To be honest, even though Chown hadn't stepped out of the house during this period of time, he had experienced a lot of things in just a short month. He had indeed grown a little in these changes.
However, any growth in this world came with a price. When he had to obtain information from a higher dimension, he had to expend a lot of energy. Furthermore, there were too many things for him to learn. The pressure on his mental state had reached its limit and he could not take it anymore.
Perhaps it was because of his nature as a student. Sleeping in class allowed him to sleep exceptionally well.
Snape was a good person.
He slept exceptionally well this time.
However, there were always some unpredictable things in this world. Jon had never thought that what woke him up from his dreams was not Snape's summons or Stephen's wakeup call, but a stimulation on the mental level.
At a certain location that was clearly very close but could not be grasped, there was a consciousness that was releasing a signal towards him.
He had never seen that kind of signal before, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. That deep and heavy feeling was somewhat similar to Helga's magic waves.
"Earth magic?"
In his dreams, Jon's mental state did not completely subside. He was unusually sharp and caught the most crucial piece of information. However, before he could really sort out the clues, he felt a bone-chilling sensation sweep over him. In the mental level, it followed Jon's invisible waves and hit him back at an extremely fast speed.
Of course, the verb hit was not very logical. It should be the aftermath of some kind of resistance that followed Jon's mental tentacles and found him.
This was an indiscriminate attack.
However, even if it was an indiscriminate attack, it was still very strong to Jon. It felt like a meteorite that fell from the sky and crashed into the sea of glaciers when the earth was not prepared for it. It was an exaggeration to say that it was an ocean. Jon's current soul strength could only be considered as a small lake.
But even so, the reaction was already very strong. His soul began to shake. The soul power that had skyrocketed recently had not been fully controlled by him, but it had already started to stir up trouble. In a short moment, it formed several invisible waves of impact, setting off huge waves in his consciousness.
"F * ck!"
Jon swore that he was really caught off guard by this. Although his soul was relatively stable due to the continuous increase in his spiritual power recently, the tearing pain caused by this spiritual attack was real, and it directly pulled him back to reality from his dreams.
He sucked in a breath of cold air and subconsciously arched his body. He kicked the table leg under the table. Fortunately, the tables and chairs in the Potions class were all reinforced with magic. He didn't kick the table over, but the pain was unexpectedly strong, which was why he cursed in a low voice.
The only thing to be thankful for was that because everyone was busy concocting the potion, no one noticed his movements.
Except for Snape.
"What are you doing?"
The professor used his usual cold voice to whisper into Jon's ear. When he saw Jon's pale face, his expression suddenly turned solemn.
"I'm sorry, professor."
Jon's voice was a little stuttering. He thought that he was fine, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was very hoarse, and there was a faint pain in it.
"Did you not have a good rest? If you are not feeling well, you can go to the school hospital for treatment as soon as possible. Don't disturb the other students in class. " Snape did not dwell on this matter, but Stephen was not so lucky. "Mr Statham, how is your concocting of the potion coming along?"
The conflict quickly shifted, and Stephen naturally answered smoothly. Snape nodded silently, then walked away.
Before he left, he even gave Jon a look that urged him to go see a doctor quickly.
"Are you okay?"
Stephen checked on Jon's condition as he continued concocting the potion with his hands. It felt like he had four hands with two hands.
"I'm fine, it's not a big problem."
Jon pushed away Stephen's hand from his body, and rubbed his aching leg. His body, which had not slept well, was now even more tired, and his reaction was not as agile as usual.
He was more familiar with the things in front of him. Helga had taught him how to concoct the potion many times, and the potion in front of him now was not a difficult one.
The two of them pretended to be chatting, but in reality, they were chatting.
"You don't look too good."
Stephen said softly, "What happened, weren't you sleeping well just now?"
"I don't know either, I was attacked for no reason when I was sleeping just now, and it didn't seem like a human who attacked me.
It felt rather cold, like some kind of aquatic magical beast. "
When Stephen heard the two words' magical beast ', his expression changed from serious to surprised.
The word Magical Beast wasn't a word that could be casually used in the magical world. It was an ancient word that had always been used to refer to those animals that possessed magic but had a very strong malice towards humans. However, it wasn't known when this word had gradually fallen out of use. Those animals had also lost their malice towards humans, and their names had also changed from Magical Beasts to Mystical Animals.
It was not that Jon did not know about this, so the fact that he could use this term at this time proved that that thing was definitely not a simple creature.
"What did you do again?"
Stephen's first reaction was to think that Jon had done something strange again. After all, he had a criminal record, so others could not help but think about it.
"I … I don't know either, I will tell you in detail after class."
Thus, the two of them began to focus on concocting the potion. Jon slept for more than half of the class, but with Stephen's previous progress, the remaining time was enough.
Snape was rather lenient towards him, which was a very rare thing. After class, Jon and Stephen hurried to the small house, but Scully and Feren did not follow them.
In the day, the four of them would never disappear together, or else it would cause the members of the club to suspect.
Moreover, school had just started, and the club needed new blood, so Scully and Feren had plenty of things to do.
"Why are you walking so fast?"
Stephen looked at Jon, who was about to fly, and their figures became illusory in unison, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
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