When he saw Naughty Ghost in the castle, the latter was scribbling on the wall.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Jon looked at the meaningless scribbles on the wall and suddenly felt a headache coming on.
"Isn't the Hogwarts' consciousness already in the process of recovering? Why do you keep playing pranks?"
"What do you know? This is my persona. In the past so many years, my image as a prankster has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts. How can it be so easy to change?
If I suddenly become normal now, it will easily attract the attention of others, so for the sake of conservatism, I'd better live as crazy as before. "
"It's been hard on you."
Naughty Ghost felt that the pity in Jon's eyes was more and more like an eyesore, so he hurriedly changed the topic.
"What are you doing in the castle? Do you have something important to say to Dumbledore again? ' I can help you pass on the message. "
His abnormal behavior made Jon feel that something was wrong.
"Dumbledore, he, he's not in school right now, is he?"
If Dumbledore was in school, Naughty Ghost would definitely not refuse to let him meet with Dumbledore. After all, if he really had something to say to Dumbledore, Naughty Ghost could not bear the responsibility of delaying this matter.
"You don't know?"
This time it was Naughty Ghost's turn to be surprised. "Dumbledore left the Hogwarts three days ago. Although I don't know what happened, it should be something important. If you really have something to say, I suggest you write to him directly. Although no one knows where he is, I think the owls will find him."
After hearing his words, Jon shook his head.
"Forget it, it's nothing important. It's just that I haven't seen Dumbledore in a long time and want to talk to him."
He turned and left, leaving Naughty Ghost behind, looking at his back with a confused expression.
Naughty Ghost naturally wouldn't believe Jon's excuse.
Based on his understanding of Jon, this student with a profound background had always been very resistant to interacting with Dumbledore. Although he didn't know why, there was absolutely no possibility of him suddenly changing his temperament.
He suddenly came to Dumbledore because he thought of something important, right?
But even so, Naughty Ghost didn't chase after him.
He had already told Jon to write to Dumbledore directly if there was anything.
Before Christmas, Naughty Ghost had to make sure that there was no trouble in the Hogwarts, not Jon's mood.
Moreover, in his impression, Jon was never a person who would be troubled by certain things.
Isn't Cecatly here?
His ears twitched, and suddenly he heard footsteps not far away. Seeing the Hogwarts, the early rising students were getting closer and closer, Naughty Ghost quickly changed back to his other face.
So when the students saw him, they subconsciously turned around and walked around him, not coming close at all.
Naturally, the students didn't see Jon's back when he just left.
When Jon left, he should've told him to use the Illusion Spell again. Naughty Ghost looked at Jon's back that had already disappeared around the corner and thought regretfully.
...
Jon didn't leave the castle.
He wandered around the castle aimlessly, looking at the portraits that suddenly appeared or disappeared, and the students who had just gotten up and were preparing to eat breakfast in the dining hall.
Actually, it was a bit late to wake up at this time, right?
Jon couldn't remember when was the last time he ate breakfast in the Hogwarts dining hall. Now, his relationship with the school was getting weaker and weaker. Apart from the fact that he was Hufflepuff's student, there was only the blood in his body that still maintained his unbreakable relationship with the school.
But this relationship wasn't solid.
After walking around the corridor a few times, Jon suddenly remembered something.
He seemed to have promised Mr. Filch to help him get rid of his identity as a dud and relearn magic, and used this as a condition in exchange for some help. But now it seemed that the help had been fulfilled, but the promised conditions hadn't been paid.
But to be honest, Jon had really forgotten about this matter.
Too many things had happened during this period of time, and this matter wasn't even considered as important to him.
And this matter was more or less difficult to solve. Dumbledore said that even he couldn't do anything about it. Jon felt that this was just an excuse. As a legendary Wizard, even if he used some special means, it wasn't impossible to do this.
He just didn't want to.
But it was better to wait until he came out of the headmaster's office.
He walked and walked, avoiding the crowd. Although he was still under the effect of the Phantom Spell, it was never wrong to be careful.
Along the way to the eighth floor, the stone statue at the door didn't even stop Jon when it saw him, nor did it give him any commands. Jon casually knocked on the door twice to see if there was anyone inside.
But the door quietly opened, and he walked in. There was no one inside.
Jon stood there and looked around.
When he came here before, most of the time, it was at night, so he never looked at this room carefully. But now, with the light coming in from the outside, he felt that this room was quite bright.
If he looked carefully, this was a spacious and beautiful round room, full of all kinds of funny little voices.
On the slender table, there were many strange silverware, which spun and puffed out small puffs of smoke. The walls were full of portraits of the old headmasters and headmasters of the past, and they were all softly snoring in their respective frames.
On a cabinet board behind the reception table, there was a tattered and wrinkled sorting hat.
"Hello? Wake up, don't pretend to be asleep. "
It was fine if the old headmasters were pretending to be asleep, but why would a hat need to sleep?
"Even if your identity is different, please show due respect to your seniors."
The Sorting Hat said indifferently. It was obvious that he was still resentful about the matter at the beginning.
"You're okay, magic items don't have the concept of life, so it's still the same question, do you want me to help you take a bath?"
The sorting hat stood there quietly and didn't say a word.
Silent resistance was definitely useless, so Jon took out the magic wand he hadn't used for a long time from his ring. Before the tip of the wand touched the hat, the hat in front of him finally spoke.
"What do you want?"
Jon moved his chin, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well, I'm here to ask about something."
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