Chapter 104
Judging from the vague image of the Boggart, the Dementor is also thinking.
John didn't want to see two things acting abstractly here. He waved his magic wand and the two guys were captured back to their respective places.
After closing the box and cabinet again, John sat on the box, touched his chin, and said thoughtfully: "It's very blurry, which means the Dementor's heart is not clear."
This feeling is like dementia, it can also be said that there is something wrong with the soul.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that both of them have abilities similar to Legilimency.
The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. John sighed heavily: "Oh, there is still a long way to go."
To solve the soul problem in Nagini, we need to continue to study it thoroughly.
Getting off the box, John left the secret room.
In the following days, he would go to the secret room to study two things every day.
Time passed day by day.
September 19th.
On this day, Hermione received a gift while eating in the auditorium.
The owl that delivered the gift was known to Hermione, and she said in surprise: "Basil."
Harry and Ron looked up, and they saw Basil flapping his wings and descending precisely into the gaps between the various dinner plates.
Ron thought of his old owl, which would jump around every time he came over, and sometimes would even fall headlong into the bowl.
Reaching out to touch Basil's head, Hermione saw that Basil had brought a gift.
After taking it apart, there is a beautiful and beautiful glass ball inside. There is a starry sky in the glass ball.
The card fell out and Ron picked it up. It was from John.
"Happy birthday to you."
Ron didn't know why, he felt a little unhappy, and said sourly: "That's great, he also knows your birthday."
Hermione glared over without hesitation and said, "I told you my birthday when school started, but you didn't even listen."
Well, Harry and Ron were a little embarrassed, and when they thought about it, that seemed to be the case.
Harry stared at the glass ball and said strangely: "This ball is worth a lot of money, how can John have it?"
As far as Harry knew, John came from a Muggle family.
He thought again about the hundred galleons that John lent him. Could a non-wizard family have so many galleons?
Harry felt a little doubtful in his heart, but Ron was more concerned about whether he could borrow Hermione's copy for his future astronomy homework.
After receiving the gift, Hermione went to John in person to thank him. John waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be too polite between us.
"By the way, where is your cat? Why didn't you bring it out?"
John thought the flat-faced cat was quite interesting. At least it was smarter than Tom, and its fur was very fluffy and soft.
Hermione felt a little sad when she mentioned this matter.
Because Crookshanks always went to catch Scabbers, she had to leave Crookshanks in the dormitory.
Hermione told the reason: "It wanted to catch Scabbers, which made Ron very angry, so I had to lock it in the dormitory."
"Well, it's natural for cats to catch mice. No wonder Crookshanks."
John expressed his understanding, and then he saw Tom running over at his feet.
In the entire Hogwarts, except for Filch's Lady Norris, Tom is the freest.
Hermione was really envious of Tom. John thought for a moment and said, "You usually go to the library. If you don't mind, I can feed the cat for you."
He would not admit that he just wanted to touch Crookshanks. That round body looked so good to touch.
Hermione hesitated, unsure whether Crookshanks would like to spend some time in the Slytherin common room.
In the afternoon, Hermione found John again and said sheepishly: "Crookshanks doesn't like leaving the Gryffindor common room."
"Okay then, I have some cat strips here, you can bring them to her."
John was a little regretful that he still couldn't get the ugly Crookshanks, so he took out the cat strips and dried fish he had prepared.
Hermione stared at his small bag, which seemed to contain a lot.
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Chapter 120: Hitting the wall and experimenting
Filch's office.
Filch was eating ice cream with a rare happy smile on his face.
Mrs. Norris meowed and ate the cat strip from Filch's hand.
With ice cream in one hand and cat strips in the other, Filch reached the peak of his life.
And his favorite food turned out to be Mapo tofu-flavored ice cream, which was an eye-opener for John.
If this thing were in China, people would shout to get out of China.
It can only be said that Europeans have weird tastes, and European wizards have even weirder tastes.
John, who came to groom Mrs. Norris every day, noticed an extra purple corner in the drawer, and he reached out curiously and pulled it out.
Filch was eating the ice cream and didn't notice it. When he realized it, John had already seen the letter.
"Quickly chant a spell?"
Staring at the envelope, John saw Filch's face turning blue and purple.
He didn't have any disdain, he was just curious that Filch was in the magic school, and he went out to find a training class.
"Give it to me!" Filch suddenly became angry.
He screamed and yelled and drove John out. Ever since Harry discovered that he was a Squib last year, Filch had given up on himself.
As a Squib, no one craves magic more than Filch.
I can endure the darkness as long as there is no light entering my world.
Filch saw his brothers and sisters using magic, which was a great torment for him.
He was even kicked out of his home and lost that home.
Hogwarts took him in. He wanted to blend in, but he felt inferior because he didn't know magic. He also developed a personality that liked to watch students make mistakes.
John was the only student he didn't dislike so much, because John never showed off his magic in front of him, and more importantly, Mrs. Norris liked John.
Being kicked out of the office, John had no choice but to go elsewhere.
Once again, John saw Tom running outside in a hurry.
"Don't run too far, or you'll be caught by the dementors."
Like an old father, John gave Tom a few words of advice.
He felt that Tom was just looking for Yaya anyway and wouldn't be able to run too far.
Sure enough, distance is the best way to eliminate all feelings. Now Tom just doesn't want the big black dog anymore.
As long as you don't run into dementors while playing outside, it will be fine.
Heading to the library, John smartly handed Mrs. Pince a note signed by the professor and a carton containing two ice creams.
Mrs. Pince glanced at the ice cream without saltiness, then looked at John's handsome face, and said calmly: "Eating is not allowed in the library."
"I know, so this is for you."
John grinned, looking handsome and elegant.
I have to say that John's skin is very ornamental, just like the young Dark Lord, it is also deceptive.
Mrs. Pince made a soft nasal sound, looked around, and quickly took the ice cream.
Magic has been used on it, so it won't melt even if it is left for three days.
After taking out the note and looking at it, Mrs. Pingsi said calmly: "It's expired."
"What?"
John was stunned when he saw Mrs. Pince pointing to the name on it and saying mockingly: "Gilderoy Lockhart's name does not count."
At this moment, John suddenly remembered that the era when he could dominate the world with one hand had passed.
He was kicked out for the second time, even after giving him a gift.
John was so depressed that it seemed he could only come over at night.
When passing by the staff room, he heard Professor Snape's sarcastic voice and Professor Lupine's neither humble nor condescending voice.
"Lupin, it seems Johnny Silverhand's appearance has made your life a little better."
"Thank you for your concern. Mr. Johnny Silverhand is indeed a good... person."
Snape almost felt hurt internally. Was he concerned? I'm obviously mocking you for being a werewolf who can't even find a job!
Lupine thought of the cruel methods of Mr. Johnny Silverhand, and he couldn't say the word "good guy" out of his mouth.
It's just that Snape saw his former enemy living a good life, which was more uncomfortable than killing him, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.
"Lupin, don't think I don't know why you're here."
He walked up quickly and almost kissed Lupin.
He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "As soon as that person escaped from Azkaban, you came to Hogwarts. Don't tell me it was a coincidence!"
Lupine's eyes darkened, and he said firmly: "This is just a coincidence, Severus."
"Don't call me my name!"
Snape said sadly: "I will keep an eye on you. You must have learned a lot from Johnny Silverhand. That cruel guy may have helped you rescue your 'good friend'."
The word "good friend" was full of sarcasm, which made Lu Ping's eyes turn red.
"That's enough, don't say any more, he... I didn't see clearly." Lu Ping's sallow face turned pale.
Snape forced his voice out of his throat: "He has never been a good person, no matter before or now, he has been..."
An unbearable past event came to mind. Snape took a deep breath, and the coldness in his eyes became more obvious.
Lupine knew what he was talking about, and that was indeed something Sirius had done wrong, and it was extremely wrong.
If it weren't for James Potter, Snape might be gone by now.
Feeling wronged, Lu Ping chose to deal with it silently.
When Snape saw that he had won, he clicked his tongue angrily, turned around and walked away like a big bat.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw John, and his proud face suddenly became ugly.
"Mr. Wick, I think you should know that eavesdropping is wrong."
John said sincerely: "Professor Snape, I came to see you for something."
Snape stared at John's face for a while and said coldly: "Change somewhere."
As Snape left with him, John glanced at Lupin.
Lupine gave him a smile, seemingly unaffected by the quarrel.
Arriving at Snape's office, John told him that he wanted to borrow some books from the Restricted Area.
Snape said in a sinister tone, "I don't think third-year students have the ability to dabble in books in the restricted area."
Then John was kicked out.
The third time!
John clenched his fists, feeling that no one wanted to see him today.
Taking a deep breath, John turned and left.
Bah, isn't it a forbidden book area? It's not like I haven't been to night walks before, so I don't care about it!
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