In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 19 19. The end is at the castle

The horse-drawn carriage is like a big boat riding the wind and waves, and the rice fields that are blown by the wind rise and fall one after another, and there is indeed some smell of waves.

"Do we have a purpose?"

Jon sat on the bench on the couch, and the top of his head barely reached the position of Hagrid's chin, but this height already allowed him to look higher than the wooden cabinet in front of him and see the distant scenery.

Hearing Jon's question, Hagrid had a nostalgic smile on his face, and his rough voice was unexpectedly soft.

"I asked Dumbledore the same question when I first drove this carriage, and he told me: the moment we step on this carriage, there is only one end point for this journey, and that is to start again. Return to the Hogwarts castle that originally belonged to us."

The breeze blew the bangs on Jon's forehead, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he lifted the hand holding the tea cup up slightly, as if paying tribute to someone in the air.

"Very poetic answer, I like it!"

"Oh yeah, I almost cried when I heard him say that. Well, I actually cried."

"Won't you feel bored driving the carriage here by yourself?"

"Sometimes it's a little bit, but it's okay, I have Beach with me, and I even named every Thestral in front. I almost forgot, you shouldn't see these cute guys, give The horses we pull are called thestrals, magical creatures that can only be seen by those who have seen death."

Jon really couldn't see the appearance of thestrals. He had never seen anyone die in front of him in two lifetimes, but he himself died once, but this didn't seem to help him truly experience death. the whole picture.

"What kind of horses are they?"

"It's black, its head actually looks more like a dragon, its body is very thin, and it has a pair of bat-like wings. They belong to one of the flying horses. But we can't let them fly us, it's not that we can't fly, it's just that Compared with the ground, the Ministry of Magic has stricter controls on the sky, if we fly in the sky, we can easily become the targets of those Aurors and Death Eaters."

"Can they run all the time without resting?"

"Of course not. There are eight Thestrals in front of us pulling the carriage, but there are more than twenty Thestrals in Hogwarts. They are individually domesticated in a grassy and open-air room. Thestrals will have a shift change every week. When they are not working, they will get enough rest time and meat. To them, pulling a cart is equivalent to going out. Life is much more nourishing than ours. .”

Hagrid was very interested in spreading the knowledge about magical animals to Jon. While talking, he took out a plate of small cakes from the cabinet and put them in Jon's hands.

"Try more, Jon, I went to the kitchen to make this by myself at night. I am actually best at rock cakes. Unfortunately, it is not a coincidence that you came here. I have eaten up the last bit of stock this morning. .”

"Thanks, but I'm already full Hagrid."

Jon really couldn't eat the plate of butter and honey cake he was holding. His appetite wasn't that big, and this cake was only a small cake compared to Hagrid. Can't be called small.

Beachy, lying in Hagrid's pocket, seemed to be drooling over the cake in Jon's hand. Jon put the cake in front of him regardless of the past, and it was not polite at all, and jumped onto the plate directly. With such a handful of paws, he swirled the cream on it into his mouth.

Jon and Hagrid chatted here for a while, and then it wasn't long before they were about to leave.

He didn't have anything else to do in the afternoon, but if Neville and the others didn't see him after lunch, they might report his disappearance to the professor.

Hagrid didn't keep him, but sincerely invited him to come to the front of the carriage to chat with him whenever he was free, and then helped Jon open the door back to the carriage and sent him in.

It was a rare breath of fresh air. Jon was in a good mood walking on the corridor, and he didn't plan to go to the restaurant anymore. Hagrid's small cake and black tea just now were enough to fill his stomach, and he planned to go back to the dormitory and wait for Neville Come back from dinner.

And just as he passed by the storage room, a fat figure happened to come out of it.

Slughorn held a lot of things in his hands. He held a large box of candied pineapple in his arms, a pack of toffee in his mouth, and beside him seemed to be controlling two large bottles of lemonade with a levitating spell.

Seeing how busy the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was now, Jon couldn't help asking hesitantly.

"Uh, professor, do you need help?"

"Aha!"

At the same time as Slughorn opened his mouth in surprise, the taffy in his mouth just fell, and Jon subconsciously caught it in his hand below.

"You came at the right time, Jon. The students have gone to eat, and I can't find anyone to help. Come on, take this bag of sugar and follow me, maybe I can give you a few dollars."

This somewhat snobbish professor treated Jon pretty well, because he appreciated the history of magic homework that Jon handed in last week, and his performance in the defense class was also remarkable, which made Slughorn Put Jon on the list of students who can take care of him like Neville Ron.

Justin and Lavender, who have mediocre talents and even more ordinary backgrounds, are not included in this list.

Jon took the bag of taffy that would have been edible for more than a year if he was alone, and followed Slughorn, muttering in his heart, no wonder such a sweet tooth figure.

Slughorn's office was not far from the storage room, which seemed to be a room he had chosen on purpose.

The furnishings in the office are very simple, only a set of desks and chairs, and a row of bookshelves. There are many photos of him and other wizards hanging on the wall. Those photos who are blinking at him and smiling seem to be celebrities, but Jon didn't know anyone.

"Just put it here. Don't make fun of me at such an age. I still like these. That's all I like. One of the conditions that Dumbledore recruited me here was enough desserts. Okay. But he didn’t lie to me with this.”

Slughorn put the things away, invited Jon to sit down, and poured him a cup of black tea by the way, as if he just wanted to take this opportunity to chat with him about homework.

"The homework of the defense class you handed in last week was quite good, Jon, and your knowledge of the black curse is very clever."

(End of this chapter)