"Mr. Barrow."

As he approached the Slytherin break room, John lifted the illusion spell.

However, John was not embarrassed by the night tour, but was curious about what the bloody Barrow was doing here.

Staring out into the night, there were thoughts in the eyes of Barrow the Bloody.

"It's you, the Slytherin who slipped out."

Barrow the Bloody Man was a terrible ghost, with hollow eyes, a thin face, and silver stains of blood on his robes.

Peeves is not afraid of heaven and earth, but is afraid of this ghost, even to the point of trembling when he hears the name.

John could see that the blood stains on Barrow the Bloody Man represented a piece of the past, and although he was curious, he did not mean to reveal the scars of others.

It seems that Barrow the Bloody Man knows that people often sneak out, but he doesn't know who it is.

John nodded, and Barrow the Bloody looked him up and down, his expression a little strange.

After all, anyone who sees a wizard with a big sword on his back will feel strange, and the bloody man Barrow said, "What are you going out for?" ”

"Practice, I think I need to work harder to be worthy of Slytherin."

There are never too many nice words, John's words made the bloody Barrow shake his head, "You're hardworking, but I think you're more like a ......"

Gryffindor.

He didn't finish his sentence, it was too similar.

When Baro the Bloody Man was alive, he killed Helena Ravenclaw due to an unsuccessful attempt to pursue Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter, Helena Ravenclaw, and later he was so sad and blamed himself that he chose to end himself by suicide.

So he met Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor, who was also obsessed with swordsmanship and combat, and had the goblin forge a silver sword for this.

It's just that the silver sword made was too perfect, which made the goblins greedy, and Godric Gryffindor had to fight the goblins.

As a result, it was clear that although the elves had always claimed that Gryffindor had stolen their swords, none of the elves dared to come to Hogwarts to claim it.

Compared to Salazar Slytherin, John is exactly what Godric Gryffindor was like when he was younger.

Merlin's beard.

Who knows if the old hat was broken and would have sent a copy of Gryffindor to Slytherin.

"I'm here to tell you that it's dangerous to have something else at night, so be careful."

Retracting his thoughts, it had been a long time since Barrow the Bloody Man had said so much.

John's mind moved, and he remembered Quirrell.

Judging by the Spot map, Quirrell often leaves Hogwarts.

Bloody Barrow is the most special of the ghosts of the Four Courtyards, and he has the ability to become invisible.

It should have been discovered that something was discovered, so it was warned.

"I know Mr. Barrow, I'll be careful."

Unwilling to accept the ghost's kindness, John returned to his room and couldn't wait to pull out the map of the living spots.

"I solemnly swear that I have no ill intentions!"

A map of Hogwarts appeared on the parchment, and John saw Quirrell's name in addition to professors like Snape who were catching students.

Quirrell's name bypassed the patrolling Professor and Filch and headed out of 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 map shows locations within Hogwarts, not further away such as the Forbidden Forest.

"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest?"

After thinking about it, John felt that if he didn't leave Hogwarts, then Quirrell would have only one direction, and that was the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest is home to many magical creatures, including werewolves and centaurs, as well as pure unicorns.

"Bloody Barrow said it's dangerous, do you mean Voldemort?"

Thinking of Voldemort, John's sense of crisis strengthened.

Although this second-generation Dark Lord does not have the same influence as the first-generation Dark Lord to spread throughout Europe, Voldemort has no lower limit.

For his own benefit, Voldemort never said that he was honest and honest, and he would not feel the slightest shame even when he cast a life-requisitioning spell on a baby.

But as long as Voldemort had the bearing of a generation of Dark Lords, John would not be even more afraid at Hogwarts.

"No, it's better to be stronger!"

With his big ears over Tom's eyes, John didn't want to pin his hopes on an ethereal prophecy.

The devil knows if the prophecy is true or false, and besides, Hogwarts has not had no deaths.

...

October 31st, Charms class.

The sweet smell of roasted pumpkins filled the hallway, and classes were working in pairs listening to Professor Flitwick's points on the levitation charm.

John could clearly see the Adam's apple swallowed by Goyle and Crabbe, and with him was Malfoy, so to speak, the road was narrow.

This made Malfoy tense all the time, as if he was afraid that John would suddenly pick up his wand and stick it in his eye.

Professor Flitwick stood in a makeshift booster chair stacked with books, his shrill voice raising his students.

"Well, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training for!"

"Shake and shake, remember, shake and shake, it is also very important to recite the spell correctly, and don't forget the wizard of Barufeo......"

As the head of Ravenclaw and the professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick is undoubtedly excellent.

He couldn't wait to take apart a spell and crumple it and feed it to the students little by little, and he was a very good teacher.

I heard that the young Professor Flitwick also won the championship of the dueling tournament, and he is a proper powerhouse.

After Professor Flitwick had finished the main points, the students began to practice.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

The Malfoy wand was about to poke John's face, the feathers on the table were still indifferent, and John was speechless.

He patiently whispered, "Malfoy, if you poke my hand again, I'll stick my wand in your ear." ”

The threatening words made Malfoy's body stiffen, but the self-esteem of the pure-blood nobleman did not allow him to bow to the mudbloods, and said in disbelief, "You can do it." ”

"I'm sorry, I really can."

John shrugged and gracefully took out his wand, facing the feathers on the table.

With a flick of the wrist, "Wingardium Leviosa"

Under everyone's gaze, the feather flew.

Following John's wand guidance, the feather flew towards Professor Flitwick, landing precisely and gently into the Professor's hand.

"Fantastic——!

Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly, his voice sharpened, "Look at Mr. Wick's graceful and perfect success, Slytherin plus 10 points!" ”

The direction of Gryffindor's position had already been practiced by Hermione, who was already confident.

So for this levitation spell, she was completely sure to complete it.

It's just that she couldn't stand Ron's savage wielding when she was separated from Ron, and was about to cast the right spell when John took the lead.

Hermione was in a low mood looking at the precisely controlled feathers, and she had the perfect person to vent these emotions.

So it was very unfortunate that Ron was in a bad mood under Hermione's emotional teaching.

After class, in a crowded hallway.

Ron complained to Harry, "No wonder everyone can't stand her, she's a nightmare." ”

Hermione heard this, and she was even more aggrieved, she was obviously helping Ron, but she was disliked.

Sad, she didn't wait for John, she wanted to find a place to cry.

Shuttling through the crowd, she bumped into Harry.

Harry noticed that she was in tears, and he thought that Ron had gone too far, and that he had changed his opinion of Hermione.

"I think she heard you."

Ron also saw Hermione's sad expression, and the little boy's self-esteem made him stiff-mouthed, "So what, she must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends." ”

"Ron, you shouldn't have said that." Harry said to Ron earnestly.

The best friends all spoke, and Ron had to bow his head and leave in a dull voice, "Well, in fact, she has friends, and John is." ”

...