The Hufflepuff Magic Research Society ushered in a very good start.
Jon sat in his seat and looked at Professor Sprout who was standing on the podium. He suddenly felt that this scene was like a report for a certain magic achievement.
Jon had participated in many academic reports before, and all of them were like this, sitting below and looking at the person giving the report on the podium.
Professor Sprout had the demeanor of a great magician. She usually gave lessons in the greenhouse, but when she stood on the podium, she did not hide her preference for Hufflepuff's students. She even clearly told the present Hufflepuff's students that as long as they performed well enough, she would not be stingy with giving extra points to their school.
This made the students who participated in the Magic Research Society very excited. Professor Sprout gave them the illusion that they were some kind of scholar, so each of them tried to show a serious expression as if they were participating in the United Nations Youth Assembly.
Among them, Stephen and Scully, who were sitting next to Jon, were the funniest. Feren had at least seen the news on TV, so it was not strange for him to imitate the attitude of those politicians.
This large classroom immediately became the common self-study room of Hufflepuff Academy. Professor Sprout cast a large-scale temperature control spell in this classroom, making the temperature of the self-study room as warm as a greenhouse. When they walked out of here, they would be in the common lounge of Hufflepuff Academy, so the students did not have to worry too much.
Almost all the students of Hufflepuff Academy joined this society, especially the senior students represented by the sixth and seventh grade students. They were the most enthusiastic. They wanted to win a school championship before graduation.
The junior students were not far behind. The senior students showed advanced magic in the self-study room, which made them quite interested in magic.
However, there were not many students in the self-study room. After all, a society was not a course, nor a club that required fixed time activities. Societies were relatively more mobile.
Except for a large meeting every Saturday night to show their new discoveries or some strange ideas, everyone was free for the rest of the time.
Jon, Stephen, and the others always did their homework in the self-study room. Here, they could ask students of other grades for help. Everyone consciously maintained the habit of not making too much noise and not disturbing each other.
With Jon's support, Stephen also presented the improved Fluorescent Spell to everyone at the Saturday meeting before Christmas. The effect of this low-level spell was not enhanced, but it was more suitable for younger students to use.
Professor Sprout was very happy with Stefen, the first student to create a new spell. After asking Stefen to teach the improved spell to everyone, she gave Hufflepuff 15 points, 5 points for the spell, and 10 points for Stefen's creativity.
This made the students very excited.
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As Christmas approached, everyone couldn't wait for the holidays.
Although the fire in the Hufflepuff Common Room was burning brightly, the cold wind that blew through the corridor was bone-chilling. The windows of the classroom were also rattling from the cold wind.
Christmas was on Tuesday, so there were still classes on Monday.
The last class on Monday was Snape's Magic Potions class, which was not good news. Professor Snape's class was in the underground classroom, and the low temperature caused a white mist to form in front of them when they exhaled. They could only try to stay as close to their hot crucibles as possible.
Thankfully, Professor Snape's expressionless face finally warmed up a little on Christmas Eve. Jon even saw the professor smile, which was rare. He realized that Professor Snape looked very good when he smiled, but his smile was too short, which made Jon think that he was seeing things.
With the end of the last Magic Potions class, the Christmas holidays began.
The next morning, Jon and his three roommates took a carriage to the station. Béla, who had not seen her brother for a long time, finally remembered her good brother during the holidays. She insisted on sitting in the same cubicle as the four boys, and casually threw in a little girl from Ravenclaw as a gift.
Marietta Ekmore, the informant in Jon's memory.
At this time, this little girl had not yet become the witch who broke her oath, and looked a little shy, but could be considered a pretty little girl.
Stephen was the most cheerful of the four, and he chatted with Béla in a few sentences. Fran and Scully chatted on the left and right, and Marietta would occasionally chime in shyly. Jon was also happy to be free.
His small leather case contained the drawings and the materials for the magic array, so he had to be careful in case the parents of the students at the station noticed the unusual magic waves in his leather case.
Stealing from Hogwarts was not a small crime.
In the afternoon, the train finally stopped at King's Cross Station.
The students changed into casual clothes and prepared to leave Platform 9 and 3. Fortunately, there were still many students who chose to stay on during the holidays, or else there would be more people here.
Small streams of people quietly passed by the wall, and Jon and the rest blended into the crowd without attracting any attention. When they reached the entrance of the station, the six of them separated and went to find their parents.
"Uncle didn't come?"
Béla carried the case and stood at the entrance of the station with Jon, looking for traces of Mr. Smith.
"I told him he could come a little later. He has a class today, and to make it up to us, he decided to treat us to McDonald's."
Jon waved the envelope in his hand, which contained several pounds.
"Oh? I'm surprised we can't go back right away. "
Although that was what she said, Béla did not sound surprised at all. Jon even heard a hint of laughter in her voice. "Let's wait inside McDonald's. It's too cold outside."
Mr. Smith gave Jon enough money. While waiting for the food, Jon ran to the bookstore nearby and bought two books of medieval literature.
"Why did you buy this?"
Béla sipped her cola and flipped through the books, then put them back in Jon's hand. "Are you going to be a reporter for the Prophet?"
Hearing the word reporter, Jon thought about Rita Skeet in his memory and shook his head decisively.
He had no interest in western reporters at all. He was a mage, not a mage.
Especially when there was still that old lady in England.
He was about to speak when he heard his father's voice from the door.
"Hi, my dear son. Merry Christmas."
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