In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter
Chapter 87: Night tour encounter

"Three Stripes!"

In the common room on the Hogwarts wagon, Lavender waved her wand and the mahjong in front of her flew to the middle of the table.

Justin absent-mindedly drew a tile while throwing away an East Wind tile.

"It's past Halloween, why Jon hasn't returned yet?"

"Professor Dumbledore said that Jon's return is uncertain, it could take a year or only a few days, if we go by a long time, he won't be back for at least another half a year."

Neville threw out a cylinder tile and gave an analysis to Justin and the other three at the same time. Read Web Novels Online Free - NovelFire Novel Fire - novelfire.net

Ron has a glum look on his face.

"What kind of task do you guys think Professor Dumbledore actually needs Jon to do? He's only 12, even if he did usually learn magic a little faster than us ... Could it be that he was asked to help research some magic?"

Lavender shot him a blank look.

"What do you think all the professors in the school are for? Even if Jon is smart, there's no way he can possibly research a magic spell that the professor couldn't even have come up with, no?"

Justin's originally breathless expression finally perked up a bit after Lavender threw out the tile he needed, and with a sweep of his wand, he pushed all the tiles in front of him.

"Hu!"

The mahjong game ended, but the four people who had moved up to the second year, including Justin who had won, did not have much of a mood swing.

The original group of five is now inexplicably short of one, and Neville and the rest of them haven't gotten used to Jon's absence since the start of the school year.

The chandeliers in the common room were swaying gently as the wagon moved forward, and Ron looked at the new pet toad that Neville had brought with him this semester and blurted out.

"Maybe Jon's playing with a toad right now?"

Lavender threw out an empty paper cup and smashed it on his head.

"You think Jon would be as bored as you are!"

...

Of course, Jon wasn't playing with a toad, he was merely torturing a frog.

"Coniunctivitis Maledictio."

A red light hit the frog that Jon had caught from the black lake, and the moment the spell hit, the frog's eyes turned dull grey, then it looked like it had completely lost its eyesight and was jumping everywhere in a panic.

Jon studied the frog's behaviour, he has basically able to use the Conjunctivitis Curse proficiently, but the gap between the frog and the basilisk is too great, so the spell that has an effect on the frog is not certain to affect the basilisk.

The practice of the conjunctivitis curse can not stop, but Jon can shift part of his energy to other spells.

Although he does not need to make potions in the Room of Requirement, he still can use this room as a place to practice magic spells. After all, it is too convenient, as the name suggests, it is truly worthy of being called the Room of Requirement.

Jon's daily practice time is actually not that long, since Halloween, he has planned his schedule, after the curfew was imposed at nine o'clock, lie in bed to rest, woke up at twelve o'clock on time, cloak the invisibility cloak and sneak to the Room of Requirement to practice the spell, practice until 2:30 a.m., then return to bed, and then in accordance with the mudbloods specified work schedule, get up at six o'clock to start a new day.

This way he can still rest for about seven hours a day, except that waking up once in the middle is certainly not as relaxing as sleeping for seven hours straight, but it's not as if he will be in a state of exhaustion for the whole day afterwards.

By the end of tonight's spell practice time, Jon put away his wand, wrapped in a cloak of invisibility and walked out of the Room of Requirement.

The castle is still quiet, the cold wind swept through the corridor, which made him tighten his robe.

In Hogwarts under Voldemort's command, almost no student would have such a daring idea as a night out, and Dolohov's attitude towards the half-blood students is unusually harsh; the vast majority of the young wizards in this school do not dare to stumble upon him.

Jon walked down the seventh floor smoothly as usual, and just as he reached the bottom corner of the fourth-floor stairs, a sharp footstep suddenly approached from afar.

The sound was so clear in the night that Jon's heart subconsciously sank to the bottom at first, thinking he had been discovered! And he quickly held the phoenix feather.

But soon his heart relaxed because along with the footsteps came the sound of two rushed conversations in a hushed tone.

"....Why didn't you find out until now! Think about how you're going to explain this to Mr Crouch later!"

The voice sounded familiar to Jon, the person speaking was none other than Castle Caretaker Dolohov, but his tone was now unusually urgent, an emotion that had never been shown in front of the mudblood students.

"I, I rarely go to the deep part, who would have thought those books would turn out like that? I can't be blamed for this, I can't enter a level one restricted area without permission, it was only two days ago when I arrived to recondition the bookshelves that I realized something was wrong!"

A clearly somewhat timid voice stammered out an explanation.

"It's pointless for you to tell me this, just wait til you go and explain to Mr Crouch!"

Jon had no interest in what they were talking about, and after hearing Dolohov's voice, he immediately wanted to turn around and walk back, avoiding the castle caretaker for the time being.

But just as he was about to step back to the stairs in front of him, there was a clear sound of footsteps heard above his head.

Someone was coming down the stairs!

Jon immediately stopped all his movements, he is now blocked in this section of the stairs, whether up or down will cause some movement, and the best way to hide is to stay where he is!

And it was at that moment that he saw the male wizard with greasy hair and a pale face coming down the stairs. Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

"So, what is the matter that you must go and report to Crouch?"

Snape stopped at the corner of the stairs, just less than two meters from where Jon was crouching, and he looked at Dolohov and the cowering male wizard who had just walked up the stairs, and asked with an indifferent expression.

After Dolohov and the male wizard saw Snape, both of their bodies stiffened, they did not seem to be too friendly with the Deputy Headmaster, judging by their ugly expressions, their attitude could even be described as repulsive.

But the two still maintained a basic level of respect.

"Mr Snape, it's just Quirrell discovered some sort of mishap in the library, and this matter is not worth disturbing your rest."

Dolohov's words sounded stiff, his words were spoken with respect, but one could not feel any semblance of heartfelt respect.

"My question is, what is it that you must go to report to Barty Jr." Snape raised his voice, looking at Dolohov and the other with a cold face, "Do you need me to repeat the question a third time!"

Dolohov lowered his head, he seemed obedient, but in fact, his eyes were filled with indignation, and the one who spoke up to answer, was naturally the librarian named "Quirinus Quirrell".

"The books in the deepest part of the restricted section have all lost their magic power, sir."

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