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"how do you feel?"

The ward was very quiet, except for the soft snoring from Ron next to him from time to time.

"What? Do you mean injured or something?"

"Your injury has long since healed. Do you really think you can deceive Madam Pomfrey?"

There have been students coming over these days to inquire about Voldemort, and the news from outside has already come in through their parents.Students all know that Voldemort once again attacked Hogwarts, and at this time Harry and Ron happened to be injured...

Harry and Ron enjoyed the admiring looks they received after half-assedly telling the students that they and others had stopped Voldemort.

"It feels great...you know me. It's the first time in so many years that so many people have laid their eyes on me. It's really...it feels really good."

Harry said, his eyes gradually becoming moist.

John patted him on the shoulder.

"Professor Dumbledore said he would give you extra points...but I think you deserve a higher reward..."

"No, John." Harry shook his head. "I have been thinking about the situation these days, and I feel more and more strange..."

"How could it be that the professors didn't react for a long time, and only one Professor Harris came in the end... I feel like this was originally a trap prepared for Voldemort. Even if we didn't stop him, he wouldn't have been able to get the Sorcerer's Stone..."

Harry thought about Professor Harris's meaningful words, and felt more and more that he had almost done a disservice.

"How come?" John looked surprised. "Principal Dumbledore has been praising you for your bravery and reliability... Harry, don't belittle yourself. The professors just don't know that Quirrell's goal is the Philosopher's Stone."

"Maybe... I also think it's impossible for professors to just sit idly by." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "What about you? What did you do... You don't know how much Hermione misses you. I guess now you Haven’t gone to see her yet?”

"So I came here to find out the situation first..." John smiled bitterly. He left so brazenly because he knew in advance that Lao Ge would be watching over him... but Hermione and the others didn't know.

They are real first-year wizards. Whether it is the heavy truth or the dangers and hardships along the way, they are not what they should bear at their age... You know, the professors did not know when they designed those traps. Dumbledore's purpose was to train them, and they were all designed according to the standards of protecting the Philosopher's Stone.

Many adult wizards may not be able to pass the level without any damage. After all, the level design is too comprehensive, and Voldemort can only crack it through violence.

"Don't make trouble John, I want to copy her homework next year. You can go find her yourself." Harry smiled happily.He didn't ask what John had done. He believed that John would tell him one day. They were good brothers who grew up playing together.

...

After bidding farewell to Harry, who had been given a silence order, John wandered around the castle boredly... He decided to go to Hermione later. He had to find a time when Alicia was not around to avoid this cheap sister fanning the flames. Add oil and vinegar.

Then he saw an extremely strange picture.

Several little badgers formed a circle around the corner. They stretched out their right hands straight, hugged their right hands with their left hands and pinched their noses. They squatted together and performed a uniform rotation... This made John's mind have a thought. Ridiculous idea. Could it be that I am actually in a mental hospital now, and my experiences in the past ten years are just my reveries in my mind?

John stood aside curiously, watching them turn around quietly.There were not too few people in the corridor, but the several waves of little wizards passing by did not react excessively, and seemed very accustomed to it... There were even a few little badgers walking out of them, silently squeezing in, and joining in the magic. of galaxies.

After observing for a while, John discovered that they were not only spinning, but also revolving around something, but the revolution speed was very low... As for the things placed in the middle, John also opened his Sharingan to see clearly.It was a photo of Carlos. The photo was very blurry, giving the impression that the photo was taken without the consent of the person involved.

When did these little badgers start worshiping Lao Ge?Isn’t it said that Lao Ge likes to trick these cuties the most?

It is recognized by the world that wizards are not particularly strong in physical fitness. Even if they were as strong as Dumbledore, he would still be out of breath when climbing the climbing ladder under Nurmengard Castle, as if the bellows had become a spirit.

So not long after, the little badgers collided with each other due to dizziness and lack of physical strength, and all fell to the ground.

"So, what are you doing? Performance art?"

John walked up and picked up a little badger that had fallen dizzy.

"Oh...it's you, John...how come you've grown three heads after not seeing me for a while?"

The little badger stretched his head a little closer, trying hard to identify John...but it seemed that his dizziness was indeed a bit severe.

"I personally suggest that you go to Madam Pomfrey's to have your brain checked. Ron said her method is very effective... tell me what you are doing? It does look... cool?"

"This is really cool. The method mentioned by the master from China is indeed effective. The devil has a gloomy face for several days... This shows that the curse is indeed effective!"

"Wait...Master of China? Curse? Hogwarts does not recruit wizards other than British nationals."

John was a little confused. Because the wizarding world in various countries was thirsty for fresh blood, the Ministry of Magic in each country did not allow wizards from other countries to recruit their own great wizards and junior wizards.Over time, the major wizarding academies stopped going to other countries to poach people's minds.

"Yes, the Chinese master, Bruce Lee, his Chinese name is Li..."

"Bruce Lee?"

"Yes, that's it...your Chinese pronunciation is very good."

John probably knew what was going on.

"Um...what did the master tell you?"

"We were talking about the devil at the time, and the Master happened to hear us passing by. The Master told us about this curse... It's very effective! Everyone in Hufflepuff can testify..."

John couldn't see it, it was so miserable.With such a group of honest people, how could the old man Grindelwald do this?

Putting together what the honest little badger said, this matter definitely has something to do with Lao Ge.

Lao Ge once watched his training for a period of time, and he also told Lao Ge in a casual chat that the number one boxing master in his mind was Bruce Lee.

Except for him, Hermione and Lao Ge, absolutely no one in this school would know Bruce Lee. The wizards didn't care who was good at boxing.

"Um...then, do you want to work hard?"

John gave a stiff smile, deeply despising Lao Ge's behavior in his heart, and severely criticized Dumbledore's extremely irresponsible behavior towards the students by recruiting Lao Ge.

After slowly wandering out of the castle, John unknowingly wandered to Hagrid's house.

"It's over. Now I feel even more guilty." John murmured.He thought that it would be even worse if Hermione happened to catch him here.

"John?!"

John's body trembled and he turned his head tremblingly.

"You're back!"