Chown indeed had the ability to talk to people and talk to ghosts. Although he had no choice but to fight for his rights with Dumbledore, when it came to Grindelwald, he became a yes-man.
This wasn't a bad thing. After all, Dumbledore had too many scruples and didn't dare to do anything to him. Grindelwald was a legendary Wizard and a legendary Black Wizard. If he wanted to do something to Jon, wouldn't it be a piece of cake?
It was just that Jon still guarded his boundaries and didn't make it too obvious.
But even so, Grindelwald still felt uncomfortable.
After so many years, he didn't care about this anymore. Compared to now, he admired Jon's confident look more. That was why when he heard about the Hufflepuff Family, he was only slightly surprised.
Because he didn't expect Jon to have such a background.
Although the so-called family name wasn't worth much to a legendary Wizard, some respect had to be given.
Even if it was to his senior, Madam Hufflepuff — this was the pride of the legendary Wizard.
But now wasn't the time to talk about this.
"You don't have to link me to Dumbledore. We used to have a good relationship, but after I was locked up here, it wasn't like that anymore."
Jon didn't take this seriously. He was the one who knew the relationship between the two legendary Wizard. How could he let go of such a good opportunity?
He wouldn't do anything if he said some nice words!
Thus, one pretended to be neither servile nor overbearing, but actually wanted to go along with the other. The conversation between the two went further and further away. In the end, they couldn't return to their original goal.
"But we still have a long time in the future, so this isn't a big deal. It's rare to have someone to talk to me for so long. Maybe you can ask me if you have any questions in the future."
These words were half sincere and half fake. Other than that, it was also because of Dumbledore.
He probably sincerely hoped that Jon could help him pass some information to Dumbledore. Jon naturally wouldn't refuse. This was a good thing.
Regardless of whether the Legend was sincere or not, it could at least guarantee that Jon's life would not be threatened.
This was the most important thing. As for the 'benefits' that Grindvall promised, Jon didn't really care about it.
He was trying to curry favor for himself now, but when Helga woke up from his deep slumber, he would have the backing of a genuine demigod. Would he still lack such benefits?
And the reason why Jon left now was very simple. It was because it was almost dawn.
Grindvall didn't mind, but Jon was too weak right now. It was best to send him back before dawn.
There were still many things that he would need in the future, so he couldn't treat him casually now.
Thus, the exchange ended happily.
"Right, since it's Christmas, it's not good to let you go back empty-handed."
In front of Jon's gradually fading figure, Grindvall seemed to have suddenly thought of something.
"Take this, it's a Christmas present for you."
He seemed to have grabbed something from the air and stuffed it into Jon's soul.
"Merry Christmas, little guy."
…
This Christmas wasn't happy at all.
Because of the battle of wits and courage, Jon was mentally exhausted. When he woke up from his sleep, the first thing he felt was a hard thing being stuffed into his hand.
— — A Christmas present from Grindvall. At the same time, it reminded him that the contents weren't just a dream.
"What the hell is all this!?"
Jon helplessly sighed, feeling that his life was full of setbacks.
Obviously, he wanted to keep a low profile and live a low-key life. Why was he involved in such a mess for no reason?
If he had known that delivering a letter would attract Grindvall's attention, he would have just delivered the letter directly to the Nurmengard Tower.
Wouldn't it save Lille the trouble of making a trip to that time?
However, things had already developed to this point. Jon had no other choice but to accept it.
This matter had come to an end.
Immediately afterward, Jon lowered his head and looked at his palm.
It was a broken piece of stone that was a finger thick. Perhaps it once belonged to a complete stone tablet.
On the palm-sized stone, there were mysterious words written in ancient magic. In the twisted and unfamiliar runes, each symbol exuded a faint sharpness and weight. A tingling and oppressive feeling appeared at the same time, making Jon feel extremely uncomfortable.
It was like some kind of creature hidden in the deep sea. He couldn't see its full appearance, but the invisible oppressive feeling directly multiplied.
With just a glance, he knew that this thing was absolutely precious.
Those "words" should be the notes written by the ancient Wizard. From the information that Helga gave him, it should be from seven to eight hundred years ago. Although the magic contained in it had completely dissipated, the traces left behind by the law were not washed away by time.
This was one of the sources of Jon's discomfort. The traces of the law made the trace in his soul feel replenished and eager to try to come out. If it weren't for Jon's Guardian Angel firmly sealing it, the remnant of the law on the stone tablet would be swallowed up, and this stone tablet could be considered as useless.
However, at the same time, Jon felt that this was familiar.
He rubbed the cold stone tablet in his hand, carefully looking for the source of this familiar feeling.
This feeling was definitely not because of the existence of the law.
This familiar feeling was as if he was facing Helga. Considering that Grindvall would never give him a completely useless thing, Jon had a bold guess.
He stroked the carved pattern at the corner of the stone tablet and began to use synesthesia to check the pattern.
It was the pattern of the World Tree.
If this stone tablet came from a senior of the Hufflepuff family, then it wasn't impossible for Grindvall to give this thing to Jon.
And in Jon's deduction, this was the most likely possibility.
After all, with Grindvall's status, it was impossible for him to collect something that had no origin.
Perhaps this stone tablet could bring him a lot of help.
Moreover, it was time to use the purified potion. If he used it now, it might be possible to increase the potion's effect.
When Jon was trying to project his consciousness into the stone tablet, Kalidi's voice came from outside the door.
"Master, Young Master Statham is here."
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