but they smiled at the same time.
He bent slightly and greeted softly.
"Hello, dear Principal Dumbledore. Good night."
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