The cold was always an important factor in waking people up.
Being stimulated by the cold, Jon was pulled out of the mysterious feeling just now.
In that instant, he almost threw the crown in his hand away.
Fortunately, his hand was steady.
"That was close. I was busy for the whole afternoon and neglected the thing inside the crown."
Voldemort's soul fragment was not something Jon could come into contact with right now.
But this also proved that Helga's protection measures were effective. Jon did not have to worry about his safety in the future.
Putting the crown back on the statue, Jon quickened his pace and left the hall.
… …
At night, the empty Hufflepuff Magic Research Society's public self-study room once again welcomed all the members who could manage it.
Ed Cully was still as cold as usual. When Sophia arrived, he was sitting behind the chairman's seat with a serious expression. There was even a management manual on the table.
"Senior, you're early."
Sofia placed a few parchment scrolls on the table. Seeing that Sofia had arrived, Ed closed the manual.
"I have nothing to do anyway. Speaking of which, as the next chairman, you seem to be very relaxed recently?"
"It's all thanks to you, senior. The basic order of the society has already been established. Of course, I just need to sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor!"
"Oh, that's true."
Sophia glanced at Ed. She did not have any hope for this unappreciative nerd. She turned around and walked to the wall of the self-study room and knocked on it.
Not long after, she came back with a plate.
"Here, your lemon tea."
"Thank you."
Sophia did not care about his perfunctory thanks at all. This man had always been like this. He only cared about his studies and work.
Nerd.
She held a cup of iced chocolate milk and sat in the secretary's seat.
Then, the meeting began.
Yes, currently, only the two of them were in charge of the society.
The main reason was that the sixth and seventh grade students had to prepare for the final exam. This exam was much more difficult than the fifth grade O.W.L.S.
"Wait until next year. Those brats in the fifth grade are not bad, and there are also a few outstanding ones in the fourth grade. You can choose and put them in the empty seats."
"Don't worry, I know what to do. The next Secretary-General will be Truman. Is that okay?"
Ai De nodded in agreement. "His ability is sufficient, and his standard is outstanding. Naturally, there won't be a problem."
He paused for a moment, then said, "I'm handing the academy over to you."
"If you don't know how to speak, then shut up."
Sophia glared at Ai De before she took her things and left.
"Give the cup back to the house elf!"
Ai De looked at the leaving figure and sighed helplessly.
Why are you angry again?!
…
The night was the best time to do some shady things.
In the silent Hogsmeade Village, only the sound of rain falling from the sky could be heard.
The rain seemed to have enveloped the village in a painting. Together with the silent Hogwarts Castle, it looked like a medieval oil painting.
Beyer walked through the rain and turned into Kelly's shop.
"How is it? Still no news? "
Kelly, who had been waiting here for a long time, anxiously greeted him. As a place that dealt with intelligence, she had not had any customers for several days.
It was as if all the customers had forgotten about her at the same time.
However, not only did she not have any customers, but she also did not receive any news from the Americans.
In such a situation, even a fool would know that they were being targeted.
"I can't go out. Once I reach the border, it's like walking into a fog. No matter how I walk, I will always come back."
Beyer's expression was still calm, but his tone sounded much more anxious.
He knew that he could not go out completely because someone had planted a suggestion in him.
However, what he learned was the most proficient system in creating illusions and planting suggestions in the American black magic.
How ironic.
"Is there?"
The shop door was suddenly pushed open and a person shrouded in a black cloak walked in.
He spoke perfect British English and walked in from the door to Kelly and Beyer.
"Sir." Kelly forced a smile. "What did you say?"
"I am not talking to you."
The man under the cloak looked past Kelly's beautiful curves and looked at Beyer.
"Do you find it ironic?"
Beyer's heart turned cold.
This should be the Wizard who had planted a suggestion in him.
"Sir, friend, I don't think we have any grudges."
He forced a smile and won, but his hand in his pocket was already holding the magic wand.
If he moved slightly, the Death Seeking Curse would immediately be activated.
He was not his stupid junior who studied music.
"If I were you, I would choose to do nothing now."
Under the black cloak, Snape took out a pocket watch and shook it out of his sleeve.
"Black Wizard from America, Beyer Shlane, Kelly Preston, I regret to inform you that you have crossed the line."
Before he finished speaking, Beyer waved his magic wand.
However, the difference in power was obvious. A Wizard with Snape's power would not be able to move even if he stood there and let him hit him.
"Sigh."
He dodged the Death Seeking Curse with a slight movement. Snape raised his eyebrows and sighed softly.
"The Black Sorcerers of America are indeed uncivilized savages."
He moved his hand slightly and the magic that Dumbledore had cast on the pocket watch was instantly activated. The entire pocket watch instantly disintegrated as if it had been corroded by time and turned into dust in the blink of an eye.
Then, Beyer fainted as if he had been hit by a heavy blow.
Kelly, who was weaker, was already sitting on the ground, paralyzed.
Unlike Beyer, she had been here for many years and was very familiar with Severus Snape.
He was someone who had once followed the Black Devil King and later became a teacher at Hogwarts.
The people who followed him were either the top Black Devils or the legendary White Wizard.
How could she provoke such a ruthless person?
She could only plead with him and ask him to spare her life on account that she had not done anything wrong.
If she could return to America alive this time, she would find a Wizard, get married, and have children. She would never get involved in this mess again!
Unfortunately, Snape did not even look at her. A Killing Curse ended the witch's life and a Cleaning Curse cleaned up the stains on the ground.
Then, he picked up Beyer who had collapsed on the ground and turned to leave.
Cleaning completed.
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