When Jon woke up, it was already one o 'clock in the afternoon.
He came back very late last night, so it wasn't strange that he slept until now.
After all, he was still growing and needed plenty of sleep.
When he woke up, there was no one in the dormitory. If he wasn't mistaken, Stephen was most likely making up for next week's homework. Fran and Scully probably weren't doing homework. They both liked to do it in the back, so they should be busy doing it now. After all, the part of the work that Stephen handed over wasn't difficult, but it was still very tedious and time-consuming.
But it was good to have something to do. Originally, Hogwarts' studies were relatively leisurely. If they didn't have anything serious to do, they would most likely follow the Weasley twins' model.
That wasn't a good thing. Even if Jon didn't put on a biased evaluation of the brothers, they were still the top troublemakers.
As for the so-called nature that originally belonged to this age … Jon didn't think that suppressing a part of one's nature was a bad thing. Although he also admitted that to some extent, this matter did take advantage of Fran and Scully's curiosity about the unknown, but since they wanted to join in, they must make corresponding sacrifices. At least, it seemed that these two people were enjoying their current life very much.
Come to think of it, it was never a bad thing to live a fuller life.
Jon didn't look for his roommates. He planned to find a chance to visit the fat friar soon, but before that, he had to prepare a gift.
This seemingly ordinary Hufflepuff ghost was very appreciated by Professor Sprout, and insisted that this friar could provide a lot of help to Jon's plan, so he must have some special skills.
Taking advantage of the fact that the students playing in Hogsmeade Village hadn't returned yet, Jon left the academy's lounge, then cast a Phantom Spell on himself and went to the eighth floor.
He wanted to exit from the Room of All Requests. Hogwarts had many secret passageways that led to and from the campus. As a battle fortress, these secret passageways were mostly silent. Even the map of the survival points could not show them. The only way to find these secret passageways was naturally the Room of All Requests left behind by the main designer of Hogwarts, Madam Ravenclaw.
That day, Chao En was lucky. At least he had chosen a path that wasn't too long. It only took him an hour to get out of the tunnel, and it was much shorter than the one Honey Duke had chosen.
After quietly removing the Phantom Body Spell, Jon pretended that he had just come out of a shop and blended into the crowd of students. Everyone was about the same height, so no one noticed him.
It was just that the shops patronized by a large number of students generally didn't have anything good. The fat friar had been a ghost in Hogwarts for so many years, so even if the treasures he had seen weren't the best, they wouldn't be bad.
And he also knew that there were very few shops in the downtown area that paid special attention to handicrafts. For example, the optician shop opened by the old man surnamed Jin next to his house was often opened in a more remote place.
"Dumbledore? Is it Dumbledore? "
Jon looked at the tall figure that flashed in front of him. Although he was in a hurry, his long white beard was still very conspicuous.
Besides, except for Dumbledore, there was basically no one who could provide such a strong Mana Retroaction in his glasses.
Looking at the small dark blue figure in front of him, Jon suddenly became curious.
Dumbledore was in such a hurry, where was he going?
He quietly walked in the direction of Dumbledore until he walked in front of a small hill.
It was already the end of the road. If he walked forward, went around this hill, and walked for a while, it would be the place where Jon last met Edmund.
Could it be that Dumbledore left here with Phantom Position?
Jon didn't think that was very likely. With Dumbledore's ability, there was no need for him to Phantom Position to leave here.
And with the exemption of the headmaster's authority, he could Phantom Position in the school, so there was no need for him to go through so much trouble.
Also, the magic waves here were unusual.
Although it was true that he couldn't see anything, it didn't mean that there was nothing here.
He found a place to cast a Phantom Body Spell on himself and then hid, quietly waiting for Dumbledore to appear again.
As expected, not too long later, Dumbledore suddenly walked out of nowhere, and Jon's glasses caught the scene behind Dumbledore at that moment.
A … shop?
Jon didn't recklessly expose himself to Dumbledore. Even though Dumbledore had been gone for a while, he didn't directly walk up to him.
However, he had already seen that shop.
The Loyalty Spell was no longer effective on Jon, and the nameless clock shop was completely exposed in front of Jon.
Time passed little by little, and Jon finally made up his mind.
Just as the old woman in the room stood up and was about to move, he stepped forward and pushed open the exquisite glass door of the shop.
Accompanied by the sound of the wind chime, he asked softly.
"Excuse me, is there anyone here?"
…
As the clock ticked, Madame Perenard Le Maire looked down at the half-filled teacup in her hand.
The afterglow of the evening sun shone in through the window and hit the surface of the black tea in her hand. The dark red tea in the white teacup rippled as she shook it, like a blooming flower. On the other hand, the surface of Jon's cup was as calm as it could be.
— It was like blood that had just begun to coagulate.
Their moods were obviously opposite. Of the two people sitting face to face, it was obvious that the one who was truly calm was Madame Perenard, and the one whose heart was in turmoil was obviously Jon.
But wasn't this normal?
In front of him was a witch who had lived for more than six hundred years, and not far from her sat a master alchemist who had lived for more than six hundred years. They weren't existences like Helga, but real people.
And they were such famous people.
Jon's memory was at least good, so he completely remembered what Nico Lemour and his wife looked like. After all, in the magic world, portraits and photos could be moved.
Even if he didn't remember, Jon could guess the relationship between Dumbledore and this couple.
"Well, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am …"
"I know you."
Madame Perenard saw that Jon was nervous and softly comforted Jon.
"Descendant of Madame Hufflepuff. It's not the first time I've seen your family."
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