"Three!"

In the common room of the Hogwarts carriage, Ravender waved his wand and a mahjong in front of her flew into the middle of the table.

Jasyan absent-mindedly touched a card and threw away a Dongfeng at the same time.

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

"Professor Dumbledore said that Jon's return is uncertain, and it may be a few days a year. If he counts it for a long time, he will have to be at least half a year before he can come back."

Neville also threw away a tube of one, and analyzed it to Justin and the other three.

Ron also looked frowning.

"What exactly does Professor Dumbledore have to do with Jon? He is only 12 years old, and even if he learns magic regularly, it is indeed faster than us... Could it be that he asked him to help study some magic?"

Ravender glared at him.

"What are you a professor in school? No matter how smart Jon is, he can't study the curse that professors can't even imagine, right?"

After Ravend threw out a forty thousand, his originally weak voice finally became a little excited, and his wand swept across all the cards in front of him.

"It's so bad!"

The game ended, but the four people who had already reached the second grade, including Jasyan, who had won, did not have much emotional fluctuation.

The five people who were originally good are now missing one of them. From the beginning of school to the present, Neville and the others have not been used to the days when Jon is gone.

The chandelier in the common room was shaking gently as the carriage moved forward. Ron looked at the pet toad that Neville brought this semester and curled his lips and complained.

"Maybe Jon is playing with a toad right now?"

Ravend threw an empty paper cup and smashed it on his head.

"You thought Jon would be as bored as you!"

...

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

"There are eyes but no beads."

The red light hit a frog that Jon caught from the black lake. At the moment the spell hit, the frog's eyes turned into a godless gray, and then it seemed as if it had completely lost its vision, jumping around in panic.

Jon looked at the frog's performance and was already proficient in his eye spells, but the frog was obviously too far from the snake monster. The spell could have an effect on the frog, but it was not necessarily true for the snake monster.

The practice of eye spell cannot be stopped, but Jon can transfer part of his energy to other spells.

Although he did not need to refine potions in the house of "responsible requests", he could also use this house as a place to practice spells. After all, it is so convenient, just like the name, it can be said that it is always responsive to all requests.

Jon actually didn't have long practice time every day. Since Halloween, he has made plans for his time. After the curfew was imposed at nine o'clock, he lay in bed to rest. After twelve o'clock, he woke up on time, wore an invisible cloak and sneaked to the house to fulfill the requests to practice spells. He practiced until 2:30 in the morning, then returned to the dormitory to sleep, and then according to the scheduled work and rest time of the Mud Ba Ran, he got up at around six o'clock to start a new day.

In this way, he could rest for about seven hours a day, but he would definitely not have been able to relax after waking up once in the middle, but he would not have looked listless all day long.

When it was time to practice the spell tonight, Jon put away his wand, wrapped himself in an invisibility cloak and walked out of the house of Responsible Requests.

The castle was still quiet, and the cold wind swept through the corridor, making him unable to help but tighten his robe.

Under Voldemort's control, almost no students would have the bold idea of ​​night tours. Dolokhov's attitude towards mixed-race students was also extremely harsh. Most of the little wizards in this school dared not touch his bad temper.

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

The sound seemed so clear in the night that Jon subconsciously sank his heart to the bottom of the valley at the first moment, thinking that he had been discovered!

But soon he felt relieved, because as the footsteps came, there were two conversations with a rapid tone.

"...Why did you realize it now? Think about how you should explain to Mr. Crouch later!"

Jon's voice sounded very familiar to him. The person who spoke was the castle administrator Dolokhov, but his tone was extremely anxious now, which was an emotion that had never been expressed in front of the mud-breeding students.

"I, I rarely go deeper, who would have thought that those books would become like that! This cannot be blamed on me. I cannot enter without approval from the first-level restricted area. It was when I arrived at the refurbished bookshelf two days ago that I realized something was wrong!"

A obviously cowardly voice stammered.

"You tell me these things are useless, wait and explain to Mr. Crouch!"

Jon was not interested in what they were talking about. After hearing Dolokhov's voice, he immediately wanted to turn around and walk back, temporarily avoiding the castle administrator.

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

Someone went downstairs above!

Jon immediately stopped all his movements. He was now blocked on this staircase. There would be movements whether it was going up or down. The best and most concealed way was to stay in place!

And at the same time, he also saw the greasy and pale witch who was walking down the stairs.

"So, what's the matter that you must tell Crouch?"

Snape stopped at the corner of the stairs, less than two meters away from Jon's squatting down. He asked indifferently as he looked at Dolokhov and another timid wizard who had just walked to the stairs.

After Dolokhov and the witch saw Snape, their bodies froze. They didn't seem to be too intimate with the vice principal, and they could even tell through their ugly faces. This attitude could be called repulsive.

But the two still maintained basic respect.

"Mr. Snape, it's just that Kilowe found something unexpected in the library, and this is not worth disturbing your rest."

Dolokhov's words are very stern, and they use respectful words in their words, but they are not convinced at all.

"My question is, if you have anything to do, you must explain to Bati." Snape raised his voice and looked at Dolokhov and the others in a cold face. "Do you still need to let me repeat this question for the third time!"

Dolokhov lowered his head. He seemed to be obedient, but in fact he looked full of resentment. The one who answered again was naturally the library administrator named "Qilinas Quirou".

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