Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 314 Nick's Show-off
"If Gabrielle goes to a magic school in the future, will the enrollment time be calculated based on her soul age or her body age?"
Lily did not give a clear answer to his question. She just shook her head.
"There is no precedent for this, but if we use the normal standard of Hogwarts admitting 11-year-old students, we should look at her mental age."
As they talked, Nick's originally grayish-white body began to become noticeably lighter.
The effect of the potion prepared by Lily was immediate, and the petrification effect was being gradually lifted.
While waiting for Nick to recover, Lily did not forget to look at the mandrake leaf in Jon's hand and reminded him.
"If you plan to try to learn Animagus, it is best to do it under the guidance of Professor McGonagall. This kind of magic is very dangerous, and there are many failed cases in history."
"Don't worry, I'll pay attention, Professor."
Although Jon agreed to this, he actually had no intention of looking for Mag.
After all, the Animagus form he wanted to achieve was different from that of a normal wizard, and no one could provide any help except those who understood the ring in his hand.
Soon, the changes in Nick became more and more obvious. The grayish-white color on his body completely disappeared, and the originally terrified expression on his face gradually began to relax, and his mind regained control of his soul.
After recovering from the petrified state, Nick immediately floated up from the hospital bed.
He looked at Jon with a smug look on his face.
"17! I've been counting! There are 17 in total!"
Even when petrified, he still maintained his awareness of the outside world and knew clearly what he and Jon had experienced.
Lily was tidying up the materials on the table, a little confused by the numbers Nick said.
"17 what?"
Jon held his forehead.
"17 killing curses."
After hearing his words, Lily simply thought about it and guessed what it was.
"You used the petrified Nick as a shield?"
"Hey! Jon is a genius! We work together perfectly. I help him to provide absolute defense while he attacks! In that maze, we defeated countless opponents!"
Nick was visibly excited.
He didn't mind being used as a shield to block the killing curse. The ghost was already like this, and he couldn't die again no matter what. But following John on this adventure was definitely exciting, enough for him to brag about in front of other young wizards in the future.
Lily seemed to have a strong desire to complain about Jon's strange ideas.
“That’s something most people wouldn’t expect.”
Nick, who had just recovered, was obviously a little agitated. According to his description, the feeling of being petrified was like being stuffed into an extremely small space. He couldn't move anything in his body and it was very uncomfortable.
After recovering, he floated in the air without stopping for a moment, then left Lily's office and traveled around this temporary school.
Jon also said goodbye to Lily and left. He waited until night and saw a full moon rising in the sky before putting the mandrake into his mouth. In order to prevent it from being swallowed accidentally, he placed it under his tongue.
However, Jon still underestimated the difficulty of learning Animagus.
The leaf was kept in his mouth for less than three days. One day during breakfast, he accidentally swallowed it mixed with milk.
After drinking the milk, Jon was stunned. He clearly felt the leaf that he had been holding in his mouth for three whole days sliding down his esophagus.
Hermione, who was sitting next to him, noticed that something was wrong with his expression and asked curiously.
"What's wrong?"
Jon was not discouraged. This was just the first step. Besides, the leaves of mandrake were not poisonous, so it would not be a big deal even if he ate them.
"Nothing. By the way, what were you talking about yesterday?" He changed the subject.
Ron raised a copy of the Star in his hand.
"The Quidditch World Cup originally scheduled for this year has been postponed. It was said that the final of this game was originally scheduled to be held in the UK, but it is obviously not suitable under the current situation. So they postponed the time of the game to next summer. If there are any more accidents , the venue will probably have to be changed."
Jon took the newspaper from him and saw the news that the Quidditch World Cup had been postponed.
There is no way around this. Looking at the current situation in Europe, Quidditch matches cannot be held even if they are not in the UK. First of all, the teams from the UK and France will not be able to participate, and nearby countries such as Ireland, Spain, Switzerland, etc. have also been affected.
It would be safest to wait until next year, when the bet on the outcome of the Triwizard Tournament, which the whole of Europe is watching, comes out , and then consider whether to continue holding the tournament.
Hanton said with some regret.
"I still want to see the teams at the World Cup show their superb skills, but it seems I will have to wait until next year."
When he was at Hogwarts Castle, he was somewhat envious of the Quidditch games played by the pure-bloods. Some time ago, he finally had the opportunity to actually try out a flying broom at Durmstrang Henton.
Moreover, Ron was an avid fan. Even when Arthur was wanted, he secretly took his sons to watch some Quidditch league games and told Henton a lot of stories about the team and some professional technical moves on the field.
Jon was not very interested in the sport of Quidditch.
Since he was able to fly without a broomstick in the first grade, he was stopped from the beginning from playing ball on a broomstick.
"Nick has been bragging about his experience with you in the Arctic to everyone he meets these past two days."
Ron said with envy.
"It's a pity we didn't go along on the last trip."
"It's nothing to regret. It was really too dangerous there." Jon shook his head and said, "It was luck that helped me escape from there. If Nick hadn't been petrified and could block the killing curse, I might have given up and brought Gabrielle back with me."
Jon was telling the truth. That narrow space was too restrictive for him. If it weren't for Nick, he would have been killed by the Killing Curse long ago.
After breakfast, Jon ran to Lily's office again, asked her for a new piece of mandrake, and put it in his mouth again.
He was more careful this time, and whenever he needed to use his mouth, he would deliberately press down the blades. In the following days, Hermione and the others often felt strange because his accent became unclear.
