"Oh my my, how time flies." (Time flies!)
Pipi's shouts resounded throughout the castle, giving the students who had just finished class a headache.
Time passed quickly in Hogwarts, which meant that it was almost time for the heavy workload of the semester.
The weather in the Scottish Highlands was gradually getting colder. The damp cold air came in through the windows of the castle and then spread throughout the castle. There were always a few days in a week when the corridor was whistling.
Madame Pomfrey of the school's infirmary had specially prepared a lot of anti-flu potions, and Jon drank a little every day. Although it wasn't medieval Europe where the Black Death was prevalent, influenza was still very serious.
Chown didn't want to stay in crowded places for too long. He would go to the eighth floor for some fresh air every day to avoid getting infected. It was an effective way to avoid drowsiness. However, Chown didn't feel cold because he was wearing a warm magic robe, but other people would catch a cold if they didn't do it.
After taking in two or three students who caught a cold and had a fever, Madam Pomfrey had the deans of the various academies inform the students not to go to high places to feel the wind — even the flight time for flying lessons was reduced by a lot.
As a result, Jon had a lot more time to study and practice spells in Ravenclaw's study. No one went to the eighth floor, so he didn't have to be too careful when he went in and out of the secret study.
And for some reason, Dumbledore would often disappear from school. During this period of time, Jon had been practicing the transformation spell in the secret study and frequently went in and out of the eighth floor. There was basically no sign of Dumbledore, and even Snape, who had previously entered the principal's office, did not appear much.
At this time, Dumbledore should know and be preparing to collect Voldemort's soul tools, right?
…
Accordingly, the normal classes continued.
The Transfiguration class was still the same. His performance was not particularly good. Although he had made a lot of progress in private, his performance in class was still average. He was not the best, but he was still better than most people. In fact, this kind of control was more difficult than showing his true ability.
But isn't this good?
Who said that hard work must be shown to others? Jon had long left the age of being a top student to make his presence known. Learning quietly to make a fortune was the mainstream.
Secretly working hard every day was a sufficient and necessary condition to become an excellent scholar.
The magic spell class was still the same. This time, Jon could not pretend that he did not know anything, because there were three young people beside him who needed help. Every time Jon pretended that he could not do any magic, they would naturally not work: Look, Jon, a pure-blood Wizard, I can't do it, isn't it normal that I can't do it?
After experiencing this a few times, Chown no longer pretended that he couldn't learn it. In one of the classes, his mastery of magic spells improved by leaps and bounds, and he successfully aroused the enthusiasm of his three roommates to learn.
However, there was also a downside to it. His name had changed from being ignored by the students of other academies to "Hufflepuff's Slythrin". Jon didn't mind the nickname, but it didn't sound good.
The history of magic was as boring as always. During class, everyone was sleeping. Jon did not sleep, but he did not listen to the class either. For the first year history of magic class, he usually flipped through the books by himself.
During class, he would always draw on the paper. The students sitting near him would occasionally see those completely incomprehensible curves and diagrams and would always feel that he was doing some strange black magic.
Especially since this person's behavior was very strange, running to the eighth floor alone every day.
"Speaking of which, the students in our academy have started to pay attention to you recently. I heard that several people went to the eighth floor to look for you but could not find you. In the end, everyone is guessing that you actually have some secret and secretly do some black magic in the castle."
During dinner, the four of them sat in a small corner of Hufflepuff's long table and whispered to each other.
As soon as Stephen finished speaking, Frenn immediately continued, "Yes, yes, they also said that it was abnormal that you suddenly became so powerful in your magic class. They said that you were lured by the devil and that's how you got such a powerful talent."
"And also, they said that you secretly broke into the common room of Ravenclaw to peek at their girls."
"?" Jon was speechless. "Who made up these rumors?"
"I don't know about the others, but that's how it is. But the last one is something I accidentally heard when I was listening to your sister and Cedric talk."
Scully casually chewed on his salad and said with an innocent look on his face.
That was really … not surprising.
Jon ran the last one to the back of his head. He did not plan to date in Hogwarts anyway, so he did not care if his reputation was bad. However, the first two were worth paying attention to.
Did Hogwarts not have enough homework? Why did these little Wizard still have the time to investigate his whereabouts?
He was too careless. Besides, it was not like Hufflepuff did not have other pure-blooded Wizard. Why did he pay so much attention to him?
It seemed that he should go on a night trip next time. Although he could not use the Illusion Spell well, it was better than being followed.
Jon stuffed another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth and sighed silently. Then, he suddenly raised his head as if he remembered something.
"You guys eat first, I'm going to Ravenclaw."
Stephen and the other two looked at each other and shook their heads as they watched Jon leave in a hurry.
Jon was naturally going to Ravenclaw to find Béla.
Of course, he was not going to fight.
Not to mention whether he could beat her, even if he could, he would not fight. First of all, it was not right to fight with a girl. Second of all, he had beaten up his own sister. Did he still want to live when he returned home?
He would probably be beaten up by his family.
He was going to ask for something.
Previously, he had asked Béla to help him buy something from Hogsmeade Village. It had been so long, and he did not know if she had bought it yet.
"No."
Béla was also very straightforward. Two words floated out of her mouth. "The thing you want is too strange. It has to be fluid, can't leak, and can't be broken easily. It must be easy to squeeze, and it's best if it has good deformation ability. Where am I going to get you something so advanced? Hogsmeade is not owned by Santa Claus. Little brother, wake up. "
Jon was speechless.
Excuse me, how was this thing advanced?
Wasn't it just a slightly loose plasticine?
Was the Wizard's youth so lacking?
Jon did not continue to complain. He decided to give up on the convenience and directly do it himself.
It was almost October, and he had not even tried to open the drawer in the study. If he did not open the lock now, it would be Christmas break!
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