The matter with Scully was just a small interlude.
Anyone could break down at any time, but Scully was more sensitive than him, Steven, and Forren, so his sudden breakdown was within Jon's expectations.
Although it happened a bit early, this kind of thing was best done sooner rather than later. The sooner he broke down, the sooner he could rebuild his mental defenses.
The rest of the matter was left to Steven and the others. He believed that they would have some experience in comforting people.
For Scully, Jon's comforting effect wasn't that big. He mainly needed Forren, who understood his work, to comfort him. That was the fastest way to solve the problem.
Or he could be more direct and "solve" Scully, the one who raised the problem.
Emotional problems weren't worth wasting time to describe and explain. Jon had more important things to do right now.
Just like he told Scully on the mountain, Christmas was coming.
According to the schedule, around Christmas was the deadline for him to use the Bloodline Purification Potion a second time.
If he missed this deadline, he would have to concoct the Bloodline Purification Potion again. Then, he would have to wait for the potion's effects to disappear before using it again. Moreover, Jon didn't know whether the second time he used it would be less effective or not.
Thus, this deadline couldn't be missed.
Christmas was the last day. He had already contacted Steven to help him keep watch. With Kalidi, his safety should be guaranteed.
After all, his family wouldn't be so blind as to disturb him. In his own home, if Joe was really angry, then even his grandmother wouldn't be able to control him.
Once a good-tempered person got angry, it was simply a disaster.
Jon was very lucky to be born into such a family. Not only did his family not interfere with his private life, they also acted with propriety.
He was really a very lucky person.
"But luck won't follow you forever. Even the protagonists in the stories don't always have a smooth sailing life. Only hard work is meaningful. Blindly believing in luck will cause you a lot of trouble. You have to be careful."
Inside the clock shop, Perrenal said to Jon.
It was almost Christmas, and Jon planned to go home. So before he left, he came to see Lemay and her husband. After all, he wouldn't be able to see them for a month.
The pendant that he had asked the old couple to help him make was not finished yet.
Jon expressed his understanding of the situation. His request was simply too complicated. There was also the reinforcement of the miniatures and magic arrays. He definitely wouldn't be able to complete it in two or three months.
"Thank you for your trouble, madam. This thing is very important to me."
Jon put the two fruits of safety on the table. Mr. Lemour was still buried in the workbench, not paying any attention to Jon's arrival or departure.
It seemed that the research had reached a very serious stage.
"Merry Christmas, madam."
"Well, Merry Christmas, Jon."
After leaving the clock shop, Jon returned to the Hogwarts through the secret tunnel and returned to his cabin.
It was still warm in the house. Jon marked a date on his schedule and rested for a while. He then put on a cloak and left the training ground.
He was going to see Pippi.
It was almost Christmas, and 99% of the Hufflepuff students who were in charge of keeping records would leave the castle for Christmas. But Harry Potter had to stay in school for Christmas, because his good friend Ron was not going home either.
So, the recording work could only be left to Pippi and the house elves.
Before that, Jon naturally had some things to tell Harry.
Dumbledore intended to tell Harry Potter some things during the Christmas season that he had to explain to Pimp in advance, because they were important to record.
Of course, at the same time, Jon also prepared a letter for Joanne about what would happen during Christmas, based on the gossip he got from Dumbledore and his memories of the plot.
However, his owl was indeed a little tired recently.
In this kind of weather, Caine had to travel between London and Hogwarts in the snow. It was indeed a very exhausting thing to do.
Quietly stroking the fur on the owl's neck, Jon fed Kane some high-calorie biscuits to recover his strength, and then began to write the letter.
After writing the letter to Joanne, Jon began to organize the information he was going to send to Joanne.
From the records, the students in the Hogwarts couldn't wait for the holidays.
Because the weather was getting colder, just this morning, when Jon woke up from his dream, he found that the training ground was covered with several feet of snow, and the surface of the Black Lake was also frozen.
Even the frost on the trees growing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest around the training ground where Jon lived was rustled by the biting cold wind.
After briefly skimming through the information, Jon didn't find anything interesting, so he packed up the information and the letter and sent it out.
Of course, Joanne needed a lot of time to process the information, but then again, if it wasn't for the fact that there was nothing to write about this year, Jon didn't want to send all these redundant things to her.
For the time being, it could be considered as breaking in.
Everyone needed to adapt to each other's rhythm, so that they could work harder for their future creations.
After packing up everything, Jon looked around the room, then picked up his small box.
The holidays were coming soon, so he planned to go back to the castle.
Christmas decorations had already begun to be arranged in the castle. The walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe. Twelve towering Christmas trees were erected around the room. Some of the trees had small sparkling icicles hanging on them, while others had hundreds of candles flickering on them.
"Why did they start decorating so early? Did I remember wrong? How many days of holidays do we still have? "
Jon thought that time wouldn't pass so quickly. After all, he rarely went to class recently, so he wasn't particularly clear about the dates.
"We're leaving tomorrow. Can you wake up a little, Jon, when I talked to you yesterday, were you asleep?"
Stephen held a few small Christmas tree pendants in his hand, ready to hang them on the four of their bed curtains.
"I forgot, I've been too busy recently."
Jon touched his forehead and looked at Stephen, "Do you want to go home with me, or go back to your own house first?"
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