Chapter 136：

From time to time, I look at the thunder-like lines on the back of my hand. Not to mention they are quite pretty.

Unlike the one on Harry's forehead, John's one looks scary but has an inexplicable sense of beauty.

When they reached the covered bridge, Hermione, who had been silent until now, spoke.

She first looked at John blankly, and then asked with hope: "John, where is the password note I gave you?"

John was stunned and thought for a moment. When fighting Sirius, he used a fire spell to dry up the swamp, and the piece of paper turned into ashes.

So he said honestly: "It's gone, it was burned."

Burned?

Hermione didn't expect this answer. She thought it was ridiculous.

After a long silence, she left without saying a word.

John didn't understand what this was doing, touched his chin and guessed: "Did she not let me feed the cat?"

Well, I still have to go find Sirius Black during this period, so I don’t have enough time.

Turning away from the covered bridge, John bumped into Daphne.

The covered bridge could just be seen from this direction, and John wondered why she was here.

Daphne had a winner's smile on her face and was in a good mood. She actually walked up to John and pulled up his sleeves.

"I learned pineapple pizza and Chinese strawberry dumplings."

She looked happy, and John took a breath after hearing the names of these dishes.

Is this what people can imagine?

Didn’t you say last time that you had been studying cooking for two and a half years? I actually liked you quite a bit (smiling face)…

Why do you have to have trouble with the fruit? You are going to be asked to get out of Italy and China.

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Chapter 155 Aftereffects and Valentine’s Day

John still underestimated the cost of his touch taboo. He had grown hairy.

That’s right, long hair.

The golden feathers first grew on his arms, and at first he thought they were attached accidentally.

After patting it but unable to get it off, he reached out and pulled it out again. The feather was pulled off and he grimaced in pain.

He was sure that this was true.

After a day, the feathers on his body proliferated rapidly.

John mixed a potion for himself, but it had no effect after drinking it.

He guessed that this was due to the infusion of huge magic power. The magic power flowed into the body through the wand and deformed.

Thinking that the core of his staff was a thunderbird feather, John felt bad.

"I want to turn into a bird?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but fortunately this change was not without its benefits.

He discovered that he had the power to control the weather on a small scale. Just now, a bolt of lightning struck Malfoy at his feet, making him jump.

John lazily raised his eyelids and said calmly: "There are still two laps left."

Malfoy, who was exhausted, looked at Neville, who had left a figure behind him, and his spirit of unwillingness to admit defeat came out.

He gritted his teeth and dragged his tired legs to catch up, carrying a stone as big as a man's head, as if his spine would be broken at any time.

Heavy footsteps left two lines of marks on the edge of the black lake. John looked at his hands.

The hands are much thinner than before. The slender fingers move slightly, and arcs of electricity shuttle across the fingertips.

"That's a good thing, right?" He muttered.

He himself is not sure whether this is good or bad.

With this ability, John is like receiving free magic blood.

It’s just that the side effects are a bit too great, and John doesn’t want to turn into a Thunderbird himself.

Lifting up his sleeves, he saw the golden bird feathers growing out from under his clothes.

Putting it down with an expressionless face, he also had two treatment methods in his mind.

One is Animagus transformation, using stronger transformation techniques to change the body again.

The other is to wait until the end of this semester and use the magic blood and magic rampage to flush it again.

No matter which one, all he needs is to wait.

After brushing off the Thunderbird blood pulse, you may lose this ability, but John doesn't want to look like a bird.

After all, not everyone has the courage to become a noseless person, right, Voldemort?

To tell a joke, if Voldemort made his nose a Horcrux, I would never be able to find it in my life.

Voldemort touched his nose. Oh, by the way, he has no nose.

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Valentine's Day is here.

This time Lockhart is not here, and finally there is no need to worry about an ugly dwarf dressed as the God of Cupid rushing over to hug her thighs and confess her love.

In the auditorium, some Slytherin people who were familiar with John whistled.

Recalling what happened last school year, the Slytherin wizards felt that they could do this.

Everyone seems to agree that this day is the day when John suffers.

Malfoy stood up excitedly and shouted: "If any of you want to deliver a letter to John, I can deliver it for you."

His words caused a burst of laughter in the auditorium, and the Weasley twins whispered, as if they were discussing a joke that was not serious or serious on this day.

John thought this was just a casual comment, but in the end, a paper crane flew over from nowhere.

Landing impartially in front of John, Malfoy took the lead and blew the whistle.

That look seemed to be saying, look who sent the love letter to Lord Slytherin.

John looked up from side to side, happy to entertain the little snakes on this festival.

Taking apart the paper crane, Juan's beautiful handwriting was written in emerald green ink.

With the familiar handwriting, John recognized at a glance that it was the same person from last year.

That love letter is still in John's drawer, hoping that his father will not find it.

This time I didn’t say that my eyes looked like salamanders and my hair looked like oiled silk.

Before Malfoy was about to come over, John put away the letter with a natural expression.

Seeing this, Malfoy had no choice but to sit back angrily. He looked in Harry's direction and raised his eyebrows, as if in provocation.

"Potter, your little lover last year didn't write you a code?"

Harry received the message and couldn't help but stare back.

What little lover, that’s just a prank!

He was very angry, and his old mother Hermione was there to smooth him down.

Yes, we are reconciled again.

Their feelings are like plasticine. Cut into several pieces and knead them together, and they can become a ball again.

Ron's eyes were as wide as bells, as if this could make the Malfoys fall off their feet.

The day Harry was captured by Snape was a gloomy day.

Snape wantonly slandered his father and even burned the Marauder's Map, but Professor Lupine stepped in to save himself and the map.

When she returned to the common room, Hermione brought Hagrid's letter.

Buckbeak lost the lawsuit.

This means it is going to be beheaded.

One bad thing happened one after another, and Hagrid burst into tears.

Malfoy happened to come back. He was tricked by Harry using the invisibility cloak, and he responded with vicious words.

Ron pulled out his wand and was about to cast a curse, and Malfoy was not to be outdone.

The two men faced off, but Harry persuaded them to let go.

He noticed that Goyle and Crabbe were already gearing up. Slytherin was now known to be aggressive.

If there was a fight, Ron would suffer.

Harry's intuition was very accurate and he saw the eagerness in Malfoy's eyes.

In the end, neither party cast a curse. Hermione was still thinking about something and didn't even realize it until she returned to the lounge.

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On Valentine's Day, John successfully received a piece of chocolate with a love potion added to it.

He received a lot of chocolates, and girls basically liked his chocolates.

Throwing the chocolate away casually, John had level 5 alchemy, and he could tell at a glance that something had been added to it.

A warning to the salivating Gower, he was really afraid that this stupid guy who dared to eat cakes of unknown origin would pick up the chocolate and eat it.

After losing his sense of taste, John lost interest in things like chocolate.

After all, the texture of chocolate is similar to that of wax. Chocolate without flavor is just a piece of black wax.

Not having the habit of eating wax, John put the collected chocolates into a drawer.

If one day your sense of taste recovers, you can try the craftsmanship of the little witch at Hogwarts.

After Tom was punished to stand, he became very honest, just like a dog withering away, which made John hate iron.

"A love brain will never end well, you dog."

It can only be said that the little **** is not experienced in the world and was deceived by the **** dog.

John has three wands in total, one with a red oak thunderbird tail feather core, one with a cherry wood unicorn hair core, and a yew dragon heartstring wand.

The stick that was taken out was a unicorn hair stick. John said angrily: "Look at you, it's hard to find a three-legged golden toad, and four-legged dogs are everywhere. Why do you like an anima?" Gus!”

Being scolded, Tom's head drooped on his paws, his big eyes raised, with a look of grievance on his face.

John sighed helplessly when he saw it like this.

Fortunately, Sirius was met by himself. If it were any other wizard, he would still be injured even if he didn't move the killer.

Ignoring Tom's aggrieved expression, he was grounded and under Basil's care.

Snowy owl Basil was on the cabinet, staring at Tom. As long as he dared to go out, he could legally beat the dog.

In the lounge, some little witches are ready to make a move.

As soon as John walked in, his sleeve was pulled by a hand.

Turning around, I saw Daphne's beautiful face lifted up with a domineering and proud look, as if she was declaring her sovereignty.

After seeing Hermione bite her lip and leave that day, Daphne has remained in this state.

Seeing this, some little witches who were ready to make a move couldn't help but retreat.

Pansy's eyes lit up, seeing that her best friend finally became brave.

She immediately stood up and looked around, as if she was saying who dares to touch my best friend.

Don’t ask, Slytherin is a flower, Daphne Greengrass.

John saw the hesitant little witches, and then looked at Daphne's proud little expression.

He immediately trembled.