Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

Jon woke up from his bed.

He raised his wrist, and the fluorescent hands showed that it was already past three in the middle of the night, and it was early morning in a while.

The mechanical watch on the wrist is regarded as a semi-magic item, with precision spells and diamagnetic spells attached to it to prevent the powerful magnetic power of Hogwarts from affecting this muggle item.

Of course, this watch violates the "Prohibition of Muggle Item Abuse Act."

But how can there be so many people in this world who have nothing to look for?

People who like looking for things and those who are looking for things are either liked or hated.

Coincidentally, these two emotions have nothing to do with Jon.

Jon lay on the bed empty, the bed curtain cut off the breathing of others in the dormitory, making this small space extremely quiet.

He began to think.

Because he just saw Hufflepuff in his dream, he still feels unreal now.

If there is really a God, then this God, is he laughing at this moment?

Can God tell him why?

He has made up his mind to spend seven years in school obediently and honestly, and now tells him that Helga •Hufflepuff is his ancestor, and he actually has a "mysterious" magical atmosphere in him, which is destined to be There is Great Accomplishment, and then the ending will not end well?

How wise the author can write this kind of plot where the protagonist's road suddenly begins?

A fan of NZND, MDZZ?

The more Jon thinks about it, the more his head hurts. He always feels that there is a pair of invisible hands in his mind, playing with all this, he can only act like a puppet, performing according to the established order.

"Of course, it may be just a dream, so don’t worry."

He comforted himself so much, tried to calm down, and cultivated calmness in more than ten years. Isn’t it just to face the current situation?

Mount Tai collapsed and the face doesn't change. He can't do it, but accepting the new information is just a small scene. There is no need to be so surprised.

Tossing over and over in bed calmed down a bit. After Jon felt that there was nothing wrong with him, he climbed out of the bed and saw that it was almost five o'clock.

Take out the underwear that you wear next to your body from the locker-these clothes exist for easy movement, then put on the robe, touch the ring on your hand, and move towards the common room.

Hufflepuff’s ghost fat cultivator was sleeping on a chair in the common room. Jon did not disturb him lightly. When passing by the Hufflepuff portrait, the smiling Legendary witch above the portrait moved towards him blinking. Blinked.

Okay, now I can be sure that I was not dreaming last night.

Jon politely placed nodded, and then went out from the exit. Although it is still within the curfew, normal people should be asleep well at this time. After all, Filch is a squib and needs rest.

Presumably, the twin of the Weasley Family is a headache for Mr. Administrator.

Jon didn't mean to challenge the Hogwarts wardens. Living in the magic world with this kind of squib itself is very painful. There is no need to make the family worse.

He followed the route mentioned by Helga, without any hesitation, moved towards the castle and walked upstairs.

Fortunately, today is not a "staircase holiday". It took Jon a few minutes to run from the basement floor to the eighth floor of the castle, and then he found the wall opposite the tapestry of Troll Barnabas the Barmy. .

Behind this wall is Ms. Ravenclaw’s study, library, bedroom, bathroom... In short, Ms. Ravenclaw’s living room was here. After Ms. Ravenclaw passed away, this house became The secret place Hogwarts left for the students to explore.

Powerful space magic, thousand-year-old hidden magic, defensive magic together with Hogwarts fuse... Jon originally yearned for this house, but after hearing Helga's words, this yearning changed It's getting stronger.

Of course he knows the way to open the responsive house, but with Helga's guidance, that way seems a bit troublesome.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the wand from the ring, leaned it against the wall in front of him, and said softly

"The most precious thing in the world is friendship." (The most important thing in the world, isfriendship.)

The wall in front of me began to change. Instead of turning into a door, it turned into a wave-like light film. With a little effort, Jon's tip of the magic war has already penetrated.

Jon didn't hesitate, he moved towards the light film and walked in, as if he had entered platform nine and three-quarters.

There is no special place in the room. Except for the outdated furnishings, the other places are very similar to Jon’s own study, bookshelves, desks, chairs, paintings on the walls, and pictures on the table. Quill and the half-used ink bottle, the ink inside has condensed into lumps...

Jon stroked the traces of these objects. After a thousand years, these objects are still well preserved, as if The original owner was still there just now.

He turned around and saw the huge portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait was very empty, but in the middle of the left stood a young silhouette, the purple dress like flowing water Spreading on the ground, the golden thread on it outlines the mysterious honey badger crest......

For so many years, she seems to have not changed anything, her smile is still, gentle and gentle.

Jon suddenly remembered Hufflepuff house's introduction about her ancestor, and it said that she treated all students like her own child.

A person who can be called a mother by students must have something special about her.

"Are these blank spaces the portraits of the three founders back then?"

Jon asked, looking at the huge blank space on the screen, Hufflepuff in the portrait clicked Nodded, here she is finally able to speak freely:

"In the beginning, Slytherin left, his portrait also left from here, then Gryffindor and Ravenclaw passed away one after another, and the portrait here has always been No one knows. In fact, we all know the password to enter Rowena Study, but no one has actually come in. It wasn't until I performed magic on the eve of my death that I found out that there was such a portrait here."

Helga's voice is sad.

"A few of us were very good friends before!"

Jon doesn’t know how to continue. At this time, he can’t even empathize. The friendship that had lasted for a thousand years became extremely heavy after time settled down. He couldn't even say a few witty words to ease Helga's grief.

"Don’t feel sad because of me. It’s been so long, I’ve already looked away."

Helga on the portrait said by himself: "You didn’t mean you want to learn Is it something? I can ask now, but the magic circle has been developed for so long, I am afraid I can teach you not much."