"Remember what you have to do! I know that Professor Sinistra has taught you the cleaning spell this week. This is giving you the opportunity to practice the spell. You must clean this auditorium before noon today, otherwise
I'll tell Mr. Dolohov who's slacking off!"
The male prefect was giving orders to Jon and several second-year students. As managers among Mudbloods, the two prefects would of course receive preferential treatment.
Not only can they direct and supervise the work of other students, they can also not participate in this kind of collective labor, but act as the overseer of the castle administrator.
After assigning the tasks, he turned around and left. Not only were the second-year students, but as a prefect, he also had to inform the other mudbloods about Dolohov's arrangements.
After the prefect left, Jon and the others didn't waste any time. Everyone knew clearly what the consequences would be if their task area was not completed when the time came.
Even though they had learned the Cleansing Charm this week, the skill of casting spells with hand gestures was difficult to master. So far, only Jon and Hermione could barely use it to produce an effective spell.
Therefore, in this cleaning work, both of them consciously took on the main labor force. With the help of magic, they will undoubtedly save a lot of effort.
The weather is still very hot in September, and as time goes by and the sun gradually rises, there is already a lot of sweat on everyone's face.
“Spotless.”
After using gestures to cast spells and once again cleaning the seats in the auditorium, Jon straightened up his sore waist.
He wiped the sweat from his face with the sleeves of his robe, then turned to Hermione and the others as if nothing had happened.
"I'm going to ask for a bathroom break."
No matter how strict the management is, Hogwarts Castle will not restrict the physical functions of Mudblood students, but only controls the time they have to go to the toilet, giving each person only five minutes.
The restrooms on the Quidditch pitch are right below the auditorium. Just running there takes about a minute and a half, and going back and forth takes more than half of that time. The remaining two minutes are convenient no matter what.
Be in a hurry.
The prefect guarding the entrance to the Quidditch pitch imitated Dolohov and stared at Jon fiercely.
"You know the consequences of not coming back on time. The clock starts now!"
Jon didn't stop for long. He quickly ran down the stands and rushed towards the bathroom. Looking at his eager back, the male and female Mudblood prefects couldn't help but reveal a look of ridicule on their faces.
It took more than a minute to run to the bathroom. There was no one here now. It was Jon's accurate time.
The rapid running made his breathing become a little rapid, and without stopping, he walked directly into a compartment.
He quickly unbuttoned the gray robe. There was a cloth pocket sewn on the inside of the robe. Jon took out the pendant with a ring from the cloth pocket and put it on his neck.
!
The familiar cold feeling clung to the sweaty skin in front of him, and then he recited a spell that he had not used for two months.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
It was not a floating spell that eliminated gravity, but a regular one that was used on the body. The moment the spell was used, that light energy filled his whole body that had not been seen for a long time.
Two minutes.
Jon counted the time in his mind, then grabbed the edge of a small window above the bathroom stall with two thin arms, and climbed up with great ease.
The front exit of the stadium faces the large lawn between the Black Lake and Hogwarts Castle. If you run out directly from this direction, you are likely to be beaten by mixed-blood or pure-blood students who play by the Black Lake on weekends.
I found that behind the bathroom window was the wall that surrounded the entire Hogwarts campus. Unless they came here specially, no one would pass by here at all.
After jumping down from the window more than two meters high with a light body, Jon ran straight along the wall towards the main entrance of Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest.
His speed was surprisingly fast, and in less than half a minute he had reached the wall across the road from the Hogsmeade wizarding village outside the school.
On the grass here, there was a small cloth bag with the same color as the soil lying there quietly. Jon did not hesitate, directly reached out to pick up the bag and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his robe for hiding rings, and then moved
Quickly return the way you came.
He quickly entered the bathroom again, took off the pendant around his neck and put it back in place. He briefly adjusted his breathing rate. Jon slowed down his movements and moved towards the audience at the same speed as when he came to the bathroom.
Run to the location.
When he returned to the stadium, the prefect guarding the entrance glared at him and let him in.
Only four and a half minutes have passed. Even if the prefect wants to deliberately make things difficult, he can't find any excuse.
Returning to the area cleaned by the second graders, Jon breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first time he had gone through the process of getting potion materials. It was the most likely to go wrong at the beginning, but nothing has happened now.
Error, it will become much easier once you become familiar with it later.
And just when he was about to continue his previous work, Jon suddenly felt a look beside him looking at him.
He turned his head and met Hermione's eyes.
"Randy...do you want to take a short break?"
The girl asked hesitantly.
Only then did Jon realize that because of the relaxation just now, his rapid breathing, which he had been pretending to do after exercising strenuously, had unconsciously slowed down a bit.
Surrounded by 12-year-old children, this shouldn't be a big problem, but Hermione is obviously much more sensitive and careful than normal children.
He did not do the extravagant act of making his breathing quick again, and said with an unchanged expression.
"It doesn't matter to me. Just speed up the process. If you don't finish cleaning here by noon, you will be punished."
Hermione seemed to be just concerned about it, didn't say anything more, and returned her attention to the seat covered with dirt and dust.
After this little interlude, the second-grade students did not stop for a moment during the remaining time, and finally completed the tasks assigned to them before lunch started.
The lunch on the weekend was better than the previous few days. At least everyone could get a piece of bacon. However, the tiredness of the whole morning made the students not in the mood to enjoy such "delicious food". After finishing the lunch in a hurry,
They returned to their dormitory and began their few rest time this afternoon.
Jon also returned to the dormitory, but he didn't move much during the day. He was very patient and waited until dark before there was a safer environment for him to open the cloth bag.