"Next Wednesday night then," Harry said.
"We'll decide on the other activities then. I think we should hurry up now."
He took out the map of the Survival Point and carefully checked if there were any teachers on the eighth floor. He asked everyone to walk in groups of three or four, and worriedly watched if their little black dots returned to the dormitory safely. Hufflepuff returned to the basement corridor that led to the kitchen, Ravenclaw returned to the west tower of the castle, and Gryffindor returned to the portrait of the fat lady along the corridor on the eighth floor.
Hufflepuff's lounge.
Forren was sitting on the recliner and reading the newspaper. For some reason, the fat friar had been appearing and disappearing recently, as if he was doing something. He rarely appeared in the common lounge.
So his chair was naturally occupied by others.
Forren had a purpose here. He was waiting for Smith and the others to come back and report the problems of the first assembly.
— — Of course, this Smith was not Jon. Jon was no longer the Smith of the past. Smith had become his middle name. If his name was shortened, it should be Jon Hufflepuff.
But this matter was not that serious.
Soon, he saw Smith, McMillan, and Justin coming in from the entrance, talking and laughing at the same time.
"Looks like you guys are very happy today."
"Boss Forren."
The three of them had solemn expressions, but they weren't particularly nervous. This was because Farren was always very calm in front of them, unlike Boss Stephen who gave them so much pressure.
"How was the result?"
"Very good." Smith's fingertips tapped wildly on a piece of paper, and the threads of magic condensed into runes printed on the paper, describing what he saw and heard tonight. "But I was laughed at by the two of them. They said that my performance tonight was a bit excessive."
"It was excessive. You shouldn't have disagreements with Harry. You have a bad image in front of them, especially Cedric …"
McMillan paused for a moment.
"The relationship between us and them is very awkward."
"It's not that serious. Although we are all sad about the death of our senior, after all, our senior's friendship with us is not that deep. He voluntarily went to protect Harry. If he didn't go, we would eventually have other students die. Let's not talk about this matter anymore."
Feren naturally knew the inside story, but he couldn't tell anyone about it. If others found out that Cedric wasn't dead, then there would be a problem.
Fortunately, after so many years, Cedric and Stephen had laid a very solid foundation in Hufflepuff Academy. The students in the academy believed in their words, and this matter was indeed something that everyone had long been mentally prepared for.
If there was no Cedric, there would be others. Being chosen by the flames was Cedric's fate. Although there were some benefits involved, it was ultimately his own choice.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. The magic you performed was really terrible. Who would be so distracted in such a situation?"
"It's okay. I designed it to express the inner feelings of the characters. Although my acting may not be very good, they all believed it, didn't they?"
Smith chuckled but was quickly exposed by McMillan.
"That's because you showed poor technique, and your acting was also very poor. I saw very clearly that your wrist was already in place, but you deliberately paused for a moment.
We have practiced this magic so many times. Besides, although everyone has a tacit understanding and usually maintains an average level during exams, don't you know everyone's level?
You deliberately lowered your ability too much, and it made us look very weak. Not to mention, we were in front of Ravenclaw, and that Autumn Zhang was also … "
Justin obviously had a lot of complaints about Rachel Zhang. After all, Rachel was someone who knew the inside story. Hufflepuff didn't leak too much information, and only a few people knew about Ravenclaw. After Jon left, Stephen deliberately started to avoid suspicion with Ravenclaw.
"Alright, let's not dwell on these things. Since you are all in there, then let's go together. Otherwise, Smith will miss something or be too focused and expose himself. You will get what you deserve, so just do your job well."
"Don't worry, Boss, we understand. We'll go back first."
"Let's go together. I want to go back too."
They turned and walked back to the male dormitory together. The common room returned to its quiet state.
…
London, laboratory.
When the last batch of equipment was gradually transported to the underground laboratory space, Jon and the others' laboratory construction plan was considered to be completed.
Next, they would find an experienced and powerful Wizard to start transferring magic to the equipment and then permanently solidify the magic.
This was not an easy task, so it was naturally handed over to Grindelwald.
The First Generation Black Devil King, who had just returned from the Dark Forest, had only rested for a few days before he started another busy day.
"How did Celie put it? The great Black Demon King is starting to work for a capitalist like you. He is really born to work. "
Grindvall drew a magic circle in the air and imprinted it on the Mana Storage Crystal Plate of the equipment in front of him. He complained to Chown who was standing on the other side.
"The capitalist himself is also working with you, old man. There's no other way, there are only so many people who can do it, so we have to speed up the pace of research and let more ordinary Wizard be able to do these things. When the time comes, we won't have to trouble teacher to run around here all day."
"It's best. How can this kind of thing be done so quickly? I stayed in the Dark Forest for two days. Back then, my subordinates could be considered to have some talent, but look at them now, they obviously can't keep up with the times."
"They are not the only ones who can't keep up with the times. 80% of the people in this world can't keep up with my footsteps. I'm not blowing my own trumpet, but you should know that many of the things I am doing now originated from my ancestors. How can it be so easy to let mortals catch up with the thoughts of Gods? If it was so easy to catch up, my ancestors wouldn't be Gods."
"Don't pretend, senior Helga already told me that most of these ideas came from your own brain. She won't take the blame for you."
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