Chapter 283: Leave the principal's office

Jon Hart spent almost two weeks in the principal's office.
To be honest, apart from being noisy, the life here is quite leisurely-reading books every day, practicing spells, and chatting with principals and stone monsters...
However, as the herbs in Jon's pocket were gradually consumed, the frequency of Fox returning to the principal's office was greatly reduced.
This has to make Jon sigh, the current Phoenix is ​​too realistic... Fortunately, Fox did not make Jon hungry or thirsty here, but he couldn’t eat fresh food every day like before. That's it.
Jon is already preparing to leave the principal’s office... He has read all the most important collections of books in the bookcase, although most of the content is just remembered and has not been understood; at the same time, the principal’s suggestions and opinions , He has also kept it in mind.
All these things need time to understand and digest.
What's more, in the eyes of the outside world, he is considered missing...A few weeks is fine, if it is prolonged longer, it is likely to cause Umbridge or Malfoy to suspect.
Of course, what really made Jon determined was something that happened this morning-the return of Principal Dairis Derwent.
"That girl has been discharged." The Hogwarts Headmaster from Hufflepuff who first expressed his kindness to Jon Hart said with a gentle face: "She woke up a few days ago. , St. Mungo’s therapists kept her for two more days, and after no accidents, they let her out of the hospital...I think she will be back to school in a few days."
"Thank you very very much, Principal Derwent!" Jon said with a Chen Ken expression.
After this period of contact, he knew very well that these principals like to talk to each other very much, so although most of them can freely shuttle to other places, they have always stayed in the principal’s office...
In order to do this for himself, Principal Derwent stayed alone for more than two weeks in St. Mungo's Magic.
"Nothing." Principal Derwent smiled kindly: "The girl's condition has been very normal all this time, she just fell into a coma, no other accidents..."
After thanking her again, Jon began to consider leaving the principal's office.
It is naturally impossible to leave with a ruddy complexion and unscathed like this; you have to make a small change to yourself!
...
"You're late, Potter." Severus Snape inside said coldly when Harry Potter closed the door of the Potions Office.
He was standing with his back to Harry, pulling out some of his thoughts, and carefully placing a wisp of silver material into Dumbledore's basin.
Harry could only pretend that he didn't hear him.
"So..." Snape asked coldly, "Have you practiced?"
"Yes." Harry lied. He couldn't help but regret it. In fact, he had hardly practiced Occlumency in private during this period...If Snape contemplated him, he would definitely find out.
"We will know soon..." Snape raised his wand.
But at this moment, the door of Snape's office slammed open, and Draco Malfoy walked in quickly.
"Professor Snape, sir...I'm sorry...oh?" Malfoy looked at Snape and Harry in shock.
"It's okay, Draco." Snape lowered his wand. "Potter is tutoring some basics of potions."
"Oh, isn't it?" Malfoy looked surprised and happy.
"What's the matter?" Snape looked at Malfoy and asked flatly.
"We found Christophe... he suddenly appeared at the gate of Hogwarts, he looked weak, but he was still sober..." Malfoy replied quickly: "Crabbe and Gore cut him off Take it to the school hospital."
"How did he get there?" Snape asked.
"I don't know, sir, he looks too weak."
"Very well, take me over to see him..." Snape nodded, then looked back at Harry. "Potter, let's continue this lesson tomorrow night."
He turned and strode out of the office, and Malfoy followed him closely.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
After a few seconds, his gaze turned to the silver flocculation in the Pensieve Basin--
"I don't know what Snape's memory is about?" Harry thought secretly, and then leaned forward like a ghost.
...
Christoph Patrick was lying on a hospital bed in the school hospital. He drank a large bottle of the healing potion that Madam Pomfrey gave him. His condition seemed to be better... but his face was still pale, and he looked weak and skinny.
Several members of the special operations team gathered around him, whispering.
President Umbridge and Professor Snape arrived almost at the same time.
"Professor Umbridge..." Jon said in an extremely weak voice, reaching out his hand as if he was about to get up from the bed.
"No need to explain, Patrick!" Umbridge said hurriedly, "The two Weasleys in Gryffindor told me before they left campus that they threw you into the vanishing cabinet on the second floor. "
"Yes..." Jon nodded, and then said: "I went to find them that day, but only found one, and was accidentally attacked by the other... When I woke up, I found myself in In a confined space."
"God... How did you stay in it for so long?" Pansy Parkinson covered her mouth nervously.
Jon smiled weakly, then picked up his wand and waved it gently...a piece of ugly bread ~EbookFREE.me~ slowly appeared at the end of his wand...
"Transfiguration?" The sixth-grade montage shouted with his loud voice: "Isn't that there is any law that transfiguration can't be used for food?"
"I'm almost starving to death, who cares about Gamp's Law of Transformation..." Jon shook his head.
"Then how did you come out?" Snape asked with a serious face.
"Apparition..." Jon's mouth twitched slightly, said.
"You are only in fourth grade, isn't Apparition a sixth grade magic..." Malfoy asked incredulously.
"I know the principle. Fortunately, it succeeded the first time I used it." Jon replied, "I really can't help it inside. When I seemed to hear Mrs. Rosmerta's voice, I knew myself At Hogsmeade... so I tried it..."
As Jon explained there, Professor Snape's expression suddenly changed--
"Patrick, you have a good rest...I have to go back to the office." Snape frowned.