The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

The ones who moved faster than Quirrell and Voldemort were the professors of Hogwarts.

Only a few weeks after John and others sent the Norwegian Ridgeback away, the exam season came.

One theory test paper after another completely overwhelmed John.

In addition to theory, some subjects also have practical exams.

For example, Professor Flitwick asked them to walk into the classroom one by one to see if they could make a pineapple tap dance across a desk.

Professor McGonagall asked them to try to turn a mouse into a snuff box. The more beautiful the box, the higher the score.

And Professor Snape is obviously the strictest one.

The content of his practical exam was to have students make amnesia potions directly on the spot.

The reason why he is the most strict is not just because making the forgetting potion is quite difficult for ordinary first-year students.

This is especially because this test question was randomly selected by him from a number of first-year potion formulas.

This means that if you want to get high scores, you either have to be lucky enough to forget how to make the potion, or you have to memorize all the recipes and master them.

This move caused many students to complain.

The last subject was the history of magic.

When the ghost of Professor Binns asked them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment for answering questions, all the students in the examination room cheered involuntarily.

All exams are finally over!

Next, all of them, regardless of whether they did well or not, could easily play for a whole week until the results were announced.

Of course, that doesn't include John.

John has one last 'exam' to take.

As early as the beginning of the exam season, John asked brothers George and Fred to keep a close eye on Dumbledore, and emphasized that he would write to him as soon as Dumbledore left Hogwarts.

The Weasley twins thought John wanted to take advantage of Dumbledore's absence to play some prank, so they readily agreed.

Shortly after the History of Magic class ended, John finally received the long-awaited letter - [Dumbledore received an urgent letter from the Ministry of Magic 10 minutes ago and flew to London immediately! 】

"call--"

John took a deep breath to suppress his overly excited mood.

At this moment, Draco's voice also sounded from behind:

"Hey! John! Do you want to celebrate tonight? Senior Taylor said she is planning to hold a small party in the Slytherin common room."

"Who is Senior Sister Taylor?" John asked.

"Merlin! Senior Taylor gave you so many desserts she made herself, but you can't even remember her name?" Draco's eyes widened and he said, "She will definitely be heartbroken if she finds out. !”

John knew who Sister Taylor was—the prefect who liked to make desserts.

"Okay, okay, this matter is confidential, do you understand, Draco." John said as he walked towards the third floor, "Also, please help me tell Senior Taylor that I have something important to do. I may not be able to go if I am still alive.”

"What's important? Are you going to the hunting ground to have a party with that Hagrid again?" Draco spread his hands and said, "Listen to my advice, John! You are a Slytherin, you can't hang out with Gryffindor every day. ! If Professor Snape finds out, he will definitely put you in solitary confinement!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, John, who was walking in front, stopped.

He turned back sharply, staring directly at Draco.

This startled Draco.

He fully carried forward the fine traditions of the Malfoy family and immediately raised his hands in the air and said:

"Sorry! I was wrong!"

John didn't reply, his eyes flicked back and forth on Draco, and after a while he said:

"You come with me too!"

"Huh? You want to take me to a Gryffindor party? Isn't that bad?"

Draco kept chattering, but his body was very honest and followed closely behind John.

John, on the other hand, ignored him at all, quickly arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and banged on the door.

"Boom boom boom——"

After three loud noises, the entire office was silent.

This made the corners of John's mouth slowly rise.

Quirrell, finally took action!

Without any hesitation, John immediately turned around and caught Harry, Michelle and others in the foyer.

"Quirrell is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, you all come with me!"

John hooked Harry's shoulders and said as he led him upstairs.

"Quirrell? Why did Quirrell steal the Philosopher's Stone? Ah! No! You want to say that Snape went to steal the Philosopher's Stone!?"

Harry finally reacted and said with a look of horror on his face.

John didn't care about the fact that he still thought Snape was a thief, and explained directly:

"Think about it, Harry, the fire dragon eggs are worth a lot of money, why would they use them to cheat Hagrid? Does Hagrid have anything that is as valuable as the fire dragon eggs?"

"Yeah, that's a little weird."

Harry scratched his head, thoughtfully.

Seeing this, John rolled his eyes.

He knew that this was because of his joining, so Harry and others obtained less information than in the original work, so he could only continue to explain:

"That three-headed dog was actually raised by Hagrid, and his name is Lu Wei! The reason why the man holding the fire dragon egg made a bet with Hagrid was to get information about Lu Wei from him so that he could enter the living world. Banmen! And according to my estimation, he has succeeded!"

"Then we should warn Deng now..."

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts! He went to the Ministry of Magic 10 minutes ago!"

John jerked Harry and said, "Now, it's up to us! We go to the trap door to stop Quirrell ourselves!"

"It's Snape, John!" Harry stubbornly wanted to correct John.

Hermione next to her frowned and said:

"This is too dangerous! John, just a few of us, plus one more..." Hermione suddenly paused here, then shook her head, looked at Draco with a contemptuous tone and said, "Mal blessing."

"Damn it! You bastard..."

Draco subconsciously wanted to curse.

But before he could say anything, John, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, grabbed Draco's collar, and lifted him up.

"Shut up! Shut up! Never let me hear that word! Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk!"

John scolded in a tone similar to that of Snape.

Upon hearing this, Draco immediately covered his mouth and kept nodding.

Seeing this, Harry and Hermione were both gloating, and Ron even laughed out loud.

This made Draco's face, which had turned pale with fright, quickly turn blue again.

John no longer paid attention to these internal conflicts at this time, and directly led everyone to the familiar door.

"Araho Cave is open!"

"Snapped--"

The door is opened.

Immediately, a low bark sounded in everyone's ears.

The three-headed dog stood guard in front of the trap door, watching them eagerly.

As long as they dare to take a step closer to the trap door, it will come forward and tear John and others into pieces!

Under the pressure of the three-headed dog, everyone finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting among themselves.

Everyone looked at the three-headed dog with horror on their faces. Draco, who had seen such a scene for the first time, was even trembling.

At this moment, John pushed Draco forward and said:

"Now, sing!"

"What... what?"

"Sing! You can sing anything!" John repeated impatiently, "Aren't you good at singing? The great singer Mr. Malfoy!"

Draco still didn't understand why John wanted him to sing at a time like this.

But it didn't matter, he was used to taking orders from John anyway, so just sing.

And, singing in front of Harry was such a wonderful experience!

Thinking this, Draco glanced at Harry maliciously.

This gave Harry an ominous premonition for a moment.

Looking at Draco's evil smile, Harry felt that he might know what song he was going to sing!