Chapter 200: Too Appetizing

The next day.

Ginny slept until the sun was high before waking up leisurely from the bed.

Because Hermione hadn't returned all night last night, she wanted to see how long Hermione could linger at John's place, and by the way, ask her what she should do when alone with a boy.

As a result, she stayed up until the middle of the night and fell asleep, only waking up now.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Hermione's bed, finding that, like last night, there were no signs of it having been moved.

Hermione... wouldn't have slept at John's place, would she...

Thinking this, Ginny was instantly wide awake.

After a clattering wash, she came to the kitchen on the first floor.

At this time, quite a few people were sitting in the kitchen; everyone was either eating breakfast or discussing the intelligence about the Death Eaters from last night.

Like John, he was supporting his chin with one hand, while the other hand was slowly stirring the pumpkin juice that was almost cold, looking like he was wandering outside the sky.

Hermione was sitting diagonally across from him, looking down at the "Daily Prophet" with a normal expression.

"Morning, Ginny."

Someone noticed Ginny and greeted her.

Ginny responded and sat down to eat breakfast together.

However, her attention was entirely on Hermione and John, as if she were eating some shocking gossip.

It was just that now they had no interaction at all.

Not even a glance.

At this time, Harry and Ron also woke up, stepped into the kitchen one after the other, and sat next to John to eat breakfast.

"Morning, John, did you sleep comfortably here last night?"

Harry cared about John as usual.

It was just that his casual concern caused John, who was wandering outside the sky, and Hermione, who was reading the newspaper, to pause violently at the same time.

"Uh... it was okay."

John responded stutteringly, his hand subconsciously scratching his cheek, as if thinking of something embarrassing, and his eyes occasionally glanced in Hermione's direction.

"Is that so? That's good."

Harry didn't notice John's abnormality and nodded.

Ron next door looked at John while eating breakfast.

It was just that after looking, he asked suspiciously.

"John, what's wrong with your neck? Why are there so many red marks?"

Rip!

As soon as Ron's question was asked, Hermione opposite, because her hand was too forceful, tore a long, thin crack in the edge of the newspaper; if you looked closely, you could also find Hermione's cheeks turning red.

However, because the sound was relatively slight and there was a newspaper blocking it, no one noticed except Ginny.

And John, hearing Ron's question, subconsciously raised his hand to touch the back of his neck and said stutteringly.

"Uh... bitten by something dirty... ow!"

John had just casually found an excuse when he felt his foot under the table being kicked hard, and he cried out in pain.

Looking up, he found Hermione glaring at him with dissatisfied eyes.

Harry and Ron looked at John strangely; why did John feel so nervous today?

"This place really still has some places that haven't been cleaned up, so it's not strange to have dirty things."

However, they didn't say anything, just echoed John's words.

John glared back at Hermione and nodded in agreement: "Yeah, that dirty thing was huge, and it even crawled onto my bed, making me sleep poorly all night."

Harry was stunned: "That exaggerated?"

"Yeah!" John nodded and said very affirmatively.

Hermione opposite had already clenched her little fists, her little face still red, looking milk-fierce, as if she wanted to press John into a jam jar and pickle him on the spot.

These reactions were all taken in by Ginny.

"Hey, baby, such a good appetite today?"

At this time, Mrs. Weasley walked in with a stack of freshly baked butter bread, finding her precious daughter stuffing bread into her mouth.

Ginny chewed the bread and laughed vaguely.

"Yeah, today's breakfast is too appetizing."

There were no entertainment items in the Order of the Phoenix.

After all, this wasn't a vacation.

Fortunately, there were two former Defense Against the Dark Arts professors here, so when they were free, John could go to them to discuss magic spells.

The main thing, of course, was his research on the defensive spell that required long-distance maintenance.

In the Order of the Phoenix, he could use and study magic spells at will; not to mention whether the Ministry of Magic could observe the magical fluctuations inside, even if they could, they couldn't determine who was casting the spell.

After Professor Lupin and Professor Moody heard John's research direction, their attitudes were different.

Professor Moody snorted coldly, thinking it was unnecessary, or overestimating his capabilities, although he was disdainful, he gave suggestions.

Professor Lupin was slightly surprised at John's research direction, and then tried some things with John.

In the end, it was Professor Moody's suggestion that gave John inspiration.

If a magic spell couldn't be maintained often, then just "plant" it.

Just like a curse; a curse doesn't need maintenance.

As long as it's planted, it will automatically take effect according to the rules of the curse.

The disadvantage is that it can only take effect once, and it has to be replanted after taking effect, but this problem isn't big; it's fine as long as it can take effect.

Moreover, the underlying logic of curses and defensive spells is diametrically opposite, and it's still a bit difficult to change.

It's necessary to change "defense" from passive response to active rooting, triggered by rules.

And also have to learn how to cast curses, understand how curses maintain operation without any maintenance.

In short, there's a lot to learn...

While Harry and Ron were still flipping through fifth-year textbooks, John was already flipping through "Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory and Practice," "Essence of Curse Principles," and "Introduction to Magical Root System Construction," which they wouldn't learn until graduation.

John's room was also cast with a bunch of strange curses by himself.

For example, if you step on the carpet, you will be "eaten" by the carpet; if you reach into the drawer, you will be "bitten" by the drawer; if you pick up the water cup, you will be splashed with water by the water cup, even if the cup is empty.

They were all little prank-style curses, with little damage but high insult value.

It made Hermione not even go to his room to get close to him.

In contrast, Fred and George would come to him every day to discuss ghost ideas; this kind of little curse could just be used on some of their trick props.

Just like that, a week at the Order of the Phoenix passed quickly.

It was time for Hogwarts to start school again.

"A black door?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen that door, there's a round thing on the door, and the corridor is all obsidian-like brick walls."

On the way to King's Cross Station, John and Harry walked at the back of the line, chatting about Harry's recent dreams.

"And in the dream, I always feel that I really want to enter that door to find something, but I clearly don't even know what kind of door that is..."

Listening to Harry's description, John also felt a wave of strangeness.

Harry's recurring dreams like this also appeared last semester, only that time it was dreaming of Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort.

Now it's a door, strange and weird.

Could it be that Harry has some ability for precognitive dreams?

"Did you tell the Headmaster?"

"No, I plan to go to school and then find the professor directly to talk about this."

John nodded and didn't ask anything else; nothing was simpler than letting him find Dumbledore directly.

"Perfect, I also want to find Dumbledore to ask about that locket, let's go together then."

"Yeah, okay." ===== CHAPTER 201 =====