After the end of October, the cold wave arrived.
Perhaps because of the high latitude, the cold in Hogwarts was only physical damage. Before the humid air could descend, it turned into snowflakes floating in the sky.
In the middle of November, winter had already arrived.
The students in the castle all wore coats and scarves, and Jon was naturally no exception. He was already a little intolerant of the cold, so he brought a few thick clothes from home when school started. After Halloween, he wrapped up his exposed body parts early in the morning. Coupled with the thermostatic magic cast on his robe, he did not feel any discomfort.
The students of Hufflepuff gradually forgot about the Halloween notice. Although the notice was still on the blackboard in the corner of the common room, everyone was attracted by something else.
Hogwarts' Quidditch season had begun.
Recently, Jon could see the hunting ground's keeper, Hagrid, wearing a leather coat, defrosting the flying broom on the Quidditch field every morning.
Chown had no interest in Quidditch. Although his flying lessons were not bad, he did not like sports. Besides, flying around in the air to play ball was boring to him. He would rather spend his time researching the use of the monocle left behind by Ravenclaw.
Anyway, there were countless students in Hufflepuff Academy who liked Quidditch, so it did not matter if Jon was not there.
Stephen and the other two were very excited. They, including Farren, were loyal fans of Quidditch. Even if they could not play, they would appear in every game.
Jon was naturally present, but he was pulled over by someone and sat in the audience like a dummy.
The students were flying around in the sky, and Jon could only sit between Farren and Scully in a daze.
It was impossible to meditate. It was too noisy here, and meditation could be easily interrupted. Jon's gaze swept across Slythrin's audience. Because of Helga, he "coincidentally" knew that Slythrin had a few students who had magic training methods that were not limited by the environment. It was more convenient than meditation.
However, it probably wouldn't be easy to get it.
After all, this was the inheritance of a Wizard family. If it was so easy to obtain, the Mana Training Method wouldn't be so precious.
In fact, this was also one of the benefits of the Wizard's family inheritance. The training method they used was better than Jon's meditation method, but Jon's meditation method was too short. Take now, for example, Jon felt that the speed at which he absorbed mana during meditation had slowed down.
He reckoned that by the time he reached the second grade, the meditation technique would no longer be able to help him cultivate his magic power. Of course, it was still possible to use it to recover his mental strength.
According to what Helga said, his current level was enough for him to study in the third grade, if Hogwarts could skip grades.
Christmas was just around the corner, and Jon had already prepared a large cloth bag that had expanded space. He was going to bring Helga's portrait from Ravenclaw's study back to his own home, and then enshrine his ancestor in the study.
This way, he could receive Helga's teachings at home.
Moreover, once Helga's identity appeared in his home, his little elf butler would definitely be the one who would be happier than him. After all, Helga had raised little elves at home and had a reputation that no creature could match.
When the time came, he might be able to do something through Helga. It would be a waste to use the Elves' magic power to guard his home.
Furthermore, with Helga's reputation …
Even if the Elves couldn't betray their master, there was definitely no better way for Jon to obtain information than this.
Jon could almost see an information network formed by the Elves waving at him.
"Hey! Jon, why are you in a daze? "
Jon only realized that the competition had ended when he was called back to reality by Scully's voice.
"Why is it so fast?" He was slightly stunned. "Which team won?"
"Of course it's … Gryffindor."
Scully was a little dejected, but he quickly cheered up again. "But it's not hard to accept that Hufflepuff lost to Gryffindor. After all, it's always like this. Losing to Gryffindor is better than losing to Slythrin."
"It's just a competition. Come on, let's go and have dinner. Stephen has already gone to reserve a seat."
Feren was also very excited. He had never watched Quidditch before, so he didn't really care about winning or losing. As long as the competition was exciting, he would be happy.
Jon looked at the two beside him, whose ears were red from the cold. He pulled out two woolen hats from the pocket of his robe and handed them over.
"Aren't you cold?"
"Wow, why didn't you take out such good stuff earlier!"
Scully and Feren smiled as they took the hats and put them on. The three of them walked towards the castle. At this moment, snowflakes started to fall from the sky.
"Oh yes, I think I saw Professor Dumbledore just now."
Scully said to Jon, "He looked like he was in a hurry. I wonder what he went to do."
"I saw him too. And Snape went out with him too."
Feren nodded at the side. Obviously, both of them found this matter strange.
At such an important time like the Quidditch competition, it was very strange for the principal and Dean Slythrin to leave one after the other.
"Alright, stop guessing. Even if something really happened, it has nothing to do with us."
Jon turned into the corridor of the castle and finally felt some warmth.
Although it was quite cold in the castle, it was still better than outside, wasn't it?
Moreover, because Dumbledore had been in the castle all this time, Jon didn't really go to Ravenclaw's study. This was a good opportunity.
… …
Nightfall.
After casting a Phantom Spell on himself, Jon went out of the common lounge and took out the map of the Resurrection Point from his ring.
Jon had tried to copy this magic map, but the copy spell could only copy a piece of parchment and not the magic on it. Helga said that the creation of this map involved a magic contract and oath, so it was very difficult to copy it.
Forget it, I'll keep it for two years and find an opportunity to give it to Harry in the future.
Touching the map with his wand, Jon whispered, "I solemnly swear that I didn't do anything good."
An image began to appear on the map, like a moving navigation map.
Filch didn't come out to patrol, and Dumbledore's office was empty. This was good news. Jon held the map and put his hand under his robe, so that no one would be frightened by a piece of paper floating in the air.
He pressed the storage pouch in front of his chest and walked up the stairs.
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