After going one round, Jon locked his gaze on a principal on the left side of the wall.
This principal, as well as Principal Daisy on his left, were both targets that Chown had chosen from the very beginning. This was something that couldn't be helped. After all, Principal Daisy was a very outstanding healer who couldn't be ignored, and Principal Phineas Black had an extremely ancient family heritage.
It was not that Jon did not want to choose an even more ancient principal, but these principals had either lost a lot of their memories due to too much time, or their professional fields were not very similar to what Jon was looking for.
And the Black family obviously had some achievements in the field of magic potions. At least the reason why Principal Phineas liked Snape had a lot to do with Snape's talent in magic potions.
"Say, principal, did you realize that when you were pretending to be asleep, your eyelids were very tight?"
Jon knocked on Phineas' portrait frame and said softly.
A few soft chuckles came from the principal's office. Actually, many principals had already woken up from their deep sleep, but pretending to be asleep was something they were very good at. When there were outsiders in the principal's office, they would always pretend to be asleep.
It was a pity that this kind of pretending to be asleep could not fool Jon. He knew all too well what these principals were like normally, so he naturally knew what the problem was when they pretended to be asleep.
But this kind of behavior was obviously impolite.
Especially to Phineas, this principal hated students who thought they were smart the most. Although Jon was not in this category, he could still get by.
It was just that he did not dare to do anything. After all, Helga's presence was very strong.
Not to mention, the female principals were already suppressing him.
So he slowly woke up from his pretended state of sleep and acted surprised at Jon's arrival.
"Aiyo, little Jon, it's been a long time. How's your work, what brings you here today?"
"Mm, it's like this, I do have something to ask you."
Jon looked at Phineas in the portrait with a smile, his bad intentions written all over his face.
"If you have something to say, just say it. But don't think you can get anything from this old man. I have always been fair and just, so I have to get some benefits."
Phineas put on a crafty expression, but he didn't expect that his request would be exactly what Jon wanted.
Jon had never thought of getting something from these headmasters without paying a price. After all, they weren't Dumbledore or Grindvall. They didn't have any dealings with Jon.
"Of course, I think I can offer you a very good deal. What do you think of helping Mr. Siris Black leave Azkaban?"
As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the principal's office immediately became quiet and heavy.
Almost all the portraits of the headmasters remained silent, but they were all listening to Chown's words.
Because these people knew how irresistible Jon's offer was to Phineas.
But at the same time, helping Siris Black leave Azkaban was not an easy task.
However, did Jon really need to do this himself?
Jon was the person who was most familiar with the plot of the story. Knowing that Black would escape Azkaban next year, he hoped to gain some benefits through this matter, even though he would have already left by then.
In fact, Jon still had a good impression of Sirius, especially his name.
After studying ancient Egyptian miracles for a long time, he also had a good impression of Sirius. After all, in ancient Egyptian mythology, Sirius was very important. All the temples were arranged according to the trajectory he drew in the sky. Even the construction of the passages and vents of the pyramids was so that they could see this star during the day. Naturally, Jon also had a good impression of Sirius, so he also had a good impression of Sirius.
In fact, the name Sirius had always been passed down in the Black family. Just like Phineas's brother and his son, Sirius, who had passed down this name, was also looked forward to by the whole family.
Magic families in the West always valued honor and inheritance very much, and Sirius Black, who symbolized the inheritance of the Black family, not only passed down the name Sirius, but also the bloodline of the entire Black family.
Therefore, the fact that he was imprisoned in Azkaban was a huge blow to Phineas.
But at least he was still alive, wasn't he?
"What do you want?"
Phineas's voice became serious. Obviously, Jon's offer had moved him too much. If possible, he would even provide a lot of convenience for Jon, but now he was just a portrait. Other than what he knew, he could not give Jon anything else.
"I want all the ancient magic recovery potion formulas that you have in your possession. I know you definitely have them. After all, as the successor of the Black family and the headmaster of the Hogwarts, these things are not kept a secret from you."
"Oh, Jon, then why didn't you come to me?"
Before Phineas could speak, Darius, who was beside him, attracted Jon's attention.
"Oh, of course your healing magic is very good, but I don't want to learn healing magic. I only need magic potions, the faster the better. Do you have the formulas with you?"
"Of course she doesn't. She's only good at healing magic, and is not outstanding when it comes to the composition of magic potions. I think you should still talk to me."
At this point, the outcome was already decided.
There was no need for further discussion. After Jon made his promise, Phineas passed on some of the magic potion formulas that he knew through magic.
Before this, Chao En had never known that the portrait could be enchanted.
So when he saw Phineas pull out a thread of memory from his brain and weave it into a piece of cloth, he was very surprised.
Was this not against the rules of magic?
But then, the magic that he thought was magic came to an abrupt end.
Phineas asked him to use magic to draw a picture frame, and cut off two symmetrical corners of the portrait and put them in the frame. After Jon did all this, the picture frame in his hand contained the formula he wanted.
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