Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Jack sneaked away and made his way back to the dormitory.

After changing into pajamas and lying on the bed, it was already past one o'clock and almost two o'clock.

According to his biological clock, he should wake up and get up after a while.

Therefore, he didn't have much sleepiness.

Just lie there and look out the window.

The sky is still dark and cloudy, and only a few rays of moonlight can be seen occasionally.

It's a bit similar to his mood.

It is said that when people are in the arena, they cannot help themselves.

I didn’t expect it to be similar in school.

By attending Hogwarts, you can learn magic and be exposed to a lot of mystical knowledge, which Jack is happy to see.

With those, he can better realize his dream of canning starfish.

Unfortunately, as a blessing and a curse, he did go to Hogwarts, but unfortunately he was in the same grade as Harry.

Jack wanted mysterious magical knowledge, but he didn't want to have any contact with the Dark Lord.

It's obviously a story about Harry's hero fighting the devil, so what does it have to do with him?

But unfortunately, people here will be affected by various influences, and quietly they will have an intersection with Voldemort.

Like tonight.

The matter has come to this, and it will not help to worry and worry too much.

It's better to think about what happens after tomorrow.

According to his prediction, after Quirrell was teased like this, he should divert his attention and not pay too much attention to him, a little Hufflepuff badger.

This was also the original intention of him being willing to take the risk to brush Quirrell alone.

Can it be as he wishes?

Jack himself didn't know.

After all, the same rice can feed all kinds of people, who knows what Quirrell will think.

Maybe because he couldn't find the attacker, he could focus on him.

It depends on the situation. We will know after daybreak.

However, you must be prepared first.

If Quirrell really insists on causing trouble for him, he is not afraid.

To be honest, he was not afraid of Voldemort or Dumbledore.

It is not a question of good guys or bad guys, nor is it a question of strength.

He was just afraid that his secret as a time traveler would be revealed.

Other than that, there's nothing to fear.

If Quirrell is asking for trouble, he should know why the flowers are so red.

Thinking like this, Jack's mind gradually slowed down and returned to peace.

He actually fell asleep like this.

It wasn't until his biological clock woke him up that he struggled to get up from the bed and did what he had to do as usual.

There is no doubt that I will change my clothes first, then go for a run by the black lake, and then study magic.

After Voldemort's guidance, Jack's understanding of magic has been further improved.

I was thinking about the essence of magic before, but I didn't expect that I would learn about magic induction and magic fluctuation from Voldemort.

In fact, these are objective things. Even if Voldemort doesn't remind him, Jack will know it sooner or later.

After all, both he and John have already begun to study the root cause of the incompatibility between magic and electronic devices.

Whatever the reason for the wizard's close contact, the electronic equipment malfunctioned.

It all means that they themselves radiate something, or carry something.

According to the research progress, Jack and the others will discover magic power fluctuations sooner or later, and then learn to sense magic power.

It's just a little bit ahead of schedule now.

Now that the exploration of the nature of magic has gone one step further, there should be specific ideas for advanced electronic equipment that is no longer affected by magic.

"It shouldn't be long before we can systematically study magic and magic." Jack sighed.

"At that time, all kinds of results will really be a blowout."

Never underestimate people's wisdom.

As long as they are used properly, the power unleashed by Muggles is stronger than that of a small group of wizards.

for example.

As a Potions Master, is Snape awesome?Strong or not?

Naturally, he is awesome and strong.

But how many high-level potions can he make in a day?

Not to mention high-level potions, how many intermediate-level potions and elementary potions can be made?

Apart from making medicine, how much energy can he devote to researching potions?

Even if he is super free and can study every day, he is only one person.

For today's Muggles, what kind of research and development is not done by a team?

Often a dozen or dozens of small teams work together on a project.

"The wizarding world has lagged behind for too long." Jack felt that without his time travel, wizards would only get worse and worse in the future.

Unless they no longer insist on confidentiality laws.

Otherwise, it will be useless no matter who comes to power as Minister of Magic.

Come to think of it, even Hermione can't do it.

That is the change of the times, not based on personal will.

Under the rolling tide, the group of wizards who do not try to change will just be like a dead leaf, easily knocked over by the waves, then swept into the water and disappear.

"Forget it, what do those things have to do with me?" Jack didn't care about that. "It's better to study how to can starfish earlier."

Just after thinking about it for a while, Neville came.

Then came Hermione, and Pansy.

Now that everyone is here, I will not continue to ponder, but start to review my homework seriously.

They were really reviewing, and they even stopped practicing magic spells.

From History of Magic to Defense Against the Dark Arts, Jack had a lot to make up for.

Fortunately, his memory is not bad and the tutoring effect is quite satisfactory.

Neville had it much harder.

Because I couldn't memorize some of the required questions on the History of Magic, my eyes were always red and I looked like I wanted to cry.

Jack laughed out loud.

Sure enough, a bad mood or something will not disappear, it will just transfer.

Thank you, Quirrell.

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Quirrell sneezed.

Snot spurted out of his nose and fell into the sink in front of him.

He wiped his nose casually and continued to wash his face with water.

Dirty, so dirty, so dirty that it stunk.

This is how he feels about himself.

It was obvious that after he retrieved the wand, he cleaned himself up and took a shower.

But there was still a strange yet familiar stench.

So, he kept washing his face with water, scrubbing his chin, and rubbing his neck.

As if this can make oneself clean.

His skin was obviously red from rubbing, and he was sneezing because the water was too cold, but the movements of his hands continued.

Only in this way can he forget what happened last night.

Quirrell wanted to forget, but Voldemort wouldn't allow it. He snapped: "Have you washed enough? You have wasted enough time!"

After all, he wasn't the one who ate the unicorn's dung balls, so how could he feel the same way and sympathize with it?

He just felt irritated and angry.

Quirrell has been washing his face for two hours.

This doesn't include the bathing part.

Why do you need to wash it?How long does it take to wash, and how many times is enough?

Do you want to do anything serious today?