For the principals who lived in portraits all year round, they would be the first to know when something interesting happened in the Hogwarts or the Magic World. It was the source of their only source of joy.
And these were the things that could attract their attention the most. They were even more useful than some official matters.
Naughty Ghost obviously understood the principals' style very well. As he expected, after he told them the news, everyone began to discuss enthusiastically.
Even for the principals, Hagrid's behavior of raising a dragon was worth gossiping about.
And when the atmosphere gradually became harmonious and joyous, Dumbledore returned.
It was unknown which principal shouted, but the atmosphere in the entire office suddenly became cold and indifferent. Even Naughty Ghost obediently floated beside the desk.
"Good afternoon, Naughty Ghost."
Dumbledore very politely nodded to Naughty Ghost. "How's the situation in the crypt?"
"There's still no movement, Principal."
Naughty Ghost routinely reported, "The Dragon's Breath Lantern didn't give any feedback, but the waves inside still exist. I think Jon is fine."
"Then continue to observe."
Dumbledore sat back in his seat, but began to flip through the things on the desk. "You'll have to work a little harder these days. Pay more attention to the situation below."
Naughty Ghost nodded, turned around, and burrowed under the floor.
On Dumbledore's desk was the most recent report from the Ministry of Magic. Foggy had sent him a copy. Obviously, the recent rumors and Nico Lemour's death had put a lot of psychological pressure on the Minister of Magic.
But … these weren't problems to worry about right now. It was better to let Foggy deal with them first.
Recently, it seemed that because of the calm before the storm, Quirrell suddenly wasn't as active as before. This kind of calm made Dumbledore feel a little uneasy.
Although everything was under his control, it was impossible for him to make Quirrell his puppet.
Although this entire plan had started when Quirrell first met with Voldemort, he had tried to guide Quirrell back to the right path. Unfortunately, Quirrell didn't understand the meaning behind his words and turned around to throw himself into Voldemort's embrace.
Perhaps he was also in the wrong, but Dumbledore did not feel that Quirrell's actions were worthy of pity.
In his heart, Dumbledore felt that he had done what he should have done.
Even a child of Jon's age would understand what should be done and what shouldn't be done. He would also be able to distinguish between various situations. Quirrell shouldn't have acted like this.
Could it be that an adult couldn't see things as clearly as a child?
Although he also knew that Jon was not an ordinary child.
However, Quirrell was no ordinary adult.
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Dragon Soul Crypt.
In the darkness, there was a flow of air.
Jon stood there quietly with the wind lantern in his hand. He didn't know what was coming. It was half possible that it was Helga, and half possible that it was something else.
A transparent figure walked out of the darkness in front of Jon. Fortunately, it was Helga.
However, the Helga standing in front of Jon had a youthful appearance.
Jon looked at the transparent figure in front of him and opened his mouth.
Seeing that Jon had no reaction, she was first stunned, and then she revealed an expression of understanding.
Under the cover of the Hibernating Dragon Barrier, no one could make a sound.
In the next moment, Helga's voice rang out in Jon's mind.
"Don't resist."
A somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar voice spoke in Jon's mind, "I am using the power of the Hibernating Dragon Barrier to connect my voice into your soul.
From now on, don't ask anything and follow me. "
Helga's figure did not express anything, and Jon did not ask any more questions. Carrying the wind lantern, he followed.
Where were they going?
The question lingered in Jon's heart, but in the end, he did not ask in his soul.
He did not know how long Helga's figure could exist. Under the power of the Hibernating Dragon Barrier, even the backup plan that Helga had left behind would not be able to interfere with the operation of the barrier for a long time.
The road ahead was as dark as ever.
In the enclosed space, a gentle wind suddenly blew over.
But when this warm wind brushed past Jon's face, his expression suddenly became ugly.
In this space, there were only two situations that could bring about wind. One was that something in the space had collapsed, and the other was that the space was breathing.
At this moment, it was naturally something in this space that was breathing. If Jon was not wrong, it should be the dragon soul that was sealed here.
In the magic world, even the soul had the ability to interfere with the real world. For a creature as large as a dragon, although the breathing of the soul was not necessary, it was indeed a habit.
And just an unconscious habit could cause interference with the wind in the real world.
In this way, the pressure in Jon's heart multiplied.
The deeper they went, the greater the pressure this dark space brought.
Helga's transparent skirt had never disappeared from Chown's sight. In such a dark space, there was only a hint of transparency, but it did exist and gave Chown a sense of security.
With every step he took, the strange feeling in his heart deepened.
It was as if there was something hidden in front of him. That thing was calling out to him, telling him to hurry forward and take a look at it.
This made Jon a little suspicious. The existence of Helga in front of him made him a little suspicious.
This Helga... Was it real?
This kind of suspicion flashed through his heart and was quickly broken by himself.
If it was not Helga, then it was an illusion caused by his own heart. And in the training that Helga had given him in the past, there was a course to deal with this kind of illusion.
After all, the world was so big. In order for Jon to be able to protect himself in danger that was impossible to guard against, this was a necessary preparation.
"We're here."
Just as Jon was about to start using some methods to test the authenticity of this Helga in front of him, Helga's voice rang in his mind.
Jon raised his head following the voice. He found that the wind lantern in his hand was not as bright as before, but perhaps it was because the surroundings had become brighter.
In front of him was a small "bedroom".
The silver "Stardust" that occupied a wall appeared in front of him, emitting a gentle light that was not dazzling, but it made Jon very surprised.
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