HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 (Thanks to my good brother "Hogwarts with Heartbeat" for the reward)

　　 No one knows what Jon’s patron saint is.

　　 Helga saw the appearance of the patron saint outside, and immediately thought it was a swallow.

　　 But once this "swallow" is too big,

　　 Secondly, this bird has no feet.

　　 When has there been a swallow without feet in this world?

　　 Helga was confused, and so was Jon, who was sober.

　　 It’s just that it has been delayed for too long, and after the two of them didn’t say a few words, Helga sent Jon out.

　　 The previous hour’s time limit, although Helga said in passing, but the soul is indeed damaged if it is out of the body for too long, so when the matter is settled, we should send the person out first.

　　 If you want to talk, isn’t there time in the future?

　　……

　　 It was night when Jon woke up.

　　 To be precise, it was already the third night.

　　 Looking at the dim sky outside the window, Jon took off his dirty clothes and pulled out a piece of home clothes from the cabinet.

　　 It's interesting. The clothes in his closet were all picked by himself, which completely accorded with his own aesthetics.

　　Fashion really is a circle.

　　 In the past few days, Caledy strictly followed Jon’s instructions, and did not let others disturb Jon’s rest, and at the same time made Jon hungry enough.

　　 And just in the few days when Jon was sleeping, a guest had already traveled through a small part of England and came to Biro Manor.

Mr. Gildro Lockhart, who was hired by Jon and will serve as Jon’s Wizard of Magic for the next period of time, has arrived here last night and moved into the guest room under Caledy’s arrangement. Among.

　　 So, the first thing Jon wakes up is to invite someone to dinner.

　　 "Does my food still suit your taste? Mr. Lockhart?"

　　 "Of course, of course."

　　 With the innocent smile on Jon’s face, Professor Lockhart, who was sitting across from the long table, was restless.

　　Obviously, everyone has known before, and you know what kind of person the other person is, who do you want to show it to him?

　　 Is there an audience here?

　　 Let's talk about it, now that everyone else is sitting here, if you have anything to say, okay?

　　 How can I still run?

　　 It’s just that these words obviously cannot be said-Lockhart's gaze swept across the house elf standing at Jon's hand unconsciously, and he smiled stiffly.

　　 Jon was busy eating, and he was not in the mood to take care of Lockhart.

　　 I haven't eaten for three days. Although the wizard's body can absorb magic factors to maintain vital signs, hunger is inevitable.

　　 Lockhart is different. He eats like a gentleman-of course, he can also be regarded as a gentleman, that's for sure-the etiquette at the table is very strict.

　　 This is naturally not his habit, just because he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous.

　　 It's not that the reputation of the Hufflepuff family played any role, mainly because Kaledi brought considerable pressure to him.

　　 He can't beat it.

　　 Speaking of it, it's not surprising that wizards can't beat house elves.

Before being enslaved by wizards, the house elves were originally one of the most powerful groups of magical creatures. They were born with powerful magical talents and powers, and ordinary wizards could not be compared with them.

　　 Even after being enslaved, this race will be restricted by wizards only because of the contract, and even so, the contract can only guarantee that the elves will not harm their master-there is no such restriction for other wizards.

　　 Lockhart, with his thoughts in his heart, returned to the guest room after eating, and began to prepare his lectures.

　　 He has got some information about Jon's study progress.

Jon naturally wouldn’t tell Lockhart about his real progress. Although he was not suspicious of employing people, he couldn’t be completely at ease when he switched to himself, so Helga helped him fake a level of strength and let him take it. Come out to deal with Lockhart.

　　 The peak strength of ordinary students in the second grade is about the same as those of the descendants of normal ancient families.

　　 This is serious business.

　　 Jon glanced at Lockhart's leaving figure, eating three minutes faster.

　　 The happiest thing is Caledy. Jon's eating is happy, and he thinks it's a reward for himself. ,

　　 After eating, Jon returned to the study.

　　 The warm light of the desk lamp poured down from the table. After enduring the candlelight at Hogwarts for so long, it finally felt like returning to human society.

　　 Notebooks, pens, lamps, books, just a computer.

　　 Is this the life of a researcher!

　　 What is it like to fight and kill with the magic method of becoming a god!

　　 Jon was bored, put his wand into the sheepskin tube on the right, and drew a pencil on the straw paper.

　　 If Stephen were here, he could immediately guess that Jon was thinking about persecuting others again.

　　 It's a pity that the owl does not apparate, and it takes time to send the letter. Besides, Stephen has to pack up his things. It will take him two days to come.

　　 Jon put down the pencil in his hand, and drew on the paper for a long time, without a clue, it would be better to do something else.

　　 So he started to play with the drawstring of the lamp~www.wuxiahere.com~ which is strange to say.

Helga has said that the magical environment of Jon and his family is similar to Hogwarts-here is the density difference, after all, the difference in volume between the two lies in it-but it is used by Hogwarts The indispensable Muggle items can be used in Jon's house.

　　 "Perhaps because of the relatively high degree of spatial compounding at Hogwarts."

　　 Helga's voice suddenly appeared in front of him, and Jon raised his head reflexively, and then was taken aback.

　　 Because Helga came down from the painting.

　　 is a real kind of coming down. Jon was startled watching the witch sitting on the sofa under the portrait stretched out **** and fiddled with the half-opened flower bones on the coffee table.

　　 "First, first, first... ancestors!"

　　 "What are you shouting? What a fuss!"

　　 Helga raised his head and glanced at Jon. Jon only saw that at this time, Helga's appearance seemed to be more refined.

　　 The amiable middle-aged witch I saw a year ago has become the only portrait in the Hufflepuff common room. In recent times, when Helga appeared in front of him, it was younger than ever.

　　 It seems that no matter what strength a woman is, even if she has lived for more than a thousand years, she still cares about her appearance after all.

　　 Being reminded by Helga, Jon also felt that he had been rash.

　　 Fortunately, the soundproofing of this room is good, otherwise Lockhart would hear it and I would not know what would happen.

　　 just...

　　 "Ancestor, are you able to get off the painting?"