Chapter 233 231. Close at hand but out of reach
Jon watched the action between the master and servant with cold eyes, but he was not in a hurry to do it now, not because he felt sorry for anything, but because he had doubts about Sir Stoke's decision now.
He didn't feel that the Sir was lying when he said he hated Voldemort. Before getting back that memory, Sir Stoke must have shown his true self. not agree.
Moreover, he has lived in this high tower for decades. No matter what happens on the land, no matter what kind of benefits and status the pure-blood wizards get, he has nothing to do with him, and he won't get a cent. .
Now he has only shown a fanatical attitude towards astronomy, but what can Voldemort give him in astronomy?
"I really want to know, what exactly did the Dark Lord promise to you to make you worthy of working so hard for him? I believe in my own vision, and I also believe that sir, the generosity and kindness you have shown before today, isn't it What's worth risking your life for a person who turns people into slaves like that?"
When Jon asked this question, his body had slowly risen.
Although he wants to know the answer, it doesn't mean that he will give up the answer to another question for this answer.
The high-altitude wind blew his black hair, and the effect of the polyjuice potion had just ended at this time.
Jon has no intention of continuing to conceal his identity. This contract is obviously extremely important to Voldemort. He knows very well that after this incident, the whereabouts of the entire Hogwarts can no longer be concealed.
The reduction in stature did not change the large robe he was wearing. The wind ruffled the fabric and made a "squeaky" sound.
Looking at the boy who was looking down at him indifferently from a high altitude, Sir Stoke's originally ferocious face showed shocking eyes!
He guessed that this "Professor Johnson" was actually someone else who pretended to be his identity and boarded his tower.
But he always believed that Jon's real identity was actually another Hogwarts professor who was in exile!
But it never occurred to him that the person who chatted and laughed happily with him and helped him solve the thousands of rune slabs, a general-purpose decurse would be immune to most magic, and the person who can fly at this moment, actually looks like a mere A teenage boy at most!
Jon's exposed identity made Sir Stoke extremely shocked.
He can fully believe that this is Jon's true identity, because with the strength shown by the other party now, there is no need to hide it at all.
Is such a boy leading other children of his age to fight against the Dark Lord who is powerful enough to swallow up the entire European magic world?
A feeling of absurdity rose from the bottom of Sir Stoke's heart, and he seemed to have no intention of hiding Jon's question.
The messy white hair flew behind his head, and Sir Stoke laughed. He laughed so recklessly, even a little madly.
"Because you have the same understanding of Muggle philosophy as I do. Before that memory, I always thought that maybe we can become a good pair of friends, even if you will leave this tower with your students later, We can also use letters to discuss and communicate about the future of wizards' understanding of this world!"
"Even after I got back that memory, I still have fantasies about you, Professor Johnson. I think maybe you are really just a Professor Durmstrang who took students to the sea for a study trip, and that one didn't The contract in the box is just that you fell down and hid in the hole under the stone slab, but you came here to get it. So can you let me know your real name, Professor Johnson?"
Jon did not refuse his request. He had always thought that this Sir was a very good person, and he was one of the very few wizards who really did research on Muggle society. He also used this to reflect on the wizarding world. pure blood wizard.
If it weren't for Voldemort's affairs, they might really be able to become a pair of friends.
"Jon Green, a third-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, and concurrently serving as the captain of the Hogwarts in exile."
Sir Stoke was full of smiles on his face as he was beaten by the cold wind, as if he was happy to meet a like-minded friend.
"Ha, Captain Green, I'm glad that there are people at this time who are willing to hear the story of a man like me."
"I was a pure alien at my alma mater, Beauxbatons. As a student from an ancient wizarding family, I was mediocre in all subjects related to magic. I only showed talent in astronomy. Others need I can memorize the star charts by rote, and I can remember them in my mind at a glance, and I can even simulate the orbits and rotations of planets around the sun according to their laws of motion."
"But this still disappoints my parents who have high hopes for me. They are all proud nobles with high demands on themselves. Astronomy is just heresy in their eyes, and they will never admit that their child is an ordinary people."
"My classmates at school also regard me as an outlier, because I don't like Quidditch, spells, and alchemy. Whenever I have time, I run to the astronomy tower full of star maps."
"But I never paid much attention to these things. When I was in fifth grade, my Muggle studies professor said in a private chat with me, 'Magic occupies the whole life of wizards, and therefore covers We see the world through our eyes, and the Muggles are gradually seeing the world clearly.' He later resigned from school and joined the voodoo party in northern Europe at that time. I don't comment on how he is, but his This sentence gave me a new understanding.”
"The research of wizards in astronomy is too narrow. The only way to observe the starry sky is the telescope, but the means for Muggles to understand the world are changing with each passing day."
"After I graduated from Beauxbatons, I hid my identity and studied in a Muggle university for a long time. During that time, I saw the first Muggle, a man named Gagarin, go into space. And just when my parents passed away, and I finished their funeral and was about to start to settle in this tower, the first Muggle to land on the moon appeared in North America, named Armstrong!"
Sir Stoke opened his eyes wide.
"This made me tremble with excitement! I also feel extremely sad about the ignorance, arrogance, and arrogance of the magic world!"
"I am so jealous of those Muggles who can go to the deep starry sky and see the trails of the stars with their own eyes. I have tried to improve the broomstick and escape the shackles of the earth, but the cold high altitude and thin oxygen limit my plan! "
"And just when I had given up my fantasy about the starry sky that was close at hand but out of reach, that man named Tom Riddle found me!"
(end of this chapter)