Dumbledore was really helpless.
A twelve-year-old child in adolescence was the time when there was no way to discipline him. Even if Jon was much more mature than the average person of his age, his persistence was really a headache.
This was the disadvantage of the so-called "descendant of an old friend". Helga had so earnestly asked him to help take care of his descendants before, and Rowling had also written a letter saying that her grandson was a very opinionated little guy. Under such circumstances, Dumbledore could not do anything to a child.
Moreover, in addition to these unreasonable requests, Jon did help him a lot.
Otherwise, it would be a headache to pay attention to what Harry did every day.
"Are you going to live here? If you must, I can help you complete your idea. "
If you say this, then I'm not sleepy anymore.
Jon immediately perked up, and he no longer regarded himself as an aristocratic playboy like before. The sudden smile on his face surprised Dumbledore.
I heard that there is a stunt called "face changing" in China. Did Jon learn this?
But after getting along for so long, Dumbledore also knew what kind of person Jon was. He was usually very easy to talk to, and his character could be said to be kind, but when it came to his own matters, he was more stubborn than anyone else. He would never do things that were not beneficial to him. If he began to be attentive, it was because there were benefits.
What benefits? What benefits could it be? Wasn't he, the one who gave the benefits, sitting right here?
Wait a minute?
Why am I sitting here?
Dumbledore, who came back to his senses, found himself sitting on Jon's recliner, and suddenly his face was not so good.
Sure enough, when one is old, it is easy to be distracted …
Jon did not notice the change in Dumbledore's face because from his angle, Dumbledore's eyes were covered by his eyes, and his expression was also covered by his beard.
So he did not know what the old man was thinking, and the old man did not know what he was thinking. The atmosphere was awkward for a while.
"Jon, can you tell me why it has to be so special?"
After a long time, Dumbledore asked.
He knew that Jon's strength was not bad, and he was constantly improving, so he did not understand why.
There were more guards in the castle, so it was obviously safer for them to stay in the castle!
Jon knew why he had to come out. He hadn't been accumulating his mana recently. He had been relying on the Bloodline Purification Potion that hadn't dissipated yet. But if he didn't control the progress of his mana, the potion wouldn't last until the next time he used it.
And the next time it would be used was Christmas …
Therefore, Jon had to think of a way to separate part of the medicinal power in his body and lock it in his body. Normally speaking, as long as he cultivated normally, the medicinal power would not be too volatile — this normal cultivation meant that he would participate in the cultivation of the fifth grade, sixth grade, and even the graduating class.
"Headmaster, my situation is more complicated. You also know that the Hufflepuff family has been passed down for so long, and the bloodline has withered. Ancestor Helga has helped me a lot, and I hope that I can revive the family."
Jon began to talk about the reason he had thought of before. He had already discussed this reason with Helga's portrait, and she would help him cover up his lie. After all, reviving the family completely depended on his parents having more children, and it had nothing to do with him at the moment … If he had to say something, it would be that Kalidi had already grasped a type of magic that could dig out the magic bloodline in a fetus' body.
But that was also a magic taught by Helga, and it had nothing to do with him. Frankly speaking, he just didn't want to face Voldemort head-on.
The short contact last time was enough to explain the problem. Voldemort's soul was in such a chaotic state, but he still had power that surpassed the rank of [Instructor], and there was also Quirrell who was already a [Professor]. Jon didn't have the confidence to face them head-on, and he wasn't Harry Potter who was protected by a forbidden spell.
"So, I need to ensure my own safety, and I need a place to complete my growth plan. I think that headmaster can understand this, right?"
"Understand, of course I can understand."
Dumbledore's mind shook. The reason he was absent-minded wasn't because he was old, but because Jon's words reminded him of the time when he was together with Grindelwald. Everyone seemed to have the same dream.
"Since you've already made up your mind, I won't forget the promise we made back then. Do you want to live here?"
Dumbledore looked at the abandoned training ground and said, "If I'm not wrong, Voldemort might know about this place."
"So, I'll have to trouble headmaster to help strengthen the defensive and concealment spells here, or we can use a little Loyalty Spell? I think Stephen would be willing to be my secret keeper. "
"There's no need for the Loyalty Spell. As long as you're careful, Voldemort won't easily remember this place. Perhaps I really should have given you the permission to study abroad, and let you leave for a while before coming back."
"There's no need to leave. I think at this time, the English magic world isn't in a good place. According to Joanne and Rank's reply, Muggle has already sent people to help maintain order on the battlefield. Has the German Black Wizard made a comeback?"
Dumbledore's expression finally became ugly, and Jon understood why.
If Grindelwald didn't come out to take charge of the situation, it was because the German Black Wizard had been lured by Voldemort. At this time, it was very chaotic outside. If a fight really broke out, it was likely that it would continue until Voldemort completely retreated … Right, there were some arrangements in the plan that he gave to Anthony, and it seemed that it was about time to implement them.
"It's better that you don't know about these things, Jon. You're still too young. Let's talk about the current problems."
Dumbledore stood up from his chair. When the headmaster stood up straight, he was half a body taller than Jon, and looked like a pillar.
Since there was no way to change Jon's mind, then he could only help him.
Dumbledore raised his hand, and the tip of the old wand slid out a beautiful light. The water vapor in the training ground was all mobilized and added to the hemispherical membrane that enveloped the training ground.
The brilliance of the light was very beautiful.
"Alright, there's one more thing. Jon, what kind of small house do you want?"
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