Sirius had never thought that he would be intimidated by someone so much younger than him.
But he had to admit that at that moment, he clearly felt the huge pressure from Jon. That pressure was rooted in strength. He could not beat this person, just like he had felt from Dumbledore.
Therefore, he also knew that being able to make a deal with the ancestors of his family was something that not everyone could do.
This person must have the bloodline and strength that his ancestors were convinced of.
For example, Voldemort who had the bloodline of Slythrin, and the person in front of him who had the bloodline of Hufflepuff.
"I'll give you time to think about it, but if you still insist on being stubborn, I'll adjust the next plan." Looking at the silent Sirius in front of him, Jon had lost his patience. "You can choose not to accept the way out that I've given you, but do you know the consequences of going against my plan?"
He turned around and disappeared. Many of the portraits in the room cast a disappointed look at Sirius, and a few of them even disappeared from their frames.
But one person did not leave.
She did not curse like she usually did.
"Sirius."
She spoke in a soft, motherly tone.
"I want to talk to you, from the perspective of a mother, and from the perspective of a pure-blood family that has been passed down for many years. I know you may hate your identity, but there are some things that you have to bear.
We need you to face it — I still have your father, and your dead brother. Maybe I haven't said much to you, and as a mother, I may be neglecting my duty, but, Sirius, we are all here. "
Sirius looked up at his mother. In this dark portrait, his mother revealed a rare loving face, which made him feel very unfamiliar.
He could not remember when was the last time he saw his mother's loving expression. It seemed to be before he entered the Hogwarts? It seemed that ever since he became a student of Gryffindor, his mother's smile towards him had decreased a lot.
So he opened his mouth.
Said.
…
No one knew what kind of conversation had taken place in that room, but Sirius had remained strangely, as if his mother had not cursed him.
Jon didn't care about these things.
After leaving Grimmauld Square, he went to Dumbledore's office. Phineas arrived a little faster than him. Shuttling through the portraits didn't take time. By the time he appeared in the office, Phineas had already told Dumbledore everything that had happened.
"I didn't know you were such a quick talker, President Phineas."
Jon sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
When he did what he did just now, he was indeed a little out of control. After bringing in his personal emotions, it was impossible to do everything perfectly. However, at the last moment, he did not say those hurtful words.
"Your execution was very surprising, so I had to hurry over and inform Dumbledore. If there were any problems with your mental state, it would be difficult to clean up," said Phineas.
Although he completely agreed with what Jon had said in Grimmauld Square, he was, after all, the president of the Hogwarts. He had to follow Dumbledore's instructions.
Dumbledore hoped that he could help take care of Jon's mental state, so he naturally had to pay more attention.
"Mental state? Professor Dumbledore, do you think I have a mental illness? "
"Oh, of course I don't think so. It's just that some time ago, Grimmauld and I discussed about your mental state. According to our understanding, you have seen too many things, and your strength has increased too quickly. It will indeed make your mental state unstable, and it is easy to have some anxious mental states and external symptoms. That's why I asked Phineas to help take care of it. I hope you don't mind."
"That's not a big deal."
Jon looked at Dumbledore in surprise. He originally thought that Dumbledore would criticize him for what he said to Sirius, but in the end, he didn't.
"Don't you think that what I said to Sirius was a little out of line?"
"I think it's okay. From the perspective of a complete bystander, you didn't do anything wrong in this matter. Some things do require some strong means to wake him up. Otherwise, he will be immersed in the illusion of the past and refuse to wake up. I think that your method may not be a bad one."
Jon looked at Dumbledore and sighed.
"You're always like this. You're always saying ambiguous things to lead others to think in the direction you want them to think."
"But you have to admit that this method is very effective."
Dumbledore raised his hand and knocked on the table with his fingertips.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Watermelon juice. I can't drink much."
"Maybe you can try something else. Maybe you'll like …"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jon.
"Don't beat around the bush, Mr. Principal. There's no need to beat around the bush. You're making me feel very uncomfortable."
Dumbledore smiled helplessly.
It was obvious that Jon was indeed very irritated because of this matter.
But what did this have to do with him?
He didn't need to think about these things now. Jon's arrangements had always been very meticulous. Not only did he say so, but Grindvall also thought so.
Therefore, all he had to do now was to follow Jon's arrangements and put on a show. Before he left, he was extremely relaxed.
But Jon was very tired.
He didn't understand why he inexplicably became the leader of everything. This matter had nothing to do with him, and he didn't have to get involved. He didn't expose himself to this kind of thankless task. No one knew who he was — except for the people of the Phoenix Society.
But these people flattered Dumbledore's orders and wouldn't expose his identity. He only needed to wait for Dumbledore to arrange everything, and then quietly promote his company to gain benefits. This was what a capitalist should do.
Instead of working for Dumbledore as he was doing now.
"I'm so tired."
"Don't say the word 'tired' so easily. Jon, you're an excellent Hufflepuff. We have high hopes for you."
Dumbledore looked at him and said with a smile. That smile looked like a smile of success.
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