Jon found that he had underestimated the size of this place.
The space here was not as small as he had imagined. On the contrary, the space here was very large.
It was probably only a little smaller than the auditorium in Hogwarts, but the space in it was divided a lot, so it didn't look that big.
Of course, this was not Jon's destination.
If he wanted to find what Helga asked him to find here, he had to find Helga first.
This sounded very awkward, but it was actually not difficult to understand.
Not long before coming here, Jon finally figured out why Helga didn't say anything and only left him a note to ask him to come here.
Naughty Ghost said that the person who presided over the construction of all the defense facilities in Hogwarts Castle was Helga. And in the Dragon Soul Crypt, the construction here was also completed by Helga alone, without the intervention of the other founders.
So if Helga left something here, it should be a very normal thing.
This witch was able to leave a backup plan for herself when she was alive, so there was no reason not to leave some backup plans here.
Based on his understanding and confidence in Helga, Jon really made up his mind.
Otherwise, with his character, even if he really wanted to come, he would wait until he had improved his strength.
However, the current situation was also very awkward because Chown didn't know what Helga had left behind. He could only take one step at a time and see what came next.
In this situation, it didn't matter how much time he wasted. As long as he could persevere in his search, he would keep searching until he found it.
Even Dumbledore had agreed to let him stay here. Could it be that he would fire him because he had wasted too much time here?
And fortunately, he had a good relationship with the professors in the school.
After a few turns, the road in front of Jon opened up.
Although there were no magic elements here, there was still air, and in this air, there was a stale smell.
And most importantly, Jon couldn't hear anything.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with Jon's body, but that the environment here had separated the sound from this place.
The sleeping dragon shall not be disturbed.
This place was even more straightforward. It was so straightforward that everything that could wake up a dragon was eliminated.
There was no sound, no light, no magic.
It was very difficult to wake up a sleeping dragon with physical attacks that could only be considered as tickling to dragons.
Furthermore, what existed here was not a real dragon, but a dragon's soul.
However, in such a quiet environment, even Jon found it unbearable.
No normal living person could stay in this kind of silence for a long time. This kind of feeling would cause them to lose their cognition of the normal world.
Even if Naughty Ghost was right, it would be hard for a specter to survive in such silence.
Therefore, Jon found it hard to imagine how the Red-robed Archbishop of the Holy See had managed to hold on for so long.
There was no water, no food, and only relying on the magic stored in the body, was it possible to do this?
The small wind lamp in Jon's hand was very dim. It could only illuminate a small area in front of him as he walked. And in the places where the light couldn't reach, there were all kinds of unknown oddities that had been bred over a long time.
As a Wizard who had seen death, Jon was of course not afraid of these oddities, but he couldn't even do anything here — the only thing he could do was to walk forward and firmly remember the way he came.
And wait, he didn't know when Helga would suddenly appear in front of him, or what traces Helga left behind.
Fortunately, his luck seemed to be good.
In the endless darkness, Jon, who was walking, suddenly stopped, and then he raised his head.
In the darkness, there seemed to be something walking towards him.
…
"Today is still a day without much movement."
Naughty Ghost did his routine, finished checking the situation in the Dragon Soul Crypt, and then returned to the headmaster's office.
It was already the fifth day since Jon entered the Dragon Soul Crypt.
According to common sense, a normal person who stayed in there for such a long time without food or water might die, but Wizard couldn't be judged by common sense. What really surprised Naughty Ghost was that he didn't think Jon could stay in there for so long.
"Is that kid's magic that deep?"
Dumbledore wasn't in the office at this time, but Naughty Ghost and the portraits on the wall obviously had a lot to talk about.
They were all old acquaintances, so there was no need to make things awkward. After these people stepped down as headmasters, there was no superior and subordinate between Naughty Ghost and them.
"A descendant who can be chosen by Headmaster Helga must be extraordinary."
A female headmaster hanging on the wall was not stingy with her words of praise. "Obviously, this little guy is much better than most students now."
"Yes, I hope nothing happens to him in the crypt."
A male principal chimed in, but the principal's focus was obviously not on this.
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Headmaster Helga for a long time. Do any of you know what she's doing?"
The other headmasters in the portraits shook their heads. Obviously, no one knew where Helga had gone.
Although Helga's portrait was usually gentle and didn't talk much, no one present had the guts to ask about her matters.
Even if everyone was a portrait, there was a food chain between the portraits. Only Dumbledore could ask about these things, but out of respect for the founder and seniors, Dumbledore wouldn't ask these questions.
The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. Even Naughty Ghost felt that there was a very strange aura floating in the air.
Even the headmasters seemed to have unknowingly begun to discover Headmaster Helga's prestige.
This was, of course, a good thing.
At least for Naughty Ghost, it was a good thing.
But now, the oppressive aura in the air really made him uncomfortable. Even when facing Professor Quirrell and Voldemort, he didn't feel this way.
This was a feeling similar to awkwardness.
Ever since he returned to the headmaster's office, he suddenly wasn't as cold as before.
He didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about something that happened in the school recently."
The headmasters all agreed, so Naughty Ghost said.
"I heard that there's a dragon in the school. Does anyone know about this?"
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