The Real Hogwarts Chapter 87 Night Tour Encounter
"Three!"
In the common room of the Hogwarts
Jia Siyan absentmindedly touched a card and threw away an East Wind at the same time.
"Halloween is over, why hasn't Jon come back yet?"
"Professor Dumbledore said that it's uncertain when John will return. It could be a year or just a few days. If we calculate it over a long period of time, it will take at least half a year for him to return."
Neville also threw away a card and analyzed it to Justin and the other three people.
Ron also looked sad.
"What task do you think Professor Dumbledore wants Jon to do? He is only 12 years old. Even if he learns magic faster than us, is he asking him to help study some magic?"
Lavender glared at him.
"What do you think the professors in the school are? Even if Jon is very smart, he can't study spells that the professor can't think of, right?"
After Lavender threw out a card of 40,000, Jasyan's originally weak voice finally became a little more excited, and he swept his wand across to push all the cards in front of him.
"Hu!"
The game was over, but the four people who had been promoted to the second grade, including the winner Jia Siyan, did not show much emotion.
The five people who were originally together are now inexplicably missing one person. From the beginning of the school year to now, Neville and the others have not yet gotten used to the days when Jon is not around.
The chandelier above the common room swayed gently as the carriage moved forward. Ron looked at the pet toad that Neville had brought this semester and pouted.
"Maybe Jon is playing with a toad right now?"
Lavender threw an empty paper cup and hit him on the head.
"You thought Jon would be as boring as you!"
…
Jon certainly wasn’t toying with a toad;
"You have no eyes."
The red light hit a frog that Jon caught from the Black Lake. The moment the spell hit, the frog's eyes turned lifeless gray, and then it jumped around in panic as if it had completely lost its vision.
Jon watched the frog's performance. He had basically mastered the eye disease spell, but the gap between the frog and the basilisk was obviously too big. The spell might work on the frog, but not necessarily on the basilisk.
The practice of the Eye Disease Spell cannot be stopped yet, but John can now transfer some of his energy to other spells.
Although he did not need to make potions in the Room of Requirement, he could also use this room as a place to practice spells. After all, it was so convenient. Just like the name suggested, it could truly be said to be a place that would grant any request.
Jon actually didn't have much practice time every day. Since Halloween, he had planned his time. He would lie in bed and rest after the curfew at nine o'clock. He would wake up on time after twelve o'clock, put on his invisibility cloak and sneak into the Room of Requirement to practice spells. He would practice until two-thirty in the morning, then return to the dormitory to sleep. Then, according to the prescribed schedule for Mudbloods, he would get up at six o'clock to start a new day.
In this way, he can still rest for about seven hours a day, but he will definitely not be as relaxed as sleeping for seven hours in a row if he wakes up once in the middle, but he will not be listless for the whole day.
When the time for practicing spells tonight came to an end, Jon put away his wand, put on an invisibility cloak, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.
The castle was still quiet. The cold wind swept through the corridor, causing him to tighten his robe.
In Hogwarts under Voldemort's control, almost no students would have such a bold idea as a night walk. Dolohov's attitude towards half-blood students was also extremely harsh, and most of the young wizards in this school did not dare to offend him.
Jon walked down the eighth floor smoothly as usual, and just as he reached the corner of the stairs on the fifth floor, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly came from far away.
The sound was so clear in the dark that Jon's heart sank subconsciously, thinking he had been discovered!
But he soon felt relieved because along with the footsteps, there were also two voices talking in hurried tones.
"...Why did you find out only now? Think about how you are going to explain it to Mr. Crouch later!"
Jon was very familiar with this
"I, I rarely go deep into the area. Who would have thought that the books would become like that? You can't blame me for this. I can't enter the Level 1 restricted area without permission. I only discovered something was wrong when I went to renovate the bookshelves two days ago!"
An obviously timid voice stammered as it explained.
"It's no use telling me this, just wait and explain to Mr. Crouch!"
Jon had no interest in what they were talking about. After hearing Dolohov's voice, he immediately wanted to turn around and walk back to temporarily avoid the castle manager.
But just as he was about to step back up the stairs in front of him, he heard clear footsteps above his head.
Someone is coming down from upstairs!
Jon immediately stopped all his movements. He was now stuck on this section of stairs. No matter whether he went up or down, there would be noise. The best and most covert way was to stay where he was!
At the same time, he also saw the greasy-haired, pale-faced wizard walking down the stairs.
"So, is there something you must report to Crouch?"
Snape stopped at the corner of the stairs, less than two meters away from where John was squatting. He looked at Dolohov and another timid wizard who had just walked to the stairs, and asked indifferently.
When Dolohov and the wizard saw Snape, both of them froze. They didn't seem to be too friendly towards the vice-headmaster, and one could even tell from their unpleasant expressions that their attitude could be described as rejection.
But the two still maintained basic respect.
"Mr. Snape, it's just that Quirrell discovered some accidents in the library. This is not worth disturbing your rest."
Dolokhov's voice was stiff and he used honorifics, but there was no sense of conviction in his words.
"My question is, if you have anything to report to Barty Jr." Snape raised his voice and looked at Dolohov and the others with a cold face, "Do you need me to repeat this question for the third time?"
Dolohov lowered his head. He seemed obedient, but in fact his eyes were full of indignation. The one who spoke again was naturally the librarian named "Quilinus Quirrell".
"All the books in the deepest part of the forbidden area have lost their magic, sir."
