I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Judging from the blurry image of the Boggart, the Dementors are also thinking.

John didn't want to watch the two things performing in this abstract way anymore, so he waved his wand and the two guys were taken back to their respective places.

After closing the box and the cabinet again, John sat on the box, stroked his chin, and said thoughtfully: "It's very blurry, which means that the Dementor's mind is not clear."

This feeling is like dementia, or it can be said that there is something wrong with the soul.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that both of them have abilities similar to Legilimency.

The more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. John sighed heavily, "Alas, there is still a long way to go."

To solve the soul problem of Nagini, we need to continue to study it thoroughly.

Coming down from the box, John left the secret room.

In the following time, he would go to the secret room every day to study the two things.

Time passed day by day.

9 month 19 day.

On this day, Hermione received a gift while having dinner in the hall.

The owl that delivered the gift was one Hermione knew. She exclaimed in surprise, "Basil."

Harry and Ron looked up and saw Basil fluttering his wings and descending precisely into the space between the various plates.

Ron thought of the old owl at home, which would make a lot of noise every time it came over and sometimes even dive into the bowl.

Reaching out to touch Basil's head, Hermione saw that Basil had brought a gift.

After opening it, there is an exquisite and beautiful glass ball inside, with a starry sky inside.

The card fell out and Ron picked it up. It was from John.

"Happy birthday to you."

Ron didn't know why, but he felt a little unhappy, and said sourly: "That's great, he even knows your birthday."

Hermione glared at them without hesitation and said, "I told you about my birthday at the beginning of the school year, and you didn't even listen."

Well, Harry and Ron were a little embarrassed when they thought about it, it seemed to be the case.

Harry stared at the glass ball and wondered, "This ball is worth a lot of money. How did John get it?"

As far as Harry knew, John was from a Muggle family.

He thought again of the one hundred Galleons John had lent him. Could a non-wizard family have so many Galleons?

Harry had some doubts in his heart, but Ron was more concerned about whether he could borrow Hermione's astronomy homework to copy in the future.

After receiving the gift, Hermione personally went to John to thank him. John waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for them to be too polite.

"By the way, where's your cat? Why didn't you bring it out?"

John thought the flat-faced cat was quite interesting. At least it was smarter than Tom and its fur was fluffy and soft.

Hermione felt a little sad when she mentioned this matter.

Because Crookshanks always went to catch Scabbers, she had to keep Crookshanks in the dormitory.

Hermione explained the reason: "It wanted to scratch Scabbers, which made Ron very angry, so I had to lock it up in the dormitory."

"I see. It's the nature of a cat to catch mice. It's no wonder Crookshanks is such a jerk."

John expressed his understanding, and then he saw Tom running happily at his feet.

In the whole Hogwarts, Tom is the freest one except Mrs. Norris of Filch.

Hermione really envied Tom. John thought for a moment and said, "You usually have to go to the library. If you don't mind, I can feed the cat for you."

He would not admit that he just wanted to stroke Crookshanks because that chubby body looked nice to touch.

Hermione hesitated. She wasn't sure if Crookshanks would be willing to stay in the Slytherin common room for a while.

In the afternoon, Hermione found John again and said sheepishly, "Crookshanks doesn't like leaving the Gryffindor common room."

"Well, I have some cat strips here, you can bring them to it."

John felt a little regretful that he still couldn't pet the ugly and cute Crookshanks, so he took out the cat strips and dried fish he had prepared.

Hermione stared at his small bag, which seemed a little too full.

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Chapter 120: Encounters and Experiments

Filch's office.

Filch was eating his ice cream with a rare happy smile on his face.

Mrs Norris meowed and ate a catnip from Filch's hand.

With an ice cream in one hand and a cat bar in the other, Filch reached the peak of his life.

And his favorite food was actually Mapo tofu flavored ice cream, which opened John's eyes.

If this thing were in China, people would shout "Get out of China".

All I can say is that Europeans have weird tastes, and European wizards have even weirder tastes.

John, who came to comb Mrs. Norris's hair every day, noticed that there was an extra purple corner in the drawer. He reached out curiously and pulled it out.

Filch was eating his ice cream and didn't notice it. By the time he realized what was happening, John had already seen the letter.

"Quickly chant the spell?"

Staring at the envelope, John saw Filch's face turn blue and purple.

He didn't have any contemptuous feelings, he was just curious about why Filch was in the magic school and went out of his way to find a training class to attend.

"Give it to me!" Filch said suddenly angrily.

He screamed and roared as he drove John out. Ever since Harry discovered that he was a Squib the previous year, Filch had become somewhat self-destructive.

As a Squib, no one craves magic more than Filch.

I can endure darkness as long as there is no light shining into my world.

It was a great torment for Filch to see his brothers and sisters use magic.

He was even kicked out of his home and lost that home.

Hogwarts took him in, and he wanted to fit in, but he felt inferior because he didn't know magic, and he also developed a personality that liked to stare at students making mistakes.

John was the only student whom he did not dislike so much, because John never showed off his magic in front of him, and more importantly, Mrs. Norris liked John.

Being kicked out of the office, John had no choice but to go somewhere else.

Once again, John saw Tom running outside happily.

"Don't run too far, or you'll be caught by the Dementors."

Like an old father, John gave Tom some advice.

He thought that Tom was only going to look for Fang and wouldn't be able to run far.

It turns out that distance is the best way to erase all feelings. Now Tom just doesn't want the big black dog anymore.

It's fine to play outside as long as you don't encounter Dementors.

Going to the library, John casually handed Mrs. Pince a note signed by the professor and a carton containing two ice creams.

Madam Pince glanced at the ice cream indifferently, then looked at John's handsome face and said calmly, "No eating in the library."

"I know, so this is for you."

John grinned, looking handsome and elegant.

I have to say that John's appearance is very attractive, just like the young Dark Lord, it is also deceptive.

Madam Pince snorted slightly, looked around, and quickly took the ice cream.

A magic spell was cast on it, so it won't melt even if left for three days.

Taking out the note and glancing at it, Madam Pince said calmly, "Expired."

"what?"

John was startled, and then he saw Madam Pince pointing at the name above and said sarcastically, "Gilderoy Lockhart's name doesn't count."

Only then did John suddenly remember that the era when he could control everything with one hand was over.

He was kicked out the second time, even though he gave gifts.

John was extremely depressed and it seemed that he could only come over at night.

As he passed the staff room, he heard the sarcastic voice of Professor Snape and the neither humble nor arrogant voice of Professor Lupin.

"Lupin, it seems that the appearance of Johnny Silverhand has made your life better."

"Thank you for your concern. Sir Johnny Silverhand is indeed a good... person."

Snape almost got hurt. Was he really concerned? He was obviously mocking you, a werewolf, for not being able to find a job!

When Lupin thought of the cruel methods of Sir Johnny Silverhand, he couldn't even bring himself to say the word "good guy".

But Snape felt more pain than killing him when he saw his former enemy living a good life, and his face was so gloomy that water could drip from it.

"Lupin, don't think I don't know why you're here."

He walked up quickly, almost kissing Lupin.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "As soon as that man escaped from Azkaban, you came to Hogwarts. Don't tell me this is a coincidence!"

Lupin's eyes darkened, and he said firmly: "It's just a coincidence, Severus."

"Don't call me my name!"

Snape said sinisterly, "I will keep an eye on you. You must have learned a lot from Johnny Silverhand, that cruel guy. Maybe he was the one who helped you rescue your 'good friend'."

The word "good friends" was full of sarcasm, which made Lupin's eyes red.

"That's enough. Stop talking. He... I didn't see it clearly." Lupin's sallow face turned three shades paler.

Snape squeezed out a voice from his throat: "He has never been a good person, either in the past or now. He used to..."

A past event that he couldn't bear to recall came to his mind. Snape took a deep breath, and the coldness in his eyes became more obvious.

Lupin knew what he was talking about. Sirius was indeed wrong in that matter, and it was extremely wrong.

If it weren't for James Potter, Snape might not be here right now.

Feeling guilty, Lupin chose to remain silent.

When Snape saw that he had won, he made a sarcastic sound, turned around and walked away like a big bat.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw John and his smug look suddenly turned ugly.

"Mr. Wick, I think you should know that eavesdropping is wrong."

John said sincerely, "Professor Snape, I came to see you for something."

Snape stared at John's face for a while, then said coldly, "Change place."

As Snape walked away, John glanced at Lupin.

Lupin gave him a smile, seemingly unaffected by the quarrel.

Arriving at Snape's office, John told him that he wanted to borrow books from the restricted section.

Snape said in a sarcastic tone, "I don't think third-year students are capable of reading books in the restricted area."

Then John was kicked out.

The third time!

John clenched his fists. He felt like no one liked him today.

Taking a deep breath, John turned and left.

Bah, it’s just the restricted books area. It’s not like I haven’t visited there at night before. I don’t care!

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