Chapter 488
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Although the two of them were a little boastful when they said such things, Chown felt that there was nothing wrong with what Cecatly said when he thought about it carefully.
The reason why Grindelwald was willing to go out and help them find a solution to this crisis instead of staying to teach them more was mainly because there was nothing to teach.
Jon naturally didn't need to say much. What he learned was a whole set of training systems that Helga had developed for him. This content had been repeated many times, and there was no need to repeat it again.
As for Cecatly, it was entirely because her intelligence was too high. She had basically reached the point where she could understand theoretical knowledge with just a little bit. With her intelligence, there was basically no need for Grindelwald to teach her anything.
During the time that he imparted knowledge to the two of them, Grindelwald mainly taught them some aspects of looking at things and analyzing magic.
But this problem wasn't something that could be solved with just a little teaching.
Experience needed to be accumulated, and so did vision.
Some things needed to be accumulated continuously to get a good result. After trying for a while, Grindelwald finally realized this point. Then, after discussing with Dumbledore, he left Hogwarts.
No matter how good Hogwarts was, it wasn't a place that he would stay for long.
It was just like Godric Valley back then.
The main reason why Grindelwald came here was because of Dumbledore, but now Dumbledore didn't need his help. He just wanted to finish what he wanted to do, so there was nothing for him to do now.
"This idea of this experiment is not bad, and we have already promised Dumbledore to help resurrect Arianna. We can take advantage of this opportunity to practice how to send souls over there. If we can come up with a long-term plan, it will definitely be for the best."
There were many genius ideas that came out after two or three people discussed in a small room. In history, such situations were very common.
What they had to do next was wait for Grindelwald to return from outside and stabilize the overall structure of the Weave.
It was worth mentioning that Jon's initial idea had been realized. Thanks to Cecatly's help, Jon found a reasonable way to include Myrtle in the Weave monitoring system.
Although there was no point in pulling him in.
But at least he was able to affect Myrtle's mood a little and make her release a ghost into the washroom.
But because of the fear of the snake monster, Naughty Ghost didn't let the ghosts stay in the bathroom for too long. He just sent his ghosts to send a small shadow magic in, but the effect was not bad.
While Jon and the others were busy dealing with these matters, Harry, Hermione, and Ron weren't idle either.
Under the guise of Lohat, they took out books on potions from the forbidden book section and began to hide in the women's washroom, trying to make compound decoctions.
Judging from the images, the trio clearly believed that Draco Malfoy was the successor of the secret chamber. However, the concoction was too difficult for them to obtain, especially the raw materials required for the concoction, which they could not obtain at all.
"Just now, Lohat sent a message from the office asking if you need Snape to help them?"
"There's no need to help. Just turn a blind eye. Who knows what they're up to? But isn't there a Quidditch match tomorrow? "
"I think so. Why? Do you want to go and take a look? "
Jon shook his head. "I'm not interested in Quidditch at all. Although it's a very popular sport, it has nothing to do with me. You know, I don't like sports by nature."
"I can see that very few people can stay in this house for such a long time like you. To be honest, I haven't seen you leave the house a few times recently."
"Because it's too troublesome to run around."
Jon tried hard to think, but he really couldn't remember what would happen in the Quidditch match this time.
Some unimportant memories had already started to fade from his mind.
This was also why he had to leave for a while.
Without his interference, Harry Potter's third and fourth years should be very smooth, at least similar to the original work. In this way, he didn't have to spend so much effort to rewind everything back to the original work. In his mind, what happened in the last three years of Harry's life was still fresh in his mind.
Thus, it was another ordinary rainy day.
It wasn't until evening that the messenger elf suddenly appeared beside Jon's desk, and at the same time, brought a cup of hot coffee that Jon had asked for.
"Good night, Your Highness."
Hearing this address, Jon suddenly felt a headache coming on.
"Don't call me Your Highness. Haven't you been too close to Carlyle recently? How did you learn to call me that? "
"That's what the wise man in the family said. Today, I came here not only to pass on the message, but also to ask you something."
"We'll talk about it later. What message do you want to pass on?"
"It's like this." "Mr. Harry Potter was injured by a wandering ball during today's Quidditch match. He has been sent to the school hospital. Mr. Lockhart made a small mistake. He made the bones in Mr. Potter's arm disappear." Mr. Harry Potter was injured by a wandering ball during today's Quidditch match. He was sent to the school hospital.
"Oh, that's expected. It's not a big deal. Go ahead and keep an eye on them as usual." Jon took a sip of the hot coffee and felt his stomach warm up. He also felt a little better. "What's the other thing?"
"It's like this. The wise man heard that Headmaster Hufflepuff has made a new breakthrough. I can't say more, but you know what I'm talking about. So the wise man wants to ask, can the house elves in Hogwarts go there?"
"Go there?"
Jon was stunned for a moment and asked hesitantly.
"Do you want to go to another world?"
"It's like this. After all, although we live in Hogwarts, we are still not considered our own race. We only exist as subordinates of the Wizard. If we can be independent, even if it means going to a worse world, we won't hesitate."
Jon stared at the elf in front of him for a long time.
It wasn't until the coffee in his hand turned cold that he slowly withdrew his gaze.
"I understand your thoughts, but I can't make the decision on this matter. I will discuss with the ancestor Helga and see how to decide on this matter."
"That would be best. Good night, Your Highness."
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