Snape?
Threaten Quirrell?
I'm afraid you may have made a mistake.
"Harry, you need to take responsibility for what you say."
John's expression became serious, which made Harry think that John was not joking.
"You are now framing the professor of Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin. If there is no evidence, you will be expelled."
Of course, dropping out of school and the like were all casually mentioned by John.
The entire common room could be filled with copies of the school rules Harry had committed at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore didn't see any punishment for him.
Harry didn't know this and felt a little sad, but he saw it with his own eyes and nodded vigorously and said, "I swear, John, I won't lie to you."
Not knowing what was wrong with him, Harry felt that he should tell John.
It was obvious that John respected Snape but was always disliked. He felt that John could not continue to be kept in the dark.
Seeing his vow, John sighed: "Okay, I believe you, but I have to go through an investigation. There is not much time left for the exam, so you'd better review it first."
Harry was happy to see John believing in himself.
Feeling that he had done a good thing, he swept away the previous haze and headed to the Gryffindor common room.
But he didn't think about why John was on the eighth floor. Slytherin's lounge was not here.
...
Room of Requirement.
John carefully dipped his quill in ink and wrote a rune on the butt of the squid.
There was only one last stroke left to complete, and John's eyebrows seemed to be exerting force as they lightly scratched the surface of the blast-ended snail.
An 'F' like a bent arm landed on the squid's butt.
"It's just one step away."
John's face showed joy, he took out his wand, knocked on the table, and coughed lightly.
Aiming the wand at the runes on the butt of the Explosive-Ended Skrewt, the magic power penetrated into it along the chopstick-like tip.
A light lit up on the 'F', and just when John thought he was about to succeed, the light turned into a puff of black smoke, and the butt of the snail exploded, splattering fragments and hitting the crucible.
John, who was on guard, cast an iron armor spell on himself. After the spell was dissipated, he felt a little depressed.
"It still doesn't work. It seems that it is still too difficult to complete the enchantment at level 1 alone."
Just now he was trying to refine the butt of a snail, but it obviously failed.
John guessed that there might be something wrong with the ink used to write the runes. He picked up the ink and said with some reluctance: "Do you want to use the blood of magical creatures?"
Alchemy has been inseparable from potions since ancient times. There are only two places where John can get good materials.
One is the Forbidden Forest, and the other is the office of the dean.
In terms of difficulty, John decided to go to Hagrid to make trouble.
If he happened to happen upon Snape refining Veritaserum in his office, then he might be the one to taste it.
It must not taste good.
Before going, John sent the books he had read back to the library.
library.
Our know-it-all girl Hermione Granger has entered Spartan mode. She lists a long list of review plans, and she looks like she will beat her classmates to death.
Harry and Ron didn't dare touch her brow during this period, and Hermione was preparing to end John's undefeated record in the final exam week.
She was immersed in studying, and Harry and Ron were also miserable. They were dragged over to be her companions, and even Neville was not spared.
Seeing John arrive, Harry and Harry seemed to have seen a savior.
"John, here."
Neville yelled excitedly before being chased and beaten by a suspended feather duster.
"Are you reviewing here?"
John was a little surprised. He wasn't surprised that Hermione was here, but the other three were like little eunuchs studying with the emperor.
"I haven't thanked you yet, John, the stuff you gave me is very useful." Neville finally learned to shut up and stop being chased and beaten.
He was talking about the pet cage that John gave him for Christmas. After putting Leif in it, he never saw it again.
"As long as you like it." John put the book back, sat in front of a few people and wondered: "Didn't Nico Flamel find out?"
"It's Hermione. She has made a lot of review plans. Oh my God, I might as well let me fight a troll." Ron complained loudly, ushering in a new round of feather dusters.
Harry also nodded hurriedly and said, "We still have decades before the exam."
Hermione frowned and said angrily: "Decades? We only have less than ten weeks left!"
"You see, isn't John also starting to review?"
John, who was called on, was a little embarrassed. He really hadn't reviewed yet, and the books he read were all about alchemy. It could be said that they were completely useless for the exam.
But this reminded him of the mission of Academic Master 2.0, and he had to suppress Hermione for the rest of the time.
Seeing her burying herself in the pile of books, John felt the pressure increase greatly.
"Okay, I still need to find Hagrid, you continue."
It was quite an attitude of meeting King Juan. After John left these words, he left regardless of the other three people asking for help.
Arriving at Hagrid's hut, John felt the heat.
There is already a breath of summer. Even if you are afraid of the cold, there is no need to light the fireplace in the house, right?
"Hagrid, are you cooking?"
"Merlin's beard."
Hagrid was startled when he opened the door and walked in.
His big body blocked the front of the fireplace, and his face covered in furry beard forced a smile.
"It turns out to be John."
"Who do you think you are?"
John looked strange. He walked to the chair and looked towards the fireplace.
Hagrid moved quietly to block his view.
He shrugged and said unsurprisingly: "Well, it seems that Hagrid has brought up another strange thing."
"It's not surprising to Norbert, it's a rare Norwegian Ridgeback."
Hagrid subconsciously retorted and saw the expression on John's face.
Big-mouthed Hagrid couldn't keep a secret, so now that he knew it, he resigned himself to getting out of the way of the fireplace.
John saw a kettle placed above the fire, with an egg the size of an ostrich egg placed underneath.
"Is this a dragon egg? Are you sure you won't bake it?"
This dragon egg has been roasted to a black color, and John thinks it may be medium-rare.
"No, put the eggs in the fire because their mother breathes on them."
Hagrid has done a lot of homework. When it comes to understanding magical creatures, Hagrid is definitely at the professor level.
When John heard this, his mind moved. Aren't he still worried about ink? The powerful fire dragon blood might be a good choice.
A smile spread across his face, John's expression unsettling to Hagrid.
The big beard twitched and said in a low voice: "John, you have to promise me not to tell anyone else."
"oh--?"
The long tail tone and John's smiling expression made Hagrid feel uneasy. John glanced at the dragon egg and said, "Hagrid, you don't want others to know about this, right?"
"John, we are friends." Hagrid muttered.
John said: "A true friend will correct mistakes instead of making mistakes together, but..."
Hagrid's eyes fell on John, and John smiled brightly: "I'm with you, so I won't betray you. After all, who doesn't want to own a fire dragon?"
"That's great John, I knew you wouldn't betray me." Hagrid suddenly felt as happy as a child weighing half a ton.
John pretended to be distressed and sighed, "Actually, I also want a fire dragon. The twelve ways to use dragon blood in the exam gave me a headache. As you know, I don't have much money."
"Don't worry John, when Norbert grows up, you can get free dragon blood."
Hagrid has always been generous towards his friends.
John smiled, and after asking Hagrid for a basketful of snail butts, he left with satisfaction.
Not long after he left, Hagrid went out to the library to find more books about fire dragons, and happened to encounter three little ones who were reviewing.
The results are self-evident. The three little ones also discovered the dragon egg like John, but they kept it secret for the sake of their friends.
