Chapter 122 Quidditch Training Week and Borrowing Books
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John has always been a person who jumps back and forth between carefulness and carelessness.
It was like Daphne, who had been around her for three days, before John vaguely remembered where he had heard this.
"Didn't Hermione tell me that last time on my birthday?"
He was a little dazed, why did he say it was so familiar, it turned out that it was Hermione who said it.
"Does she think I shouldn't give gifts to Gryffindors?"
After thinking about it carefully, John felt that this might be very big.
After all, as the leader of Slytherin's small team, although because of his own reasons, Slytherin's attitude towards Muggles and half-bloods has changed a lot.
But the attitude towards Gryffindor has never changed. Slytherin and Gryffindor must be one stepping on the other.
This is something that is almost engraved in the bones, even John is somewhat like this.
That being the case...it seems that I did nothing wrong!
There was no sorting house when we became friends. I am a loyal Slytherin, and I am definitely not a snake raper.
I want to report to the organization, I am wronged!
After struggling for a while, John finally felt that he had to apologize to Daphne.
After all, because of this relationship, my Muggle research was missed a class.
After finding Daphne, John said seriously: "Daphne, I know that I have done something wrong during this time, and I apologize to you."
He spoke very seriously, which made Daphne start to become awkward because of her petty temper.
Daphne said with embarrassment, "I'm also at fault, I shouldn't have spoken to you like this."
Thinking of her ambiguity in the past few days, she couldn't help but rubbed her face, feeling that her face was stiff with a sneer.
John nodded with deep understanding of the yin and yang tone, "It's as if Professor Snape is by his side."
After speaking, he found Daphne opened her mouth wide.
John doesn't know why, isn't it just like Professor Snape, such a big reaction?
"In that case, Mr. Wick, get your approval slip from someone else."
Suddenly, John felt a chill behind him, and a gloomy voice came from behind him.
John broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't usually see Professor Snape looking for him, but today was such a coincidence.
He turned his head in embarrassment, and Professor Snape in a black robe was looking at him with a sneer.
Swallowing with difficulty, John said with a smirk, "Hi, professor, I was just saying you are handsome."
This lie was so fake that even Daphne couldn't stand it, the corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, he looked at John coldly, threw down a note and left.
"It's over."
All the goodwill accumulated with great difficulty disappeared all of a sudden.
John had a resentful look on his face, he caught a glimpse of the note out of the corner of his eye, he picked it up, and it was signed by Professor Snape.
"Uh... what do these mean?"
John was lost in thought. You didn't give it to me a few days ago, but now you suddenly sent it to me.
Play hard to get for me, and I'm not a girl, what's the point of you playing this game?
Anyway, I got my note.
I have been busy experimenting with dementors for the past few days, so I haven't gone to the restricted area until now.
Just now when he was free, John turned around and ran away.
Daphne stretched out her hand, and finally stomped angrily on the spot.
10 month.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was as good as ever. In terms of teaching level alone, John thought he was not as good as Lupine.
"I can't see that he is still a teacher. The little wizards in the werewolf community can trouble him in the future."
Staring at Lupin's confident and kind teaching method, entertaining and entertaining, students can not only learn knowledge, but also make them happy.
John admired this very much.
Touching his wand habitually, John has a habit of rubbing something in his hand.
He rubs the ring when he wears it, and touches the wand without the ring.
He felt that the wand would probably be patted after graduation.
In the divination class, John added points like water.
His grades were so good that Professor Trelawney changed his address from boy to darling.
Conservation of Magizoology is also going well, although some things happened in the first class, but fortunately they were all resolved by John.
Malfoy, who had been trained by John, was not so delicate, and he didn't call his father to complain.
Hagrid would find pretty flower fairies that the girls would love.
There were also some less dangerous looking magical animals, which seemed boring to Hagrid, but very pleasing to the students.
Hagrid and John complained about this, but John was speechless and said, "You still want to bring the fire dragon over to the students?"
Hagrid's eyes lighted up at this proposal, and he hesitated immediately: "For fire dragons, one is fine, but if there are too many, I can't take care of it."
John is direct, good guy, you really dare to think about it.
He could guarantee that the dragon that Hagrid brought with him would be kicked out of Hogwarts with his back.
Even adult wizards dare not approach this dangerous creature, and you still want to teach young wizards a lesson.
Dispelling Hagrid's unrealistic ideas, John came to the Quidditch pitch.
During the Quidditch training period, the stadium is full of reservations from the Fourth Academy every day.
Whether it is windy or rainy, there are always figures flying around on broomsticks in the stadium.
The flying brooms in the stadium chased all kinds of balls, and it was not Gryffindor but Hufflepuff that flew in the sky.
Hufflepuff changed captains, and Cedric, who had practiced duels with John last year, became captain.
Although he doesn't have Harry's excellent intuition and talent, his skills are very strong, especially in turning around, which is not in line with his tall body.
Cedric, who was practicing, saw John and greeted him from a distance.
John also nodded and gave him a cheering gesture.
Turning around, he burrowed into the restricted section of the library and searched for all the books in it.
A book called "The Origin and Speculation of Dementors" was lent by him.
This is an extremely unpopular book, so unpopular that Mrs. Pince was taken aback when she read it.
"You shouldn't be interested in dementors, though they're out there."
Mrs. Pince would not say much to the students on weekdays, but she said a few more words to John.
John showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "You always need to learn more, don't you?"
After some persuasion, Mrs. Pince stopped caring. Before leaving, she said to John: "The ice cream you sent last time was very good, especially the red one."
John staggered, and looked suspiciously at Mrs. Pince, who actually liked mapo tofu as much as Filch.
Passing the Quidditch pitch again, John saw the flying yellow figure change to red.
Wood, who was already in his last year, felt as if he had been given blood. Harry searched for the Snitch over and over again.
The twins practiced a sandwich tactic, wrapping people up on the left and right sides and beating them down.
He stopped to watch and was kicked out by Wood.
Even though he knew John wouldn't tell the truth, Wood still didn't like being stared at by the Slytherins.
In response, John shrugged and left the Quidditch pitch.
He had thought about joining the Quidditch team, but he dismissed the idea when he considered how busy he was with his time.
"If only I could control the time."
He sighed with emotion, thinking that it would be great if he had a prop to control time.
But it's impossible to think about it. Time is also a taboo in the magic world. It's as dangerous as the soul. How can it be possessed casually.
Back in the castle, John went to the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets and couldn't wait to open "The Origin and Speculation of Dementors".
"A dementor is a hybrid of soul and matter."
The first sentence that catches the eye made John's eyes light up. He discovered this problem when he was experimenting with dementors. It seems that the author has something.
Immediately he settled down and continued watching.
"It is a kind of man-made, evil, cruel, and pitiful thing. Their intelligence is pitifully small, and they cannot increase their number through reproduction."
John stared at the book intently.
Are dementors man-made?
He suddenly thought of the basilisk, which was also a man-made product.
However, compared to dementors, basilisks are made by humans intervening and then selecting genes from nature.
But dementors are different. It is speculated in the book that dementors were created by humans. They have no gender and no concept of reproduction.
They are like wraiths, growing like fungi from dark, decaying places.
This made John's scalp numb. What kind of person would create such a thing as a dementor.
Bite the bullet and look down, he saw various things.
The creator of the Dementors is an extremely evil being and the first resident of Azkaban.
Alexis.
It was like Daphne, who had been around her for three days, before John vaguely remembered where he had heard this.
"Didn't Hermione tell me that last time on my birthday?"
He was a little dazed, why did he say it was so familiar, it turned out that it was Hermione who said it.
"Does she think I shouldn't give gifts to Gryffindors?"
After thinking about it carefully, John felt that this might be very big.
After all, as the leader of Slytherin's small team, although because of his own reasons, Slytherin's attitude towards Muggles and half-bloods has changed a lot.
But the attitude towards Gryffindor has never changed. Slytherin and Gryffindor must be one stepping on the other.
This is something that is almost engraved in the bones, even John is somewhat like this.
That being the case...it seems that I did nothing wrong!
There was no sorting house when we became friends. I am a loyal Slytherin, and I am definitely not a snake raper.
I want to report to the organization, I am wronged!
After struggling for a while, John finally felt that he had to apologize to Daphne.
After all, because of this relationship, my Muggle research was missed a class.
After finding Daphne, John said seriously: "Daphne, I know that I have done something wrong during this time, and I apologize to you."
He spoke very seriously, which made Daphne start to become awkward because of her petty temper.
Daphne said with embarrassment, "I'm also at fault, I shouldn't have spoken to you like this."
Thinking of her ambiguity in the past few days, she couldn't help but rubbed her face, feeling that her face was stiff with a sneer.
John nodded with deep understanding of the yin and yang tone, "It's as if Professor Snape is by his side."
After speaking, he found Daphne opened her mouth wide.
John doesn't know why, isn't it just like Professor Snape, such a big reaction?
"In that case, Mr. Wick, get your approval slip from someone else."
Suddenly, John felt a chill behind him, and a gloomy voice came from behind him.
John broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't usually see Professor Snape looking for him, but today was such a coincidence.
He turned his head in embarrassment, and Professor Snape in a black robe was looking at him with a sneer.
Swallowing with difficulty, John said with a smirk, "Hi, professor, I was just saying you are handsome."
This lie was so fake that even Daphne couldn't stand it, the corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, he looked at John coldly, threw down a note and left.
"It's over."
All the goodwill accumulated with great difficulty disappeared all of a sudden.
John had a resentful look on his face, he caught a glimpse of the note out of the corner of his eye, he picked it up, and it was signed by Professor Snape.
"Uh... what do these mean?"
John was lost in thought. You didn't give it to me a few days ago, but now you suddenly sent it to me.
Play hard to get for me, and I'm not a girl, what's the point of you playing this game?
Anyway, I got my note.
I have been busy experimenting with dementors for the past few days, so I haven't gone to the restricted area until now.
Just now when he was free, John turned around and ran away.
Daphne stretched out her hand, and finally stomped angrily on the spot.
10 month.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was as good as ever. In terms of teaching level alone, John thought he was not as good as Lupine.
"I can't see that he is still a teacher. The little wizards in the werewolf community can trouble him in the future."
Staring at Lupin's confident and kind teaching method, entertaining and entertaining, students can not only learn knowledge, but also make them happy.
John admired this very much.
Touching his wand habitually, John has a habit of rubbing something in his hand.
He rubs the ring when he wears it, and touches the wand without the ring.
He felt that the wand would probably be patted after graduation.
In the divination class, John added points like water.
His grades were so good that Professor Trelawney changed his address from boy to darling.
Conservation of Magizoology is also going well, although some things happened in the first class, but fortunately they were all resolved by John.
Malfoy, who had been trained by John, was not so delicate, and he didn't call his father to complain.
Hagrid would find pretty flower fairies that the girls would love.
There were also some less dangerous looking magical animals, which seemed boring to Hagrid, but very pleasing to the students.
Hagrid and John complained about this, but John was speechless and said, "You still want to bring the fire dragon over to the students?"
Hagrid's eyes lighted up at this proposal, and he hesitated immediately: "For fire dragons, one is fine, but if there are too many, I can't take care of it."
John is direct, good guy, you really dare to think about it.
He could guarantee that the dragon that Hagrid brought with him would be kicked out of Hogwarts with his back.
Even adult wizards dare not approach this dangerous creature, and you still want to teach young wizards a lesson.
Dispelling Hagrid's unrealistic ideas, John came to the Quidditch pitch.
During the Quidditch training period, the stadium is full of reservations from the Fourth Academy every day.
Whether it is windy or rainy, there are always figures flying around on broomsticks in the stadium.
The flying brooms in the stadium chased all kinds of balls, and it was not Gryffindor but Hufflepuff that flew in the sky.
Hufflepuff changed captains, and Cedric, who had practiced duels with John last year, became captain.
Although he doesn't have Harry's excellent intuition and talent, his skills are very strong, especially in turning around, which is not in line with his tall body.
Cedric, who was practicing, saw John and greeted him from a distance.
John also nodded and gave him a cheering gesture.
Turning around, he burrowed into the restricted section of the library and searched for all the books in it.
A book called "The Origin and Speculation of Dementors" was lent by him.
This is an extremely unpopular book, so unpopular that Mrs. Pince was taken aback when she read it.
"You shouldn't be interested in dementors, though they're out there."
Mrs. Pince would not say much to the students on weekdays, but she said a few more words to John.
John showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "You always need to learn more, don't you?"
After some persuasion, Mrs. Pince stopped caring. Before leaving, she said to John: "The ice cream you sent last time was very good, especially the red one."
John staggered, and looked suspiciously at Mrs. Pince, who actually liked mapo tofu as much as Filch.
Passing the Quidditch pitch again, John saw the flying yellow figure change to red.
Wood, who was already in his last year, felt as if he had been given blood. Harry searched for the Snitch over and over again.
The twins practiced a sandwich tactic, wrapping people up on the left and right sides and beating them down.
He stopped to watch and was kicked out by Wood.
Even though he knew John wouldn't tell the truth, Wood still didn't like being stared at by the Slytherins.
In response, John shrugged and left the Quidditch pitch.
He had thought about joining the Quidditch team, but he dismissed the idea when he considered how busy he was with his time.
"If only I could control the time."
He sighed with emotion, thinking that it would be great if he had a prop to control time.
But it's impossible to think about it. Time is also a taboo in the magic world. It's as dangerous as the soul. How can it be possessed casually.
Back in the castle, John went to the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets and couldn't wait to open "The Origin and Speculation of Dementors".
"A dementor is a hybrid of soul and matter."
The first sentence that catches the eye made John's eyes light up. He discovered this problem when he was experimenting with dementors. It seems that the author has something.
Immediately he settled down and continued watching.
"It is a kind of man-made, evil, cruel, and pitiful thing. Their intelligence is pitifully small, and they cannot increase their number through reproduction."
John stared at the book intently.
Are dementors man-made?
He suddenly thought of the basilisk, which was also a man-made product.
However, compared to dementors, basilisks are made by humans intervening and then selecting genes from nature.
But dementors are different. It is speculated in the book that dementors were created by humans. They have no gender and no concept of reproduction.
They are like wraiths, growing like fungi from dark, decaying places.
This made John's scalp numb. What kind of person would create such a thing as a dementor.
Bite the bullet and look down, he saw various things.
The creator of the Dementors is an extremely evil being and the first resident of Azkaban.
Alexis.
