"Headmaster, how do I get in?"
Jon stood in front of the door, not knowing what to do.
Because he really did not know how to get in, and the "sun" inside made him feel a little scared.
"Don't worry, other than the prohibition of magic, there are no problems that are too difficult to solve."
Dumbledore said softly. Since he had already come this far, there was no turning back.
Jon also knew this. Of course, he could leave, but the effect of the potion would not last much longer.
Before the purification effect disappeared, Jon had to use the potion a third time.
Speaking of which, his confidence in this place was all about Helga.
He believed that this legendary witch who had lived for thousands of years would not harm him.
"Well then, Professor, please wait for me, I'll go in now."
Jon touched the ring and prepared to go in.
He had already changed into a tight-fitting outfit under his robe to avoid inconvenience.
After all, if he could not use magic, he could still get out by running.
"Take this."
Dumbledore snapped his fingers and took out a smaller wind lantern from somewhere, then put a little flame in it.
"If you can't get out, light this up. It can light up the way for you and help you find your way out. When you get back to the door, break this lamp. I'll know your situation and will be waiting for you outside."
Jon took the wind lantern, nodded, then pulled open the wooden door and walked into the bottomless darkness.
...
This was not a good place.
There was no place where magic elements were prohibited, and every inch of magic in Jon's body was very precious.
In the Enchantment of the Sleeping Dragon, the dragon soul was sleeping.
The basic power of the enchantment came from this, and it used the magic elements floating around the school to strengthen the enchantment itself. This way, not only did it ensure that the enchantment would last for a long time, but it also ensured that it would not cause the problem of energy accumulation due to too little use. It was a very delicate design.
Standing in this small space, Jon did not see the light that appeared in his perception earlier. Perhaps it was some kind of magic trace that could not be seen with the naked eye, but Jon did not dare to casually open his perception field at this moment.
There was no Dumbledore here to help him, and he was also worried about the consequences of activating his force field in such a place. Injuries were secondary, and the magic power in his body might not be able to withstand the consumption. Even the Red Archbishop back then could not withstand it, and now he did not dare to try.
So in the darkness, Jon twisted open his ring and took out the last tube of medicine.
This time, there was no need to prepare any other rituals.
When the medicine had taken effect in his body the previous two times, it had already paved the way. This time, it was only left to use the last bit of the medicine to push the effect to the peak.
It had to be said that the path that Helga had arranged for Jon was perfect.
Jon brought the test tube with the medicine to his mouth. Then, he pressed the plug on the test tube with a little force.
The medicine entered his mouth.
…
"Dumbledore, why did you come up so quickly?"
Snape, who was standing at the entrance of the library, was surprised to see Dumbledore suddenly appear in front of him.
After all, it had not been too long since Jon went down. Dumbledore coming out at this time was not part of the plan.
"Didn't you say to wait for Jon to come out?"
"There's no need to wait for Jon to come out. I have thought of a better idea. I can let him call me when he comes out."
Dumbledore waved his hand, and the entrance of the cave behind him returned to its original state.
"When Jon comes out, I will use the Phantom Transference to enter directly. There is no need to walk from here."
Snape did not object to this. After all, who knew how long Jon had gone in, and Dumbledore could not possibly wait there forever.
He originally thought that Dumbledore would find some people to guard here, but he did not expect Dumbledore to be so direct.
"Then will something happen?"
Snape asked worriedly.
Jon was indeed to his liking. He was the only one among the students who could converse with him. When all the other students were subservient to him or hated him, Jon was his only friend among the students.
Or rather, in the entire Hogwarts, Jon was his only friend.
Dumbledore was his superior, the professors were his colleagues, and the students were his subordinates.
But Jon was different. He could negotiate with Dumbledore face to face, and would be polite when it was appropriate. What made Snape feel that he was different from the other students was that Jon had always treated him as an equal.
There was no fear, and no strange looks. To Snape, this was very rare.
Due to the "friendship" between friends, Snape was willing to show a little more concern when it came to Jon.
"Don't worry, Mischievous will come by regularly."
Dumbledore whispered a few words to Snape, then left the library and walked to the eighth floor.
Snape also left the library. He waved his magic wand and locked the library, then went downstairs.
It was obvious that the principal and director had their own matters to attend to.
…
In the darkness, there was no concept of time.
Jon did not know how long he had slept here. He leaned against the cold stone wall, and when he woke up, his body did not feel any particular discomfort.
Maybe it was the effect of the medicine.
He stood up, raised his wrist, and wanted to look at the watch on his wrist, but found that the hands of the watch had stopped moving long ago.
The faint light on the hands was rather obvious in the darkness. Jon clearly remembered that when he drank the medicine, the hands on his watch stopped at this position.
Even the second hand did not skip.
This watch had long been enchanted by him, so that it could resist the interference of Hogwarts on these items. But now, in this place, it was violently frozen.
He quickly figured out what was going on. In this space, the concept of time had been blurred. This so-called blurring was not caused by a person's mind, but by the law. Of course, time was still moving normally, but people could not experience the movement of time in such an environment. The hands of the watch were no longer moving, the sand in the hourglass was no longer falling, and a person's breathing did not cause any fluctuations.
It was as if time was frozen.
But this was not really frozen, people could still move around in this space. After all, this was a prison.
So, in the dark tunnel, Jon picked up the small wind lantern in his hand.
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