I Really Lost My Mind-I Mixed Up the Earlier Numbering

Hufflepuff Large Study Room.

This was probably the only place in Hogwarts that had not been disturbed in any way.

Thanks to the Hufflepuff Magic Research Society Jon had established years ago, ninety-nine percent of Hufflepuff House students had been brought into the Club. The remaining scattered few mostly kept silent about it.

In the end, it was because there were too few Pure-blood Wizards in Hufflepuff House. Everyone came from similar backgrounds, and everyone hoped that Muggle-born wizards could receive better training here, so they could face less discrimination outside.

Only improved abilities could overturn other people's prejudice.

Jon had been here these past two days, helping train the students.

But no one knew who he was. He appeared like a cloud of mist; magic and Transfiguration allowed him to take on all kinds of appearances around others, while Memory Magic erased parts of those Young Wizards' memories after he left.

At his level of ability, if he truly wanted to cause some destruction, it would actually be very easy.

That evening, after the castle's curfew, when all the students had returned to their dormitories to rest, the study room welcomed a new guest.

Hermione looked at the empty classroom before her, somewhat surprised.

"Well? If I remember correctly, this should be your first time in Hufflepuff's public study room."

Hermione nodded. She watched Jon walk over to one side of the classroom and tap on the wall, whereupon a small window opened.

"Mm... what would you like for a late-night snack?"

"Hot milk will do."

"Alright." Jon turned toward the window and said inside, "Two hot milks, two small strawberry cakes, and one serving of biscuits."

After speaking, he turned and returned to the secretary's desk, taking the seat reserved for the secretary-general—Stephen's seat now.

Before long, a