Snape?

Threatening Quirrell?

You're not mistaken.

"Harry, you are responsible for what you say."

John's expression turned serious, which made Harry think John wasn't joking.

"You're framing the Hogwarts professors, the Slytherin headmasters, and you'll be expelled from school without proof."

Of course, dropping out of school and the like, John said it casually.

Harry's school rules at Hogwarts could have been copied all over the common room, and Dumbledore didn't see any punishment for him.

Harry didn't know this, and was a little concerned, but he saw it with his own eyes, nodded vigorously, and said, "I swear, John, I won't lie to you." ”

Not knowing what was wrong with him, Harry felt he should tell John.

It was clear that John respected Snape but was always hated, and he felt that he could not let John continue to be kept in the dark.

Seeing that he swore by him, John sighed: "Okay, I believe you, but I have to go through the investigation, and there is not much time before the exam, so you better review it first." ”

Harry was happy to see John believe in himself.

Feeling that he had done a good deed, he swept away the gloom and headed to the Gryffindor common room.

He hadn't thought about why John was on the eighth floor, though the Slytherin lounge wasn't here.

...

There is a room for requirement.

John carefully dipped his quill pen in ink and wrote a rune on the whelk's buttocks.

With only one last stroke to complete, John even raised his eyebrows as if he was straining, gently brushing the surface of the conch.

An 'F' that looks like a bent arm lands on the butt of the whelch.

"It's just one step away."

With a gimmicked look on his face, John took out his wand and tapped on the table, coughing lightly.

He aimed his wand at Runifon on the butt of the whelk, and the magic ran down the chopstick-like tip into it.

The 'F' lit up, and just when John thought he was going to succeed, the light turned into a puff of black smoke, and the wolch's butt exploded and splattered shards into the cauldron.

A guarded John cast an iron armor spell on himself, and after the spell was dispersed, he was a little depressed.

"Still can't do it, it seems that it's still too difficult to complete the enchantment by level 1 alone."

Just now he refined the butt of the fried tail snail, and it was obviously a failure.

John guessed that there might be something wrong with the ink used to write the rune, and when he picked up the ink, he said with some reluctance, "Do you want to use the blood of magical creatures?" ”

Since ancient times, alchemy has been inseparable from potions, and there are only two places where John wants to 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.

If he happened to run into a truth-refining potion in Snape's office, he might be the one to taste it.

It must not taste good.

Before leaving, John returned to the library the book he had already finished.

Library.

Our jack-of-all-trades lady, Hermione Granger, has entered Spartan mode, and she's got a lot of revision plans out there.

Harry and Ron didn't dare to touch her brow during this time, and Hermione was ready to end John's undefeated record in the final exam week.

She was immersed in her hard work, and Harry and Ron were also miserable, and were pulled over as a companion, and even Neville was not spared.

Seeing John arrive, it was as if the two of them had seen a savior.

"John, here."

Neville yells excitedly, and is chased and beaten by a dangling feather duster.

"You're here to review?"

John was a little surprised, he didn't think it was strange that Hermione would be here, but the other three were like little eunuchs who accompanied the emperor to study.

"Thank you yet, John, what you sent is very useful." Neville finally learned to shut up and stop being chased and beaten.

He was talking about the pet cage John had given him for Christmas, and after putting Rife in it, he never saw it again.

"If you like it." John put the book back and sat down in front of a few people, wondering, "Didn't Nicol Lemay find it?" ”

"It's Hermione, she's got a whole bunch of revisions, oh my god, might as well let me fight the trolls." Ron complained loudly and ushered in a new round of feather dusters.

Harry also nodded busily and said, "We're still decades away from the exams. ”

Hermione frowned and said angrily, "Decades? We have less than ten weeks left! ”

"Look, John, too, started to review."

John, who was named, was a little embarrassed, he really hadn't reviewed yet, and the books he read were all related to alchemy, so it could be said that he couldn't use them for the exam at all.

However, this reminded him of the task of Xueba 2.0, and he had to suppress Hermione, who had the rest of the time.

Seeing her bury herself in the stacks of books, John felt the pressure mount.

"Okay, I'm going to go to Hagrid, you go ahead."

There was quite an attitude of meeting the king of the court, and after John left this sentence, he left without the eyes of the other three asking for help.

Upon arriving at Hagrid's cabin, John felt the heat.

It's already summery, so you don't need to light a fireplace in the house even if you're afraid of the cold, right?

"Hagrid, are you cooking?"

"Merlin's beard."

Pushing the door open and entering, Hagrid was startled.

The big body stood in front of the fireplace, and the face occupied by the shaggy beard squeezed out a smile.

"It's John."

"Who do you think it is?"

With a strange look on John's face, he walked over to his chair and looked at the fireplace.

Hagrid's silent pace blocked his view.

He shrugged his shoulders and said with a look of surprise, "Well, it looks like Hagrid you've got another strange thing." ”

"It's not surprising that Noble is a rare Norwegian spinyback."

Hagrid subconsciously retorted, and saw John's expression that was indeed the case.

The big-mouthed Hagrid couldn't keep a secret, and now that it was known, he resigned himself to turning on the fireplace.

John saw a jug placed above the fire, and below it lay an egg the size of an ostrich egg.

"This is a dragon egg? Are you sure you won't bake it? ”

The dragon egg had been roasted black, and John thought it might have been medium-rare.

"No, put the eggs in the fire because their mother exhales at them."

Hagrid had done a lot of homework, and when it came to understanding magical creatures, Hagrid was definitely at the level of a professor.

John's mind moved when he heard this, isn't he still worried about ink, the powerful fire dragon blood may be a good choice.

A smile appeared on his face, and John's expression made Hagrid feel uneasy.

The bearded man twitched, and said in a low voice, "John, you have to promise me not to tell anyone else." ”

"Oh——?"

Stretching the tail note, John's smiling expression made Hagrid feel worried, John glanced at the dragon egg, and said, "Hagrid, you don't want anyone else to know about this, do you?" ”

"John, we're friends." Hagrid muttered.

John said, "A true friend corrects mistakes, not mistakes along, but ......."

Hagrid's eyes fell on John, and John smiled brightly: "Whoever I am with you, naturally I won't betray you, after all, who doesn't want to have a fire dragon?" ”

"Awesome John, I knew you weren't going to betray me." Hagrid was as happy as a half-ton child.

John pretended to be distressed and sighed, "Actually, I also want a fire dragon, and the twelve uses of dragon blood in the exam give me a lot of headaches, and you know, I don't have much money." ”

"Don't worry, John, when Noble grows up, you can get free dragon blood."

Hagrid has always been generous to his friends.

John smiled, and after asking Hagrid for a basket of fried snails, he left contentedly.

Shortly after he left, Hagrid went out to the library to find more books about the fire dragon, and happened to come across three little ones reviewing them.

The results speak for themselves, and the three little ones found the dragon eggs just like John, but they kept their mouths shut for the sake of their friends.