In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter
Chapter 73: Breathing

"Remember what you have to do! I know that Professor Sinistra has taught you the cleaning spell this week, and this is your chance to practice the spell. Make sure to clean up this gallery by noon today, or I will inform Mr Dolohov exactly who is slacking off!"

The Head boy barked orders at Jon and several of the second-year students. Being the Heads of the mudblood students, the two Heads certainly received preferential treatment.

Not only they can command and supervise other students to work, but they also don't have to participate in this kind of collective labour and can act as an overseer on behalf of that castle caretaker.

After assigning the tasks to them, he turned around and left, as a Head of the mudbloods, it was not just the second-year students under his supervision, he also had to go and inform the other mudbloods of Dolohov's arrangement.

After the Heads left, Jon and the rest of the group didn't dawdle, everyone knew exactly what the consequences would be if their task area wasn't done with when the time came.

Even though they have learned the cleaning spell for a week, casting spells with hand gestures is a kind of difficult skill to master, so far only two people Jon and Hermione can barely use the spell out effectively.

So for the cleaning work this time, the two have consciously assumed the main labour force, and with the help of magic, they undoubtedly saved a lot of effort.

September weather is still very hot, with the passage of time the sun gradually rose, and a lot of sweat surfaced on everyone's face.

"Purifico."

After using hand gestures to cast a spell to clean one more seat in the gallery, Jon straightened his sore back.

He used the sleeve of his robe to dry the sweat on his face and then turned his head to Hermione and the rest of them as if nothing had happened.

"I'm going to request a toilet break."

Even if the management is more strict, Hogwarts Castle won't be able to restrain the basic physical function of the mudblood students, so they just control the time they go to the toilet, each person only has five minutes.

The lavatory on this side of the Quidditch Pitch is directly below the gallery, and it takes about a minute and a half just to run over there, which means it would take more than half the time to go back and forth, leaving only two minutes to spend in a hurry no matter what sort of emergency it is.

The Head boy who was guarding the entrance to the Quidditch pitch imitated Dolohov and stared fiercely at Jon.

"You know what the consequences are if you don't return on the specified time, right? The timer starts now!"

Jon didn't stay much longer, he ran down the bleachers quickly and rushed in the direction of the lavatory, looking at his hurried back, the faces of the mudblood Head of both genders couldn't help but show a sneer.

It took more than a minute to run to the lavatory, which is now empty, a time that Jon calculated.

The rapid running made his breathing become a little laboured, and without stopping, he walked straight into a cubicle.

His hands speedily unbuttoned his grey robe, and on the inside of the robe, there is a cloth pocket sewn on it, from which Jon took out the chain with the ring and put it on his neck!

The familiar cold sensation clung to the sweaty skin in front of his body, and then he lightly recited the incantation that he hadn't used for two months.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Not the levitation charm that removes gravity, but the regular kind used on the body, and the moment the spell was used, a feeling of lightness filled his whole body for the first time in a long while.

Two minutes.

Jon counted the time in his heart, and then his two thin arms grabbed the edge of a small window above the lavatory cubicle and climbed up with unparalleled ease.

The front exit of the pitch is facing the large lawn between Black Lake and Hogwarts Castle, if you run out directly from this direction, it is likely to be found by the half-blood or pureblood students who play at Black Lake on weekends, while the lavatory window is directly facing the boundary wall that encloses a large part of the Hogwarts school, unless one purposely comes here, usually, there won't be any people passing by.

After jumping down from the two-meter-high window, Jon ran straight along the shadow of the wall towards the direction of Hogwarts' gate and the forbidden forest.

His speed was surprisingly fast, and in less than half a minute he had already run to the edge of the perimeter wall that separated the Hogsmeade wizard village from the school.

On the bush, there was a small sack with the same colour as the dirt half-buried quietly on the ground, and Jon didn't hesitate to reach out and pick up the sack and stuff it into the inner pocket of his robe that he used to hide the ring, and then quickly returned the way he came.

He neatly re-entered the lavatory, removed the ring from his neck and put it back in place. After briefly adjusting his breathing rate, Jon slowed down his movements and ran towards the bleachers at the same pace as he had come to the lavatory.

When he returned to the pitch, the Heads guarding the front of the entrance glared at him and let him in.

Only four and a half minutes had passed, so even if the Heads would like to make things difficult on purpose, they couldn't find any excuse.

This is the first time he went through the process of getting the potion materials, the beginning of the process is most prone to errors, there were no accidents this time, and when he became familiar with the process later, it would become much easier.

And just when he was ready to continue his previous work, Jon suddenly felt an eye looking at him from his side.

He turned his head and met Hermione's gaze blankly.

"Randy ... do you want to take a little break?"

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Jon realized at this time that because of the relaxation he had just experienced, his breathing, which had been rapid after his previous pretence of intense movement, had unconsciously slowed down a bit.

It should not have been a big deal when you are around 12-year-old kids, but Hermione was obviously much more perceptive and attentive than normal.

Without wanting to draw attention any further, his breathing became sightly rapid again, and he said with an unchanged expression.

"I'm fine, let's speed up the progress, if, by noon this place is not cleaned up completely, we will be punished."

Hermione also only asked due to normal concern, so she didn't say anything more, and returned her attention to the dust-filled seats.

After this hiccup, the second-year students did not stop for a moment and eventually finished their assigned tasks before lunch started.

The weekend lunch was a bit better than the previous days, at least everyone got a piece of salted meat, but the whole morning's labour made the students don't have much mood to enjoy such "food", after hastily finishing their lunch, they went back to their dormitory, and began the one of the rare rest time this afternoon.

Jon also returned to the dormitory, but he did not do anything during the whole day, he was very patient, and waited until dark to have a safer environment for him to open the bag.

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