Snape felt that Dumbledore's sudden words were very strange.
"Of course Jon is not our enemy. Principal, what's wrong with you?"
Dumbledore shook his head and put down the teacup in his hand.
"Nothing much, I just suddenly thought of something."
He remained silent and put his thoughts aside for the time being.
"Actually, Severus, this is not the reason why I asked you to come here today."
"Is there something else that you need me to do?"
Snape's expression did not change. He even felt like yawning. "If it's about Mister Potter, you can just tell me directly."
"It's more or less about Potter, but not really." Dumbledore flipped through the report in his hand. "A few days ago, Mister Potter and his companions sent a dragon away from Hagrid. When they were returning, they were accidentally caught by Filch. Mileva gave them a very severe punishment, and in the near future, they will be confined in the Forbidden Forest."
"Is that so? That's a good thing. Our Mister Potter always does not follow the rules, but … "Snape smiled." Then again, if he follows the rules, that's actually a bad thing. "
"But, what does this have to do with me?"
Snape seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and his face was full of indifference.
Dumbledore stared at Snape. "Severus, of course you know what Voldemort has been doing in the Forbidden Forest recently."
The atmosphere suddenly quietened down. This was a very common thing. When two people were talking, they would eventually enter this state.
Because the two of them could not avoid talking about Harry, and to Snape, Harry was like the fuse of a powder keg. Once lit, it would explode.
The two of them naturally parted on bad terms again. Luckily, Dumbledore was busy, and so was Snape. This meeting did not last long.
…
In the Demonic Celestial Castle, after that conversation that did not last long, Jon came to the World Tree.
Helga had not woken up yet. He only left a little bit of consciousness outside, but perhaps there was a way for him to communicate with Helga.
This was because Helga's deep sleep could not be considered a meaningless sleep.
She was catalyzing the operation of the world.
Catalyzing the operation of the world was not considered sleeping. It was just that all of his energy was put into this matter, so he could not take care of other things.
To put it simply, if the world of the Demonic Immortal Castle was a ten-story steamer, then Jon's existence would be on the surface, and Helga would be at the bottom, only occasionally able to pass a little bit of consciousness through the steam.
However, with the volume of Helga's soul, it was enough for Jordan to only reveal a little.
Considering that he still had a meeting with Dumbledore, he wouldn't stay here for too long. He just wanted to make an appointment for the next meeting.
After all, everything had to be done according to Helga's convenience. Jon could still distinguish between big and small matters.
"But in fact, you can let me help you pass the message."
Dreyer floated beside Jon's ear and spoke respectfully.
"His Majesty doesn't come out at a fixed time, but as long as His Majesty comes out, I can receive the message."
This was indeed a better solution, as it completely solved the problem of Chown and Helga's time being out of sync.
But how was Dreyer going to inform him?
Chown cast his gaze at the elven chief, and the latter nodded slightly.
"You don't have to worry about this. As the Garden Elf of the Demonic Immortal Castle, I can attach my power to His Majesty's energy and then project it into your space. Although the power is very weak, it is still possible to pass the message. The key you have is the material to receive my message."
"That works," Jon thought for a moment, then nodded. "In that case, I can wait for you to inform me. I'll take my leave first."
Thinking of the meeting with Dumbledore at night, Jon had another headache.
Originally, this meeting could be easily and simply passed, but now it seemed that this was no longer possible.
Jon had to help Grindvall complete his plan, and the most important thing to do was to improve Dumbledore's impression of him.
This was a very difficult problem, because to be honest, Jon had no confidence in himself at all.
Although his relationship with Dumbledore was good, it was far from reaching the point where he could change Dumbledore's decision on certain matters.
And to put it bluntly, the matter between Grindvall and Dumbledore was very private, and it was really not suitable for an outsider like Jon to get involved.
He felt that it was very strange. For this kind of thing, why didn't Grindvall directly go to Dumbledore? Why did he have to let an outsider be the mouthpiece between them?
Especially when the mouthpiece itself was not reliable. Jon really didn't understand where Grindvall's confidence came from. Perhaps it was because of his trust in Helga. Of course, Jon admitted that Helga had an extraordinary influence on him.
But this influence was based on the fact that Helga's decisions were all for Jon's sake. Moreover, the reason why Jon could give 100% trust to Helga was because he was confident that all the decisions made by Helga were for his own good.
This kind of trust was not only based on bloodline, but also his comprehensive judgment of all the actions that Helga had done in the past.
In this world, it was difficult to find a second person like Helga who would do anything for him without asking for anything.
And this was the most important reason why Jon had a sense of belonging to this world.
After all, he wasn't an emotionless robot.
And in addition to this reason, he now wanted to see the other reasons.
He got up from the bed, tidied up his clothes, held the wand in his hand, cast a Phantom Spell on himself, and then went out.
This set of smooth movements had become Chown's daily routine. During this period of time, he had been using the Phantom Charm and the Revealing Charm at an extremely high frequency. He could even cast these two charms without a staff.
How should it be said, it should be considered practice makes perfect.
Jon raised his hand and tidied his hair invisibly. Then, he rose from his small courtyard and flew toward the towering castle not far away.
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