"Mr. Barrow."
As he approached the Slytherin common room, John lifted the Disillusionment Curse.
However, John was not embarrassed about being caught on a night trip. Instead, he was curious about what Bloody Barrow was doing here.
Staring at the night outside, Bloody Barro had thoughts in his eyes.
"It was you, the Slytherin who snuck out."
Bloody Barro is a very scary ghost, with hollow eyes, a thin face, and silvery blood stains on his robes.
Peeves fears nothing but this ghost, to the point where he trembles when he hears his name.
John could tell that the blood stains on Bloody Barrow represented a past event. Although he was curious, he had no intention of uncovering other people's scars.
It seems that Bloody Barrow knows that someone often sneaks out, but he doesn't know who it is.
John nodded, and Bloody Barrow looked him up and down with a strange look on his face.
After all, anyone who sees a wizard carrying a big sword on his back will feel strange. Bloody Barro said: "What are you doing out there?"
"Practice, I think I need to work harder to be worthy of Slytherin."
There are never too many nice words. John's words made Bloody Barrow shake his head, "You are very hardworking, but I think you are more like..."
Gryffindor.
He didn't finish his words, it was so similar.
When Bloody Barrow was alive, he was during the period of the Four Giants. Because he failed to pursue Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, he killed Helena Ravenclaw. Sad and self-blaming, he chose suicide to end himself.
So he met Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor, who was also obsessed with swordsmanship and fighting. For this purpose, he even asked the goblin to forge a silver sword.
It's just that the silver sword made was too perfect, which made the goblin greedy, so Godric Gryffindor had to fight the goblin.
The result is obvious. Although the goblins have always claimed that Gryffindor stole their swords, no goblin dared to come to Hogwarts to get it back.
Compared to Salazar Slytherin, John is exactly what Godric Gryffindor looked like when he was young.
Merlin's beard.
Who knows if that old hat is broken and will actually send a copy of Gryffindor to Slytherin.
"I'm here to tell you that there are other things at night that are dangerous, so be careful."
Taking back his thoughts, Bloody Barro hadn't said so many words for a long time.
John's mind moved and he thought of Quirrell.
Judging from the Marauder's Map, Quirrell often leaves Hogwarts.
Bloody Barrow is the most special one among the four ghosts. He has the ability to become invisible.
He must have discovered something, so he came to warn.
"I know Mr. Barrow, I will be careful."
Not refusing the ghost's kindness, John couldn't wait to take out the Marauder's Map after returning to the room.
"I solemnly swear that I have no evil intentions!"
A map of Hogwarts appeared on the parchment. Apart from professors like Snape who caught students, John saw Quirrell's name.
Quirrell's name bypassed the patrolling professors and Filch, and left outside Hogwarts Castle.
"Where is he going?"
John was confused. Quirrell left the castle in the middle of the night. Where was he going?
Unfortunately, the location displayed on the map is limited to Hogwarts, and further locations such as the Forbidden Forest cannot be displayed.
"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest?"
After thinking about it, John felt that if he didn't leave Hogwarts, Quirrell would only have one direction, and that would be the Forbidden Forest.
There are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, including werewolves and centaurs, as well as pure unicorns.
"Bloody Barrow said it was dangerous, did you mean Voldemort?"
Thinking of Voldemort, John's sense of crisis intensified.
Although this second-generation Dark Lord does not have the influence that spreads throughout Europe like the first-generation Dark Lord, Voldemort has no lower limit.
For his own benefit, Voldemort has never had any sense of propriety, justice, or shame, and he would not feel the slightest shame even if he cast the Death Curse on a baby.
If Voldemort had the magnanimity of a generation of Dark Lords, John wouldn't be afraid of him at Hogwarts.
"No, we still need to strengthen!"
Putting his big ears on Tom's eyes, John didn't want to place his hopes on illusory prophecies.
Who knows if the prophecy is true or not, and it’s not like Hogwarts has never had people die.
...
October 31st, Charms class.
The sweet smell of roasted pumpkin filled the entire corridor, and the class was listening to Professor Flitwick's key points on the levitation spell in groups of two.
John could clearly see the Adam's apples of Goyle and Crabbe's swallowing, and Malfoy was in the same group with him. It could be said that they were enemies.
This made Malfoy tense all the time, as if he was afraid that John would suddenly pick up the wand and plunge it into his eye.
Professor Flitwick stood on a makeshift booster chair made of books and encouraged the students in a high-pitched voice.
"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!"
"Wave and shake, remember, wave and shake, and recite the spell accurately is also very important. Don't forget Wizard Barufio..."
As the headmaster of Ravenclaw and the professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick is undoubtedly very outstanding.
He wanted to take apart a magic spell, crush it up and feed it to his students bit by bit. He was a very good teacher.
I heard that the young Professor Flitwick once won the duel competition, and he was quite capable.
After Professor Flitwick finished speaking the key points, the students began to practice.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Malfoy's wand almost hit John's face, but the feathers on the table remained indifferent. John was speechless.
He comforted him very patiently and softly: "Malfoy, if you poke my hand again, I will insert the wand into your ear."
The threatening words made Malfoy stiffen, but the self-esteem of the pure-blood noble did not allow him to bow to the mudblood, and said unconvincingly: "You can do it."
"Sorry, I really can."
John shrugged, elegantly took out his wand, and pointed it at the feathers on the table.
With a flick of the wrist, "Wingardium Leviosa"
Under everyone's gaze, the feathers flew up.
Following the guidance of John's wand, the feather flew towards Professor Flitwick, landing accurately and gently in the professor's hand.
"marvelous--!"
Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly and his voice became even shriller, "Look at Mr. Wick's elegant and perfect success. Ten points for Slytherin!"
Hermione, who was confident about Gryffindor's position, had already practiced it.
So for this floating spell, she was completely confident that she could complete it.
But being assigned to Ron, she couldn't stand Ron's brutal swings. Just when she was about to cast the correct spell, John got the better of her.
Looking at the precisely controlled feathers, Hermione felt a little depressed, and she had the perfect person to vent these emotions to.
So Ron unfortunately became extremely moody under Hermione's emotional teachings.
After class, in the crowded corridor.
Ron complained to Harry: "No wonder everyone can't stand her, she's a nightmare."
Hermione heard this, and she felt even more aggrieved. She was obviously helping Ron, but she was disliked.
She was so sad that she didn't wait for John. She wanted to find a place to cry.
Weaving through the crowd, she bumped into Harry.
Harry noticed that she was crying. He had already changed his mind about Hermione and felt that Ron had gone too far.
"I think she heard you."
Ron also saw Hermione's sad expression, and the little boy's pride made him say harshly: "So what, she must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends."
"Ron, you shouldn't say that." Harry said to Ron seriously.
All the good friends spoke, and Ron had no choice but to bow his head and leave in a dull voice, saying in a low voice: "Well, actually she has a friend, and John is the one."
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