Chapter 142 140. Gone, Living
"France is not at peace."
Dumbledore did not shy away from talking about these things with Jon. After what happened this semester, he no longer treated Jon as an ordinary second-year student.
"They had just undergone a change of ministers at the beginning of last year. The new minister of the Ministry of Magic is more inclined to fight for the interests of pure blood, and likes to use despicable political struggles to put his political opponents in prison. Gabriel's family , and Mrs. Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbaton, who we met before, were all kicked out of their posts in this way, and even fled France to save their lives."
He reached out and tapped the envelope on the desk.
"But even if he is a minister, it is impossible for him to cover the entire French magic world. This Ms. Roland, the current chief judge of the French Wizarding Court, is now his biggest political enemy and the leader of the camp that is friendly to Muggles. Since then After returning from my last trip to France, I have been trying to keep in touch with this lady, she is trying hard to call a parliamentary vote to remove the current Minister of Magic and prevent him from leading the French magic community to a wrong path."
Jon's face was full of thoughts. Regarding the current international situation in the magic world, his vision was definitely not as accurate as Dumbledore's, but he still remembered what happened when they returned to the carriage not long ago.
"Is there something wrong with the protection of the carriage?"
Hearing him ask this, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, and said softly.
"When we first came back from France, there seemed to be a small problem with the protection on the car, but whether the problem is big or small, we can only find out after what happened later. The Dark Lord will not be willing As soon as he swallows this breath, he will definitely find a way to get his face and face back from other places."
Jon knows that this is the key point. No matter how complicated the situation in France is, it will not be able to reach the carriage. Only the threat of Voldemort is close at hand.
"Did you find anything, Professor?"
"When you were in the first grade, everyone thought that someone had sneaked into the Hogwarts carriage and secretly leaked the location and information of the carriage, causing us to be hunted down all the time."
Dumbledore suddenly mentioned what happened more than a year ago, and his eyes reflecting the white light under the moonlight were somewhat indescribable.
"Now, it is very likely that he really sent someone to come to us."
Jon felt a little creepy at his sudden words.
It has been more than a month since they returned from France. If it is true as what Dumbledore said, it means that an unknown person has boarded the carriage since that day.
But this month has been too peaceful.
Jon even felt that this was the most relaxing period since he entered Hogwarts. All the students in the castle were rescued, and a kind and knowledgeable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor came to the school. There was no hunting, no killing. Dangerous, everything is so peaceful...
Dumbledore would definitely not joke about this kind of thing with him.
It was because he didn't feel anything, but felt that his spirit was relaxed, which made Jon feel horrified.
"The Dark Lord sent someone to hide in the carriage? But why hasn't he done anything after so long?" His voice was a little hurried.
"I have no way to answer these questions for you, but according to what I know about him, and a slightly credible feeling, tell me that he will do this. I told you before that, for him, destroying Even if this constantly moving school car needs to be crippled, it is not difficult as long as he is determined. It is not difficult to find an opportunity when I am not there, and let someone sneak in silently, but what is he planning? What are you planning, other than killing me, I can’t think of anything else for the time being.”
The office fell into a brief silence, only Fox on the golden branch was dozing off, and the portraits of the previous principals on the wall were humming slightly, as if they were asleep.
A moment later, Dumbledore's voice sounded again. His voice had always been flat, as if he didn't care much about Voldemort's counterattack.
"The summer vacation is coming soon, and there will be fewer students in the carriage. This may be an opportunity to screen the entire school."
Jon didn't stay in the principal's room very late, he returned to the dormitory before the curfew started.
Even though the carriage with little bumps felt unusually calm in the dark, Jon was tossing and turning in bed.
After the final exams and before the holidays, Hogwarts will have a special itinerary during this time of year.
This year is no exception.
In the afternoon of that day, the carriage drove to the seaside cliffs that are very familiar to students above the second grade, and after they got off the car, they could see tombstones everywhere.
The sea breeze is blowing here every day, and the tombstones that were originally polished and smooth have long since become extremely rough under the wind and sun, but every name engraved on them is extremely clear, as if they will never be affected by time. buried by the river.
Many students who still have fresh memories of this cemetery discovered that nearly 30 tombstones were added here at some point, which greatly expanded the scope of this cemetery.
The students were silent. After they got off the carriage, they formed a team consciously. Even the students who just came to the carriage this year were infected by the atmosphere. No one made a sound or asked questions, and they just followed the students of the same grade and stood at the end of the line.
Before the carriage stopped here, there were already dozens of adult wizards standing in front of the newly erected tombstones.
They were all wearing black robes, and everyone looked at the names on the tombstones in silence. After the carriage arrived, Dumbledore also brought the school's professors to them and stood with them on the new tombstones. In front of the tombstone, looking at the names that will never come back.
Dedalus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Fabian Prewett, Marlene MacKinnon, Beatrice, Dania
The rocks beaten by the waves seemed to be mourning for these names that would never return to the world. All the adult wizards put a white gardenia flower in front of the tombstones, and all the hundreds of tombstones on this cliff were decorated. A touch of white.
Gabriel was floating beside Jon, and she was also infected by the atmosphere, holding Jon's cuff with her transparent hands with a sad expression.
And Jon's gaze was on a tombstone that was older and newer than the new ones, and the name of his teacher who was still alive was engraved there.
What he was thinking in his mind was what Dumbledore said to him last night.
The souls of those who have passed away have returned to their hometowns, but the dangers of those who are alive have never been far away.
There are two more chapters, stay up late and finish it before going to bed
(end of this chapter)