In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

"Sanjo!"

In the common room of the Hogwarts Carriage, Lavender waved her wand, and a piece of mahjong in front of her flew to the middle of the table.

Jasyan touched a card absentmindedly and threw away a Dongfeng card.

"Halloween is over, why hasn't Jon come back yet?"

"Professor Dumbledore said that the time for Jon's return is uncertain. It could be a year or just a few days. If we look at it over a long period of time, it will take at least half a year for him to come back."

Neville also threw away a card and a tube, analyzing it for Justin and the other three people.

Ron also looked sad.

"What tasks do you think Professor Dumbledore wants Jon to do? He is only 12 years old. Even if he usually learns magic faster than us... is he asked to help research some magic?"

Lavender glared at him.

"What do you think of as a professor in school? No matter how smart Jon is, he can't possibly study the magic spell that the professor can't think of, right?"

After Lavender threw a 40,000 card, Jasyan's originally weak voice finally became more energetic, and he pushed all the cards in front of him with a sweep of his wand.

"What a fool!"

The card game was over, but the four people who had advanced to second grade, including Jasyan who had won, did not have much emotion.

The originally good five people are now inexplicably missing one of them. From the beginning of the school year to now, Neville and the others have not gotten used to Jon's absence.

The chandelier in the common room swayed gently as the carriage moved forward. Ron looked at the new 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!"

…

Of course Jon wasn't toying with the toad, he was just torturing a frog.

"Sightless."

The red light hit a frog that Jon caught from the black lake. The moment the spell hit, the frog's eyes turned into a dull gray, and then it seemed to have completely lost its vision, and it panicked. Jumping in place.

Jon studied the performance of the frog. He was basically proficient in the eye disease spell, but the gap between the frog and the basilisk was obviously too big. The spell could be effective on the frog, but not necessarily on the basilisk.

The practice of the Eye Spell cannot be stopped yet, but Jon can finally transfer some of his energy to other spells.

Although he does not need to refine potions in the Room of Requirement, he can still use this room as a place to practice spells. After all, it is so convenient. Just like the name suggests, it can indeed be called the Room of Requirement. .

Jon's daily practice time actually doesn't last long. Ever since Halloween, he has planned his time. After the curfew started at nine o'clock, he would lie in bed and rest, and wake up on time after twelve o'clock, wearing an invisibility cloak. Sneaking to the Room of Requirement to practice the spell, he practiced until 2:30 in the morning, then returned to the dormitory to sleep, and then followed the Mudblood's prescribed schedule, getting up at around 6 o'clock to start a new day.

In this way, he can still rest for about seven hours a day, but if he wakes up once in the middle, he will definitely not be as relaxed as sleeping for seven consecutive hours, but it will not make him look listless the whole day afterward.

When it was time to practice spells tonight, Jon put away his wand, wrapped himself in an invisibility cloak and walked out of the Room of Requirement.

The castle was still quiet, and the cold wind swept through the corridors, making him tighten his robe tightly.

In Hogwarts, under Voldemort's control, few students would have the bold idea of ​​going out at night. Dolohov's attitude towards mixed-race students was also extremely harsh. Most of the young wizards in the school did not dare to touch him. of mold.

Jon walked down the eighth floor smoothly as usual, and just when he reached the corner of the stairs on the fifth floor, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from far and near.

The voice sounded so clear in the dark night that Jon's heart sank to the bottom subconsciously for the first time, thinking that he had been discovered!

But he soon felt relieved, because along with the footsteps, there were two hurried conversations.

".Why did you only find out now! Think about how you will explain to Mr. Crouch later!"

This voice was very familiar to Jon, and the person speaking was the castle administrator Dolohov, but his tone now was extremely urgent, an emotion he had never shown in front of the Mudblood students.

"I, I rarely go deep. Who would have thought that those books would become like that! You can't blame me. I can't enter the first-level restricted area without permission. It was time to renovate the bookshelf two days ago. I just realized something was wrong!”

An obviously timid voice stammered in explanation.

"It's useless for you to tell 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 administrator.

But just as he was about to step back up the stairs in front of him, there was a clear sound of footsteps above his head.

Someone is coming downstairs!

Jon immediately stopped all his movements. He was now blocked on this flight of stairs. No matter whether he was going up or down, there would be movement. The best and most hidden way was to stay where he was. !

At the same time, he also saw the greasy-haired and pale wizard walking down the stairs.

"So, is there anything you must explain to Crouch?"

Snape stopped at the corner of the stairs, less than two meters away from where Jon was squatting. He looked at Dolohov and another timid wizard who had just walked to the stairs, with expressions on their faces. asked indifferently.

After Dolohov and the wizard saw Snape, their bodies froze a little. They didn't seem to be too affectionate towards the vice-principal, even through their ugly expressions. It can be judged that this attitude can be called repulsive.

But the two still maintained basic respect.

"Mr. Snape, it's just that Quirrell discovered something unexpected happened in the library. This is not worth disturbing your rest."

Dolokhov's words were strong and hard, and he used honorifics in his words, but he didn't feel the slightest bit convinced.

"My question is, if you have anything, you must explain it to Barty Jr." Snape raised his voice and looked at Dolohov and the others coldly, "You still need to ask me to repeat this question for a third time." All over again!”

Dolokhov lowered his head. He seemed to be submissive, but in fact his eyes were full of dissatisfaction. The person who answered again was naturally the librarian named "Quilinas Quilo".

"The books in the deepest part of the forbidden book area have all lost the magic power they should have, first of all, sir."

I originally wanted to secretly code and make up for it during the day, but it turned out that the weekends were getting busier and busier.

Don't worry, everyone, there will be no shortage of updates. Even if this chapter is early in the morning, I stayed up late to code the original two chapters today. If you can't become an immortal, just get up and read it tomorrow.