Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

By the time John finished his work, it was almost curfew.

Since he didn't have Professor Snape's skill in quickly drying the preservative solution, he used a filter to drain the preservative solution and then used an absorbent cotton ball in the classroom to directly absorb the remaining moisture.

The technique was flawed, and a lot of the pufferfish eye material was damaged.

Moreover, after adding blue gravel and crushing it, the final product still had a very poor appearance, with particles of varying sizes.

But John didn't care. Professor Snape should have expected the outcome of assigning such a novice to this task.

All he wants now is to go back to his comfortable bed and get a good night's sleep.

Oh, and by the way, before John left, he placed the school history that Professor Snape had left at his house on the podium.

I don't know if it's polite or not, but just say you haven't returned it yet?

Hogwarts was unusually quiet at night. The ghosts that usually flew around and the murals on the walls were all asleep.

You can only hear the occasional cooing of an owl.

John looked up at the moon outside the window and noticed that he could vaguely see some dark shadows flying by in the moonlight. They must be the Devil Eaters that were circling around the castle.

"These Dementors are such a killjoy."

John muttered to himself.

However, just as he uttered the words "Soul Eater," he heard a strange noise from the garden on one side of the corridor. Perhaps it was some kind of rat again.

John shook his head, ignoring him, and turned to walk towards the Ravenclaw tower.

After he left, a black dog's head slowly emerged from the garden bushes where the strange noise had come from.

The black dog looked through the garden patio at the Dementor flying overhead, its eyes revealing a human-like fear and wariness.

Then it disappeared into the darkness once again.

......

When John returned to Ravenclaw, curfew had already begun, but he didn't run into any night patrols, so nothing happened.

The dormitory doors weren't even locked, or rather, there was no one guarding them.

How is this any different from encouraging students to go out at night?

John arrived at the Bronze Eagle Gate and subconsciously waited for it to open automatically. Suddenly, he remembered that he had returned on his own this time. Previously, Ryan had always answered the questions about the Bronze Eagle Gate, but now he had to use his own brain.

He walked up to the bronze eagle, and as the eyes on its head shone, its voice rang out.

"The clock tells me the present, the fortune teller predicts the future. If I believe both, what punishment will time inflict upon me?"

John scratched his head after hearing the question. What was the question?

He doesn't believe in prophecies, so how would he know what punishment he would receive...?

Hmm... let me reflect on why I don't believe in prophecies.

Because believing in prophecy means living in its shadow.

So my answer is:

"It will turn my future into a prison of my present."

After John answered, the Bronze Eagle showed no reaction. Just a few seconds later, it opened the door with a click.

This teacher never gives any positive feedback when answering questions, and the questions are always philosophical reflections with no fixed answers. After each answer, the teacher remains silent, which is incredibly frustrating...

From now on, let your mouth open the door instead.

When John returned to his dormitory and opened the door, he found that Ryan and Ethan were still awake.

They were all waiting for John to come back, since it was curfew.

They were thinking that if they didn't come back soon, they would go to the prefect or the professor.

The Dementors fly around the school castle all day long. Who knows if one of them will suddenly go crazy and wander into the castle, only to be bumped into by John?

Their concerns were not unfounded, but after John explained, they learned that the culprit was Professor Snape.

After explaining, John couldn't take it anymore and went straight to bed to sleep.

In his dream, he decided that before practicing the magic to block out taste, he would first learn the cleansing spell, so he wouldn't have to take a bath, hehehe...

......

The next morning.

John was too tired last night and slept for five minutes longer. Ryan and Ethan set off first, so he was now walking alone on his way to the synagogue.

Good morning, John.

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Hmm? Oh, good morning, senior Neville."

John, who was still half asleep, paused for a moment before responding after recognizing the person.

"Why do you look so listless?" Neville asked with concern, noticing John's unusual state.

"Ugh, it's all because of yesterday's Potions class..."

John waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then told Neville about what had happened yesterday.

Neville's expression after hearing this was quite interesting. First, he had an "I see" look, then a wry smile of "I understand," and finally a look of worry about "the future is uncertain."

Of course, John knew nothing about any of this.

All he saw was Neville's final expression turn as ugly as a bitter gourd.

"What's wrong with you? I'm the one being punished, not you. You look like you're the one who's going to be punished."

"..."

Neville was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "...To be honest, I get punished almost every time after Potions class, and my first class today was Potions..."

"I see..." John fell silent after hearing this.

Can we say he's psychologically at peace? He wasn't the only one targeted by Professor Snape.

Or are they simply in the same boat? They were both people targeted by Professor Snape.

The two silently put their hands on each other's shoulders and patted each other, then sighed at the same time.

When the two arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, they happened to run into Harry Potter and his two friends.

However, before Neville could even go up and say hello, he noticed that the atmosphere between them seemed a bit off.

"Ron, I already told you, you don't need to believe those illogical fortune tellings, they're just bluffing."

The girl with slightly wavy brown hair spoke impatiently to the red-haired boy called Ron.

"How could that be? There must be a reason why this kind of course exists; you just don't understand it."

"Hermione, I think you've been number one for too long, and you're feeling resentful that you can't be number one this time, right?"

Ron scoffed at the remarks made by the woman known as Hermione, and retorted sarcastically.

"Ron!"

Hermione was furious at Ron's attitude. She shouted once and then walked away without looking back.

Ron watched Hermione leave, snorted, and turned to go into the meeting hall for his meal.

Harry, standing beside the two, watched his two best friends argue, glanced at Hermione leaving, and then at Ron eating in the synagogue.

Finally, he sighed helplessly and followed Ron to the meeting hall for dinner.

Seeing this, Neville actually wanted to go after Hermione and comfort her, since they were friends.

When Neville was punished in the past, the kind-hearted Hermione often helped him.

John, however, didn't think it was a big deal. Teenagers are in the prime of their lives, and it's normal for them to have occasional arguments.

It will be fine after few days.