Chapter 120 Hitting the Wall and Experiments

Chapter 120 Hitting the Wall and Experiments

Filch's office.

Filch ate the ice cream with a rare happy smile on his face.

Mrs. Norris meowed and ate the strips from Filch's hand.

With ice cream in one hand and cat strips in the other, Filch reached the pinnacle of his life.

What's more, his favorite food turned out to be mapo tofu-flavored ice cream, which opened John's eyes.

If this thing were in China, it would be yelled to get out of China.

It can only be said that Europeans have strange tastes, and European wizards have even stranger tastes.

John, who came to groom Mrs. Norris every day, noticed that there was an extra purple corner in the drawer, and he reached out curiously and pulled it out.

Filch ate his ice cream and didn't notice, but before he realized it, John had already seen the letter.

"Quick spell?"

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

He didn't have any contempt, but he was curious that Filch was in the magic school, and he went out to find a training class.

"Give it to me!" Filch suddenly became angry.

He shrieked and yelled to throw John out. Filch had given up on himself a little bit since Harry found out he was a Squib the previous year.

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

I can live with the darkness, as long as there isn't that ray of light shining into my world.

Filch saw his brothers and sisters use magic, which was a great torment for him.

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

Hogwarts took him in, and he wanted to blend in, but he felt inferior because he didn't know magic, and at the same time, he developed a character that liked to stare at students and make mistakes.

John was the only student he didn't like so much, because John never showed his magic in front of him, and more importantly, Mrs. Norris liked John.

Kicked out of the office, John had to go elsewhere.

Again, John saw Tom running outside.

"Don't run too far, or be caught by a dementor."

Like an old father, John gave Tom some advice.

He felt that Tom was only looking for Fang anyway, and couldn't get very far.

Sure enough, distance is the best way to erase all feelings, and now Tom just doesn't want the big black dog.

It's fine to play outside as long as you don't run into a dementor.

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

Mrs. Pince glanced at the ice cream indifferently, then looked at John's handsome face, and said calmly, "Eating is not allowed in the library."

"I know, so this is for you."

John grinned, looking handsome and elegant.

I have to say that John's skin is very ornamental, just like the young Dark Lord, deceptive.

Mrs. Pince made a soft nasal sound, looked around, and quickly took the ice cream.

Magic has been used on it, and it won't melt even if it's left on for three days.

Taking out the note and looking at it, Mrs. Pince said flatly, "It's expired."

"what?"

John was taken aback for a moment, and saw Mrs. Pince pointing to the name on it, and said mockingly: "Gidero Lockhart's name doesn't count."

At this moment, John suddenly remembered that the era when he could cover the sky with his own hands has passed.

He was kicked out for the second time, even with a gift.

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

When passing by the faculty lounge, he heard Professor Snape's sarcasm and Professor Lupine's neither humble nor overbearing voice.

"Lupine, it seems that the appearance of Johnny Silver Hand has made your life better."

"Thank you for your concern. Your Excellency Johnny Silver Hand is indeed a good... person."

Snape almost held back an internal injury, did he care?It's obviously mocking you, a werewolf who can't even find a job!

Lupine thought of the cruel methods of Lord Johnny the Silver Hand, and he couldn't say the word "good guy".

It's just that Snape saw his former enemy live well, which was worse than killing him, and his face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

"Lupine, don't think I don't know what you're here for."

He walked up it quickly, almost kissing Lupin.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "As soon as that person escaped from Azkaban, you came to Hogwarts. Don't tell me it's a coincidence!"

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

"Don't call me by my name!"

Snape said darkly: "I'll keep an eye on you, you learned a lot from Johnny Silverhand, that cruel guy, maybe he helped you rescue your 'good friend'."

The words "good friend" are full of sarcasm, which made Lupine's eyes red all of a sudden.

"That's enough, don't say any more, he... I didn't see clearly." Lupine's sallow face turned three points pale.

Snape squeezed his voice out of his throat: "Never been a good guy, neither before nor now, he was..."

An unbearable past came to mind, Snape took a deep breath, the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Lupine knew what he was talking about, and it was something that Sirius had done wrong, and it was wrong.

If it wasn't for James Potter, Snape might not be around now.

Under the circumstances, Lupine chose to respond silently.

Seeing that he was victorious, Snape clicked his tongue strangely, turned and walked away like a big bat.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw John, and his complacent face suddenly became 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 the place."

As Snape left together, John glanced at Lupine.

Lupine smiled at him, looking unaffected by the quarrel.

Arriving at Snape's office, John said what he wanted to borrow from the restricted section.

Snape said in a strange tone, "I don't think third graders are capable of dabbling in books in the restricted section."

Then John was kicked out.

The third time!

John clenched his fist, how could he feel that everyone didn't like him today.

Taking a deep breath, John turned and left.

Bah, isn't it the restricted area, and it's not like I haven't traveled at night before, so I don't care!

...

Tom was very obedient, and indeed he did not stay too far away.

It took the dog food and ran all the way to the Whomping Willow.

The short legs exploded with flexibility that didn't fit the body, and they entered the secret passage under the Whomping Willow without even a little bit of dog food.

True to what John always said to Malfoy, my dogs are better than you.

After entering the passage, Tom ran into the Shrieking Shack.

A big black dog was recuperating inside, and Da Heihe had lost some of his hair. When he saw Tom coming over, his face was full of joy.

Tom put down the dog food and tore it apart.

The big black dog went forward to eat, and Tom's tail wagged like a propeller.

After eating, the big black dog talked to Tom.

Tom nodded now and then, as if in response.

...

John hit a wall three times today, so he simply went to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets to study the dementors.

Dementors were used as experimental subjects, and John opened the box.

When the dementor came running from inside, he extended his wand and twisted it like a key.

"Return of the soul."

The ghost spell was activated, and the body of the dementor that came out froze, and immediately under the rag body, it seemed that something was about to come out.

John stepped up, and the dementor let out a high-pitched cry.

The harsh sound made John a little unbearable, and he threw the dementor back with a wave of his wand.

"The body and the soul embrace each other tightly, and if you want to tear out the soul, you have to tear it apart."

John recalled the feeling just now, as if it was a soul glued together with super glue.

His face was indifferent, since that's the case, let's try again.

The dementors are unleashed again, John plugs his ears and casts the Ghost Charm again.

The dementor's body was gradually torn in half by a force, and when it was about to succeed, John's hand shook, the dementor stopped screaming, and the body turned into thick smoke and dissipated.

"died?"

Staring at the disappearing body of the dementor, John rubbed his temples that ached from the noise.

Unexpectedly, one of them was accidentally killed, which made him have to catch another one.

"It's similar to a soul shape, more like it's assembled."

There was no one else around, so John took out the parchment and recorded it, and he had to grab another one.

The boggart's box stopped shaking, as if he knew something terrible was happening outside.

After all, Boggarts are cowards in their own right, only to turn into other things to scare people.

Going out with the box, John repeated his old trick, catching a dementor outside the castle, and then continued the experiment.

After a while, the Ministry of Magic found that there were fewer Dementors.