HP Approaches the Magical World

It's still early.

In the school at five o'clock in the morning on Sunday, there were basically not many people waking up from their sleep. In the hazy fog, the atmosphere was peaceful and quiet.

The small animals in the Forbidden Forest will come out to move around at this time. After living here for a long time, Jon is familiar with these animals.

It's just that today's small animals seem to be a little different. Jon has seen the same rabbit dangling in front of him three times, as if lost.

Wait, maybe he got lost or maybe.

Jon flicked his finger lightly, and the magic force field stretched out instantly.

His magic force field is connected to the small enchantment of the training ground, and after being activated near the training ground, it will naturally be blessed to monitor the surrounding area.

It didn't take too long to wait for the result. Jon glanced at his route and understood what was going on.

Was put together ah.

It's just that this kind of fascination magic can't trap him, and there are too many traces of the caster left in the magic.

So after Jon got out of the predicament, he found Snape who was hiding in a dense forest at the first time.

"It's not me, Professor, this level of magic is not at your level."

Snape didn't take it seriously, he glanced at Jon with a blank expression.

"I didn't intend to trap you, just to remind you, pay attention to it recently, something happened in the Forbidden Forest."

"what's the matter?"

Jon didn't care about this. There was nothing to make a fuss about when Harry was in the first grade, and things really happened in the next few years: "I think the things here are still under my control." Within the scope, it’s just that Professor, aren’t you going to be the referee today? Waiting for me here early in the morning, won’t you lose your spirits?”

"This way, there will be no lack of energy. Always acting there is a great test of my mental state."

Snape rarely said a few witty words, and Jon also laughed in agreement.

It's just that both of them are very clear that this is not something serious to say.

"You didn't invite someone to meet here, did you? In order to prevent me from doing bad things, that's why you set up a fading magic at my door?"

Snape nodded.

"I originally planned to have an appointment with Quirrell here today. You know, he's been like a waste recently, and he hasn't made any progress at all."

"But it seems that the person who was invited didn't come to the appointment, or he planned to come to the appointment at a different time."

Jon clapped his hands, and the disappearing magic behind him dissipated: "You don't need this, don't worry, I know it well, and I won't delay your business."

"I hope so."

Snape said strangely: "But what are you going to do when you get up so early?"

"It's nothing, I just got up early and planned to go out for a stroll."

Jon didn't lie when he said this, he just went out for a walk today, and meeting Snape was also an accident.

Snape was a rather dull person, and Jon also became dull when he was with such a person, so the two of them had nothing to say when they were together.

The air soon became awkward.

But Snape had obviously experienced such scenes many times, and Jon still took the initiative to break the deadlock given that he often made the students sarcastically unable to get off the stage.

"I have something to go back there first, don't worry, I will use the illusion spell to cover myself when I come out, and I will try my best to pay attention to the movement around me."

Snape nodded silently.

——It's really embarrassing.

On the way back, Jon touched the small pimples on the back of his hands, and he didn't know whether it was because of the cold or embarrassment.

But no matter what the reason is, it doesn't matter now.

Jon could probably guess what Snape was going to do in the Forbidden Forest?

Counting the time, after today's game, it seems that something about Voldemort is about to happen in the Forbidden Forest.

The death of the unicorn, the strengthening of Voldemort.

It is said that if someone drinks the blood of a unicorn, the person will suffer endless pain while drinking.

It is a sin.

But just as Jon knows that unicorn hair can be used to make a stable magic circle, unicorn blood also has the effect of purifying and stabilizing the soul.

For Voldemort, who is becoming increasingly crazy and his soul is on the verge of collapse, when there is no way to get the Philosopher's Stone, sucking the blood of the unicorn is a must.

This is also a very helpless choice.

It's just that an existence like Voldemort would not have fallen to this point if it hadn't been for his own insatiable greed.

Jon could only say that he deserved it.

He and Voldemort are in hostile positions, so if you want him to sympathize, you will naturally have nothing to sympathize with.

After loosening his neckline, Jon stepped into the barrier of the training ground.

He originally thought that Stephen in the room should still be sleeping in the short ten minutes since he went out, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw Stephen sitting in front of the table.

"Why did you wake up? Did I wake you up when I left just now? You should have stayed late yesterday, so don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

"You came back just in time, I have something to tell you."

Stephen waved his hand to indicate that he was not going to sleep: "Just now, our founder, Your Excellency, entrusted me with a dream."

"To dream? When?"

Jon is naturally surprised, because he knows that Helga is now in a deep sleep, and only the superficial consciousness can be used, so he seldom moves, but if this matter is so important that Tomeng has to talk to Stephen, why not How about telling him directly in the Fairy Castle?

He didn't know that when he woke up, it happened that Helga's surface consciousness was not active. After he left, Helga's consciousness became active on the floating island.

After listening to Delelle's report, Helga immediately looked for Jon, but Jon had already woken up at that time, so he had to use this method as the next best thing.

"I said it all, just now, if there is a time to be precise, it will probably be after you left.

At that time, I woke up in a daze, then fell asleep again, and then dreamed about the founder, and then, when I woke up, I saw myself sitting in front of the table, writing this on a piece of paper, and thinking about it. Just remember, Your Majesty the Witch asked me to hand this over to you. "

"what?"

Jon opened the sticky note, and the magic words on it seemed to be automatically translated in his eyes, without any hindrance to reading.

"Let me go to Dumbledore and borrow the Dragon Soul Crypt?"