Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Jack looked at it.

The timing of his arrival may be a bit late. At this moment, Harry is just messing around with the senior Slytherin, and there is no role for Draco.

But they were very emotional, and even Jack, who was far away, could hear their conversation.

"Draco took my wand, what do you mean?"

"Really? Anyway, we didn't see it. We only saw you leading people around him to grab things. Is this the quality of Gryffindors?"

"What are you telling him? Just tell the professor. Especially Professor McGonagall. Let her see what kind of people her students are."

"So, don't hang out with the Weasleys. The majestic savior of the wizarding world can actually steal things, tsk tsk."

"Don't slander people!"

"You dare to say you didn't rob? Then why did you bring these people with you?"

"I'm just getting my stuff back!"

"That's a nice thing to say, Draco, do you want to come and get your things back? Do you need us to help you hold his hands and feet? Haha..."

"You are really going too far!"

"It's hard to say who bullied people first."

"Okay, just talk to the professor. Why are you yelling at him? It's really beneath your dignity."

"really."

Jack listened.

It seemed that Harry was the one who took the lead in besieging Draco to grab something, but was it ruined by those senior students?

It seems so.

After all, he has just arrived now, and he has seen nothing from beginning to end, and he doesn’t know who is right and who is wrong.

But since both parties involved were Harry and Draco, it was not surprising that the two groups were fighting for whatever reason.

In Jack's fragmentary impression of the original work, the two groups often fought.

Either his eyes would be black from the beating, or his nose would bleed, and later he would even use advanced black magic like the Fire Curse.

People even died.

Dead people!Still in school!They are still students!

Really outrageous!

All in all, it is completely normal for these people to fight.

Jack watched for a moment.

There are more and more people surrounding this stall.

Because there were so many people, it finally attracted the attention of the school teacher.

"What are you doing around here?"

What appeared was the head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick.

Due to the goblin blood in his ancestors, Professor Flitwick is very short, about a little over one meter tall.

Even shorter than a first-year wizard.

Being blocked outside the crowd, he couldn't see what was going on in the center of the crowd.

"It's Professor Flitwick." A student saw him and quickly reminded him to make way for him, "Professor Flitwick is here, make way."

The crowd immediately looked towards the sound.

After seeing Professor Flitwick, he quickly moved to make room for him to enter easily.

"Thank you."

Professor Flitwick nodded slightly and walked along the passage that the crowd had given way to.

There are really many people here.

There were not only Slytherin students, but also many young wizards from other houses, densely packed together.

It took Professor Flitwick a short time to reach the middle of the crowd, the space left by Harry and the Slytherin wizard.

"Can you tell me what you are doing?" he asked in a high-pitched voice.

Seeing that the teachers were here, whether it was Harry, Draco, or the senior students, they all became energetic.

It seems that you want to impress him through sweet words, oh, or maybe sincere emotions and clear and transparent truth, so that things can develop in a direction that is beneficial to you.

No matter which one it was, because of the appearance of Professor Flitwick, the two of them no longer had to bark at each other like dogs in a dog fight, and the noise was much quieter.

This is not conducive to Jack's enjoyment.

He couldn't hear clearly what was being said over there.

Actually, magic could solve this problem, but he was too lazy to use it.

"Forget it, the professor is here anyway, so there probably won't be much to see."

Just as he was about to pull away, he saw an unexpected figure.

It's Bob.

This fourth-year Slytherin wizard was sitting on the edge of the crowd, whispering to his friends, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Huh? I haven't run out of luck today?"

Jack laughed.

Before Pansy could reply, he had already found his target.

My luck is really so good today.

Seeing the target person, Jack's thoughts naturally changed.

He was no longer in a hurry to leave, but stayed quietly in the tree, waiting for the moment when Bob left the crowd and was alone.

Quirrell asked him to quietly bring the person to the office.

Whatever the reason for Quirrell's request of him.

Anyway, Jack wanted to act in secret.

Nothing but the precious magic potion that can increase the total amount of magic power.

In Charlie's memory, the potion was indeed very valuable and had never been circulated outside, but within the Rohr family, it seemed that was not the case.

Bob, a member of the family, can be taken out at will and rewarded to Charlie.

Jack suspected that Bob still had some unused potions with him.

If so, he would have a chance to obtain this magical potion.

Take a step back.

Even if this magical potion cannot be obtained directly, it is still good to understand the details of the Rolle family through Bob's memory.

After all, isn’t it common sense to step on your feet first before taking action?

A series of thoughts quickly flowed through Jack's heart.

Time seems to pass very fast at this moment.

After he thought about it for a while, Professor Flitwick was done.

I saw him leaving with Harry and other first-year wizards.This includes Draco's group.

I don’t know how he dealt with these two gangs of little wizards.

However, the senior Slytherins were left where they were.

It seems like it has nothing to do with them?

Jack, who wasn't listening carefully, didn't know this clearly.

He only saw Bob, who had a dark face and walked aside with a few friends because the matter had come to an end and there was no excitement to watch.

When Jack saw it, he quickly made himself invisible, then slid down the tree and chased them.

One side had no intention of rushing, while the other side wanted to catch up. As a result, Jack soon caught up with Bob and his gang.

He could even run ahead, stop, and look at Bob.

At this time, Bob was yawning as he walked. There was still uncleaned eye mucus in the corners of his eyes, and he looked a little sloppy.

In addition to being sloppy, there is also a feeling of overindulgence.

I saw that his eyes were blue and his steps were sloppy.

I really don't know what he usually does in the dormitory.

Calculated by age.

Fourth grade students, approximately fourteen to fifteen years old.

According to the laws of the country, one can get married at the age of 16.

In addition, they are in puberty, so many children of this age are interested in the opposite sex.

It's quite normal to do something secretly.

"It's a pity that this person is a pervert."