Chapter 101 99. Contact Dumbledore
Of course Hermione noticed Jon's silence.
She pursed her lips that had lost their blood color, and a forced smile appeared on her face at this moment.
"You don't have to feel embarrassed, professor, I can understand, after all, he is too powerful, no one can fight against him now, we can wait, I will keep telling them, let them believe that there is still hope in the future. "
Jon suddenly interrupted her at this time.
"You don't need to keep telling them, and you don't think too much. I didn't say anything just now, not because I was thinking about how to tell you that we are not prepared for this, but because I was hesitating whether to tell you about this plan."
Hermione froze, she looked at Jon, and Jon looked at her, with a smile on his face.
"We have a plan from the beginning, and you don't need to ask about the rest. After that, you only need to insist on keeping the secret."
The air fell into silence, and it wasn't until a long time later that Hermione sniffled her nose. She tried her best not to let the tears that had already flowed around her eyes fall down, and asked in a crying voice.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Jon replied softly.
"The professor at the other Hogwarts never lied."
Hermione raised her hand and wiped away the tears she didn't shed with her sleeve. Her eye circles were red, and the smile on her face again was finally not as forced as the previous one, she said firmly.
"I believe in you!"
Late at night, after coming out of Hermione's dormitory, Jon didn't go directly back to his dormitory.
After calming down the emotional little girl, Jon quietly leaned against the wall next to Hermione's bedroom door, holding the Marauder's Map in one hand and the Invisibility Cloak in the other, standing silently like this, with I don't know what to think.
The corridor in the basement bedroom was pitch black, and he stood still in such darkness for twenty or thirty minutes before he finally moved.
Jon put on the invisibility cloak, looked at the Marauder's Map in his hand all the time, sneaked up to the statue of the blind, hunchbacked old witch, used a spell to open the entrance to the secret room and got in.
When we came to Hogsmeade, it was completely covered by snow. The thick snow on the streets hadn't been cleared yet. The bright moonlight was reflected by the snow on the ground, which made this quiet wizarding town not look dark. .
Jon paid great attention to his whereabouts. After he came out of the cellar of the Honeydukes candy store, every time he took a step forward, he would turn around and clean up his footprints to prevent any possibility of leaving any suspicion.
He walked very slowly this time, but from a distance, he could see that in the Pig's Head Bar, even the house number was a little messy, there was still a faint candle burning, as if it was specially for him. Give directions.
Jon approached the Pig's Head Bar, and before reaching the front steps to knock on the door, Aberforth opened the door from the inside.
He welcomed Jon into the warm tavern where the fireplace was burning, and then served him a cup of hot cocoa. He knew that Jon actually liked this better than butter beer and pumpkin juice.
Didn't take the initiative to ask, Aberforth just waited for Jon to finish his first sip of hot cocoa, and then opened his mouth.
"I killed the basilisk, but I didn't get the item."
"Are there other guards guarding the room where those two things are hidden?"
Jon nodded.
"Three portraits, staring at those two things together. It's about the same as what we guessed before. He will still keep a hand. Also, before I found the room where the two things were stored, I saw the office of the principal's office. There are four things on the table, a sword, a cup, a locket and a crown. I suspect there must be something wrong with these four things, otherwise the Dark Lord would not have put them here. .”
Listening to Jon's narration, Aberforth looked thoughtful, and he thought for a moment before speaking.
"The matter of the portrait is not unsolvable. After all, this thing is a magical creation. In the magic world, except for the three unforgivable spells, other magics have counter spells. Of course, portraits in the magic world are not Exception, but our difficulty now is how to solve the three portraits before they send out the information. As for the four things you mentioned. Those are probably very important magic to Voldemort thing."
"I was discovered while cleaning the corpse of the basilisk."
"Oh, you have been discovered! You have been discovered!" After repeating Jon's words twice, Aberforth realized what he had heard. He looked at Jon and said in a hurry, "Being Who found out?"
Jon said silently.
"A student in the same grade as me, she didn't just discover me today, but she saw something wrong with me early in the morning. Dolohov, who was supposed to attend the Dark Lord's Christmas dinner tonight, returned to the castle early and found I was not there, she helped me find an excuse to cover up, and then found it so that I was not exposed."
Aberforth was relieved to hear that the person who discovered Jon was not some faculty member in that castle.
"I saw that you had a problem early on? What's going on?"
Jon told Aberforth exactly what Hermione questioned his identity from the beginning, then confirmed his origin and finally helped him, and Aberforth couldn't help admiring at the end.
"A very smart little girl, she would definitely shine in a peaceful age."
After Aberforth finished his compliment, Jon took a deep breath and said the following words.
"She finally asked me if we planned to sneak into the Hogwarts castle, did we plan to rescue them?"
The tavern fell silent.
It was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing. After a long time, Aberforth spoke slowly.
"Is she threatening you?"
"She's asking me."
Jon leaned on the back of the chair and murmured that the little girl's face of expectation and fear with pursed lips was still in his mind.
Aberforth let out a long sigh. Such a matter should have been decided by him. After all, he was nearly a hundred years older than Jon, but he still subconsciously asked Jon.
"So what do you think?"
Jon didn't speak out immediately, but looked at the ceiling of the tavern, paused for a few seconds before speaking calmly.
"Can you contact Professor Dumbledore? I want to chat with him."
I fell asleep, adopted a book friend’s suggestion during the day, and sent out the three chapters together before 12 o’clock, saving everyone from waiting
(end of this chapter)