The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

John stood in front of his bed, looking a little confused.

He didn't know how he came back.

I only remember that I went to the pastor's building, and then...

'Then the pastor sent you back without meeting. You didn't even get to go into the pastor's office. '

A strange voice suddenly sounded in John's mind.

Countless familiar images began to reorganize in John's mind, refilling the gaps in this part of his memory.

It's like it all really happened.

It’s just that John always feels that something is not right about his memory, something indescribably weird.

This feeling is a bit like going out and suddenly starting to wonder if you have closed the door and turned off the TV on the way out, but it is much stronger.

"Boss, are you alright?"

A thin homeless man with an arm missing approached cautiously and asked.

"How long have I been out?"

"About 5 to 10 minutes. Didn't you...didn't you go see the priest?"

John glanced at the homeless man and knew what he was wondering about.

A mere 5 to 10 minutes was not enough for him to go to the pastor's building, receive his punishment, and then come back.

Besides, I didn't feel the pain of being whipped.

So, he really didn’t enter the pastor’s office, he just announced outside the door and was sent back by the pastor?

Although the strange feeling in the memory still existed, John's heart was already leaning towards the fact that this was the truth.

His eyes gradually became clear, and he looked coldly at the homeless people around him and said:

"I have confirmed with the pastor that he has not summoned me. Therefore, it was Graal who lied."

As soon as he said this, all the homeless people around him showed expressions of realization, but Graer, who had been hiding and watching on the side, had a stiff expression on his face.

After a brief pause, Graal's face turned red, and he roared and rushed towards John.

"You... vomit..."

Graal's roar suddenly stopped, replaced by painful retching.

John arrived first and punched him directly in the abdomen.

This punch not only used his own physical strength, but also used magic power to create an accelerating force at the moment when the fist came into contact with his abdomen.

Its power was enough to make Grall lose his fighting ability in an instant.

And looking at Grall, who was hanging on John's fist and arching his body into a lobster shape, all the homeless people around him showed a look of horror.

This is not the first time John has shown this trick.

There were many homeless people present who had been victims of John's trick.

It is precisely by relying on the fusion of magic and physical strength that John can become the leader of the homeless people after crossing over.

As for why a young boy like John is so strong.

The homeless people agreed that there was no need to ask such questions.

Because since the 'Gear Attack', Michelle's reputation as a witch has become notorious in St. Brelade.

And John serves as the number one best friend of the witch Michelle.

Everyone thinks it's normal for him to get some supernormal powers from Michelle.

Throwing Graal to the ground, John's eyes flashed with disgust.

Graer is just lingering and trying to get even further.

Even if a nun intercedes for such a person, John will not let him go.

"You can figure it out."

John said calmly and lay back on the bed.

The other homeless people looked at each other, turned off the lights very consciously, and dragged Graal out of the common room.

Not long after, there were bursts of faint wailing sounds coming from the next door.

John nodded with satisfaction.

Such were the vagabonds of St. Brelade's.

Bullying was their name, and the oppression they suffered at St. Brelade's needed an outlet.

Graal is finished.

Offending John and the nun at the same time, there is no way this guy can survive in St. Brelade.

Today is just the beginning.

In the future, even if John doesn't speak or even forgets the existence of this person, the homeless people will regard him as the target of bullying and venting.

He will be everyone's punching bag!

……

The next day.

John was woken up by the alarm ringing at work.

He opened his red eyes and began to rub his temples.

He didn't sleep well at all last night.

Horrible nightmares have always invaded him. He can no longer recall the specific content of the dream. He only remembers that there was some kind of monster chasing him behind him from beginning to end.

The sense of urgency of being chased by monsters and having his life threatened did not subside even after he woke up.

Taking a deep breath, John got up and followed the large troops to get dressed and go to gather downstairs.

But as soon as he walked out of the common room, he saw Michelle already waiting in the corridor.

Her eyes were also red, but unlike John's bloodshot eyes, Michelle looked more like she had cried.

"John, the nun said you didn't have a good rest last night, so you don't have to work today, and she asked me to take care of you."

Michelle leaned over and whispered.

Hearing this, John frowned.

This was a bit inexplicable. The nun had no reason to predict that he would have a nightmare last night.

John was a little confused, but looking at Michelle’s aggrieved look, he still whispered:

"What's wrong with you? You haven't rested either, okay?"

"John, the nun told me everything. Last night, Graal...he lied to you to find a priest again, right?" Michelle asked incredulously, "I'm sorry, John, I'm really sorry!"

"What are you apologizing for? This matter has nothing to do with you."

"But, I wanted to escape with everyone. John, you were so kind and agreed to my rude request, but... in the end, Graal treated you like that!"

Michelle started crying when she said it.

She was really guilty, feeling guilty that John had been wronged because of her willful request.

This is what is called recommending oneself to others.

Michelle was kind-hearted and took St. Brelade's 'friends' very seriously. Even when Graal tried to hurt her, she never held a grudge and treated them equally.

Speaking from her own perspective, she would be so uncomfortable that she would want to die if she encountered a series of frame-ups like Grall's.

Then, she felt that John would be like her.

Therefore, he felt guilty and thought that he had harmed John.

However, John's view of these so-called 'friends' was completely different from hers.

He really didn't feel anything about Grall's frame-up, and he had already taken revenge anyway.

Looking at the crying Michelle, John stepped forward and gave her a hug, comforting her softly:

"It's okay Michelle, let's not cry. It's great that we won't take him with us when we escape tonight."

"Tonight? Are you going to run away tonight?"

Michelle raised her tear-stained face and said in disbelief, "Isn't this a little too hasty? Others don't know what happened yet."

John shook his head and said expressionlessly:

"They don't need to know anything. The back door is open anyway. We just herd people through the gate like sheep."

Michelle's big eyes flashed, as if she was hesitating, but after a while she made a decision, nodded vigorously and said:

"Well! I listen to you, John! But I still don't understand why you suddenly decided to launch it tonight?"

"Because Saint Brelade is really dangerous."

John said in a sleepy voice.

In fact, ever since he traveled to this body, John's spirit has been shrouded in a sense of urgency.

After all, the threat posed to him by the Mysterians was too great.

It's just that this sense of urgency on weekdays is actually within the level that John can bear.

Not anymore.

John suspected that something must have happened to him last night.

Otherwise, the sense of urgency that was originally just like a lump in his throat would suddenly increase to the point where he could not rest in his sleep.

"So, although the preparations have not been perfect, we must escape. Otherwise, I am really afraid that something will happen."

John continued to sigh softly, and after hearing this, Michelle seemed to feel the sense of urgency from John's words, and shivered into John's arms.

"Rest, have a good sleep, and prepare your body for the night's actions. Don't worry, I'm with you."

As John spoke, he tucked Michelle into his original bed, which was the most comfortable in the common room, while he himself found a large bunk to lie down on.

After a while, John fell asleep again.

This time, the nightmare did not continue to plague John.

But what replaced it was a feeling of weight.

At first, John thought this was just the realization of his sense of responsibility that he decided before going to bed to take Michelle away at night. But after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly realized that there was something really pressing on him.

When John realized this, he was instantly awakened and suddenly opened the quilt. Only then did he realize that Michelle had climbed onto the Datongbu at some point and was hugging him like an octopus.

It was completely dark now, and John had consumed so much energy last night that he slept all day long.

The homeless people have all returned to the lounge.

After a long day of work, they had long lost the leisurely and elegant chatting like last night, and all of them slept soundly.

John reached out and pushed Michelle awake.

Michelle was still a little dazed when she woke up, and there was even some glistening saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

After realizing the situation in front of her, she instantly blushed, lowered her head, and twisted the corners of her clothes shyly.

She was really too nervous to sleep during the day, so she thought it would be safer to sleep next to John.

Originally, according to her assumption, she would wake up before John.

But he didn't expect that he would fall asleep at this point just by smelling John's scent.

And... he even hugged John...

Thinking of what she had just done, Michelle felt that her cheeks were getting hotter and hotter.

Although the two of them usually hug each other from time to time.

But it's more of a ceremonial nature and an expression of joy. It's still too... to actually hold each other and sleep together.

"Michelle, wake up, we're going to take action."

John's voice suddenly sounded, pulling Michelle back from her thoughts.

Naturally, she knew the importance of tonight's action. She said "oh oh" twice and forced herself to temporarily forget the scene in her mind. She quickly followed John out of the Datong store and packed up the supplies she wanted to bring for this escape.

John, on the other hand, slapped the homeless people in the lounge and woke them all up.

"Everyone, please be quiet and follow me!"

John whispered, lowering his voice.

In the darkness, a group of homeless people nodded one after another, and some were still rubbing their faces.

John's attack was a bit harsh just now.

But they didn't complain, and some of the homeless people were even very excited.

It’s not like homeless people have never done night outings. In the past, they would go to the kitchen to steal food from time to time.

It would be even better this time if John, the 'son of a nun,' took the lead.

The homeless people cooperated with John and Michelle and walked out of the lounge.

According to John's order, they maintained a three-stage formation. John and a few relatively healthy homeless people were at the front to investigate the situation. Michelle was the leader at the end of the team to prevent people from coming from behind, and the rest of the old, weak, sick and disabled were at the front. Wrapped in the middle.

After such a formation is spread out in sections, it is enough to ensure safety in a place like St. Brelade.

The group of people just groped forward in the darkness, and went down the stairs smoothly, all the way to the bottom floor.

Standing at the top of the stairs, John could even see the exit not far away.

This made John's mouth curl up involuntarily.

As long as you can get out through that door, things will only go smoother later on.

However, soon the smile on John's face could no longer be maintained.

Because the exit door has been opened.

Two figures wearing red hoods quietly walked into the small building, looking like two assassins.

They are short and strong in stature and look like old men. Under their white beards are a bunch of vicious red eyes, giving people a very fierce feeling.

John's expression became more solemn because he recognized the identities of the 'two people' in front of him.

Red hat!

This is a cruel creature, and their traces can be found wherever there is blood.

They usually lurk in the dungeons of castles and the trenches of battlefield ruins, waiting to ambush those who are lost. Their favorite thing to do is to soak their hats in blood.

This creature is known to basically everyone in St. Brelade.

It’s not just that the Red Cap itself is a creature of Celtic lore.

This is especially because the priest often warns everyone not to go out at night, otherwise they will be eaten by red hats.

Of course, when the pastor said these words, he basically used a joking tone.

But John had confirmed as early as his first night trip to explore St. Brelade that the priest had not made up a monster to scare them!

The red hat really exists, and is controlled by Saint Brelade to be used as a night guard!

Because John, with the help of his 'chewing' ability, could feel the disgusting blood-smelling magic of the red hats even from a long distance away!

Under the moonlight, the two red hats walked toward the stairs while talking in a strange language that no one could understand.

John's breathing became more rapid.

In order to avoid confronting these monsters, John had actually put some effort into route design, and then deliberately chose this path.

However, the worst happened.

They really encountered red hats, and there were two of them at once!

That is a monster in myths and legends that takes pleasure in killing people. It is a truly extraordinary creature!

Can he really win with his meager magic power and his underdeveloped body?

John was deeply suspicious.

But now, they have no way out.

He brought out too many homeless people tonight, and he couldn't guarantee whether any of them would complain to the priest tomorrow.

"call--"

Having made up his mind, John took a deep breath and bent his body into a bow shape. The magic power in his body also boiled under the influence of his emotions.