Chapter 318：

As long as it's within his ability, it's okay for John to do a favor.

Hermione also knew this. After thinking of Harry, she said, "It's not me, it's Harry."

"Harry?" John asked.

"Harry would like to use the fire in the Slytherin common room, I think..." Hermione also wanted to use it.

John said apologetically, "If it's a fire, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned.

John continued, "There's something wrong with the Slytherin fire."

Is there something wrong with the Slytherin fire?

That's not a lie, John also knew it not long ago.

The fire has been modified, but there is an additional monitor.

Very hidden.

John immediately knew who was responsible. It was most likely Pansy's little boyfriend.

The child communicates with the outside through the fire.

Plus lending it to Harry, John didn't think it was necessary.

Hermione also felt that it was a coincidence that something went wrong, so she had to find another way.

"Well," Hermione didn't think John would lie to her, but talked about employment guidance, "John, what did you choose?"

John leaned on the handrail of the covered bridge, the wind blowing through his hair on his face, and said casually, "What do you choose?"

"I'm still hesitating," Hermione said after thinking about it as she didn't need to be so guarded when she was with John, "I want to enter the Ministry of Magic."

"That's also very good, maybe you can become the Minister of Magic." John said teasingly.

Hermione felt that he was making fun of her, but she also felt that his words had the power to make people believe.

"Never say you can't do it, Hermione Granger." John looked into the distance.

When Hermione heard this, she looked at John again.

The wind blew the black hair, revealing the young man's thin cheeks, his eyebrows looking into the distance, and his thin lips with a faint blood color that could be blown away by a gust of wind.

At that moment, John seemed distant and misty.

"It's time for me to go, Hermione," John looked down at the dazed Hermione and chuckled, "I wish you a good score in the O.W.L. exam."

When Hermione came back to her senses, she realized that she had been watching for a while. She was a little embarrassed, but when she mentioned the results, she said with full fighting spirit, "I will surpass you this time."

"Haha, come on, Hermione."

John walked towards the castle and waved with his back to Hermione.

Hermione looked at the back and asked mysteriously: "John, we will always be good friends, right?"

John paused, tilted his head to reveal his handsome face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Probably."

Hermione stood there and watched John leave.

Malfoy saw John, holding the book and complained: "This thing is really not something that ordinary people can read."

"If you don't want to be asked by Snape to make up lessons." John glanced at him and said indifferently: "You can think about Harry."

Malfoy heard that Harry was asked to go to private tutoring because of his poor performance in Potions. Even if Snape was his headmaster, he had no interest in doing so.

"Okay, I think I can still work harder. You have to help me tutor me in transfiguration." Malfoy is a bit biased.

John walked and said in a casual tone: "Draco, what will happen to you if I die?"

Turning around, he saw Malfoy's frightened expression standing there.

Malfoy struggled to put on a playful smile, swallowed and said, "You're kidding, right?"

John was silent for a while, then chuckled: "Of course, do you think I will die?"

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed him, complaining: "Even if you don't want to help me tutor, you don't have to curse yourself like this, right?"

"If you can't work harder on your transformation, I'm afraid I'll be really **** off." John responded to him easily.

Neither of them continued the conversation.

…

John was called in for a talk. It was about employment guidance.

Entering Snape's office, John discovered that the pensieve had moved.

"Sit down, Mr. Wick." Snape had just finished talking to Goyle. Judging from his expression, it was estimated that Goyle's plan was not very good.

When seeing John, Snape showed a high degree of concentration.

He adjusted his posture so that he could observe John better.

"Wick, I would like to know some of your thoughts on employment, so that I can help you decide which... subjects you should continue to study in the sixth and seventh years." Snape used the usual protracted tone as he looked at John.

"Compared to Mr. Goyle, I think you don't have the kind of brain like a hairy troll." Snape seemed to be telling a joke, which was not funny.

Snape continued to stare at John with that scrutinizing gaze and said sinisterly, "Go on, Wick."

"Maybe I'll be a different person," John shrugged, "to be in a position somewhere that's not right for me."

"So," Snape's eyes were sharp, "What do you want to accomplish by yourself?"

"Let's take a closer look, Wick."

Snape put down his crossed legs, intertwined his fingers on the table and faced John, "Who do you want to be, Wick?"

"This doesn't sound like career guidance," John met the scrutinizing eyes and said calmly, "What word do you want to hear from me, professor?"

The office was very quiet. The eyes of the two people met, causing a silent collision.

John broke the silence with a short, rapid laugh. He looked at Snape, shook his head and laughed.

"What's so funny, Wick?" Snape frowned dissatisfied.

John moved his gaze upwards, landing on the ceiling illuminated by light, and said with a smile, "I remembered my dream."

"dream?"

"Be the next... Dumbledore." John's smile was not clear whether he was laughing at himself or at Snape.

"It's a pity that this dream didn't last long," his eyes moved to Snape's stunned expression before he had time to change, and he chuckled, "Now I don't want to be anyone, John Wick is just John Wick."

"It won't be the next Albus Dumbledore, and it won't be the next...Tom Riddle."

He leaned back in his chair and said in a comfortable and relaxed state: "Professor, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Snape was silent for a while and said in vague words, "Wick, you can go out."

John stood up, walked to the door, stopped, and said without looking back, "What are you living for in this life, Professor?"

Snape looked up, but John didn't turn around.

"Forget it if you don't say it."

Shrugging, John walked out.

Walking to the corridor, John shook his body and held on to the wall.

Fine sweat covered his forehead, and John's face turned pale.

He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath to recover.

He took out the silver bottle and took a sip of the medicine inside, and the color gradually returned to his face.

"It's really a big investment."

With a cold look on his face, he put the delicate silver bottle into his pocket and staggered towards the auditorium.

By the time he arrived at the auditorium, he had returned to normal.

He accidentally bumped into someone. He looked down and saw that it was Pansy's ex-boyfriend.

A third-year student in Slytherin, he was picking up the fallen silver bottle for John with a look of panic on his face.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to." Putting the bottle in John's hand, Pansy's ex-boyfriend asked curiously, "Senior Wick, what's in this?"

"It has nothing to do with you," John said with a cold face, "You should think about how to please your upper thigh. Maybe your trick of coaxing little girls will work."

Pansy's ex-boyfriend looked a little unhappy. After John walked by, a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

Not long after John entered the auditorium, he heard movement in the foyer.

"Okay, you think it's fun to turn the school into a swamp?" Umbridge's high-pitched voice sounded with pride.

To cover Harry's use of Umbridge's fireplace, the Weasley twins caused chaos in the foyer, surrounded by students who witnessed the incident.

The twins seemed to have made plans for this matter.

They were surrounded in the middle, looking like they were cornered.

"It's really fun, yes." Fred looked at Umbridge without fear.

"Very well," Umbridge smiled angrily, "You two will learn what kind of punishment you will receive for misbehaving in my school."

Her school?

It seems that she thinks that the Ministry of Magic will hand over the management of the school to her.

"You know," said Fred, "I don't think we'll learn the lesson."

He looked at George, "George, I think we are no longer suitable for full-time education."

"Fred, I feel the same way." George showed the twins' trademark uninhibited smile.

Fred said: "We should use our talents in the real world, what do you think?"

George sighed in agreement, "Absolutely correct."

Before Umbridge could speak, the two of them used the Flying Charm to summon their broomsticks.

Two brooms with iron chains fell into their hands, and the two of them sat on them.

Fred: "We won't see you again."

George: "Don't bother contacting us."

Fred looked at the students watching and shared his signature smile with George again.

The two people flew up, and the magpie-like laughter that brought joy echoed in the hall.

Twins always have wonderful ideas.

"If you want to buy a portable swamp like the one demonstrated above," Fred shouted loudly.

George then shouted, "Please come to No. 93 Diagon Alley, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"

"Stop them!" Umbridge shouted angrily.

"Peeves, teach her a lesson for us!"

The two cheered in unison, and Peeves emerged from the ceiling, took off his bell-shaped hat for the second time, and saluted the two Hogwarts mischief-makers.

The broomstick carries the joy of Hogwarts, and the two magpies chirp, not forgetting to leave laughter in Hogwarts at the end.

The unfettered look is the true Gryffindor.

The crowd burst into cheers like a rainstorm.

John had a smile on his face, looked at the swamp, and murmured in a low voice: "There are still such good things that haven't been brought out. Let Tang Mi invest more in them and bring out the ideas in that weird mind. "

He felt that the most indispensable thing in the wizarding world was weird people like the Weasley twins.

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Chapter 347 Hagrid’s Secret and Grawp

As exam week approaches, Hogwarts becomes very busy.

You can often see many people occupying seats in the library.

Before leaving, the Weasley twins left a legend to Hogwarts: It is human nature to yearn for freedom.