Chapter 309 307. Mr. Jon Green
"I don't care if he lives to compete!"
In the dark and claustrophobic space, the cold and brutal roar echoed here.
"After being selected, if he dies in the North Pole, it means that Dumbledore has one less person to participate in the competition! Even if he escapes by chance, as a contestant, he can't escape from my palm. But why? ?”
Snape and Barty Jr. were prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling, and they didn't even dare to look up at their master who hadn't been so grandiose in more than ten years.
Right beside them, the frozen bodies of the Lestrange couple were also here.
The snake teeth were still stuck in Rodolphs' throat and Bella's chest, but the wounds that made people feel cold at a glance no longer bleed out.
The unclosed eyes stared silently at the ceiling in the darkness, no one could read the slightest emotion from it.
"Boom!"
The figure in the dark swung his wand violently in a venting manner, and a row of bookshelves were blown to pieces!
"Why are so many people dying!"
The man growled at the two corpses that were beginning to stiffen, venting his anger.
"Rabasta died at the beginning! Killed by that boy, you tell me he underestimated the enemy! That Mudblood has some weird tricks! But as long as more people are sent later, and the most reliable Bella goes there together, As long as he bites the bait, there will be no second ending!"
"So, this is the ending you expected at the beginning? This is it!"
"Boom!"
A table has also become countless sawdust.
Just as Snape and Barty Jr. were shaking, no one dared to speak out.
The air fell into a silence, only the fine sawdust still flying, declaring the unrest just now.
After a long time, the man's voice was suddenly lowered again, and he returned to his usual calm and low voice, as if the person who just got angry was another him.
"Everyone is dead, even Bella died in the person I can trust completely, who else?"
Little Barty reacted quickly. He crawled on the icy ground in a panic, and then hugged the man's calf in an extremely humble manner.
He is sincere, declaring it with words that contain infinite loyalty.
"My master! You still have me! You still have your most loyal servant Batty! I will never let you down! No matter what tasks you give me, Batty can do better than others Get it done!"
The man looked at him condescendingly and coldly, at this servant who even killed his father and mother in order to be loyal to him.
"If you really have such ability, why did you let such a thing happen in Hogwarts Castle?"
Little Barty's body froze.
What the man said was exactly what he couldn't refute anyway.
Yes, the Lestranges were the first to be fooled by this Mudblood before they faced such a failure with consequences of death!
Snape also had no way to kneel on the ground and remain indifferent.
He admitted his mistake in a low voice.
"This is my responsibility, master. I am usually in charge of Hogwarts Castle. It is your servant's incompetence that made him do such a thing."
Little Barty, who was kneeling in front of Snape, lowered his head and quietly glanced at Snape with a kind of spiteful gaze.
The man didn't seem to have noticed the intrigue between his two subordinates, or even if he found out, he didn't care either.
There is only one thing he really cares about now.
"The past mistakes, you can use your own carelessness to explain it to the extent that you didn't expect this boy to be able to do that."
His tone became dark.
"Now, he has put everything on the table. The two of you should understand better than anyone why I held this ridiculous Triwizard Tournament."
He seemed to hide part of the words on purpose and didn't say it, but the two people kneeling on the ground obviously knew it well.
They lowered their heads, promising in trepidation.
"No more, master, no more, we will never let you down again, definitely not!"
Hearing what they said, the man didn't respond immediately.
He just stared at the emblem hanging on the wall in the thick darkness, the badge that had become taboo, printed on the old and dirty tapestry.
Lions, eagles, snakes, and badgers are closely surrounded by an "H", as if there has never been anything in the world that is closely connected like them.
"This is the only chance"
Fortunately for Jon, Bella's dagger was not poisoned.
This caused his injury to look so serious from the outside, but as long as a little white fresh essence, plus some bone-growing spirit and blood-enriching potion, his body can be restored to seven or eighty-eight.
After all the superficial injuries were healed, Jon was basically able to walk on the ground, but he needed someone to help him when he walked.
After his injury was determined to be all right, he was approved by Dumbledore to walk through the wounded passage, and Fox directly sent him back to Wuping Line's station in Lyon, while the other students were the same as when they came, Use floo powder to go back through the fireplace.
Even if it is Dumbledore or McGonagall, it is very clear that at this time, as long as Jon is allowed to come forward and accept a little interview with newspapers in other magic areas, then he can use what happened tonight to bring great benefits to Wu Pingxian. reputation and influence.
They didn't even mention this matter, they just arranged for Inista to help deal with the questions of those newspaper reporters, and then left with the Hogwarts students.
But regardless of whether there are interviews and personal responses about Jon, what happened tonight in the Triwizard Tournament warrior selection will become an explosive news, which will spread throughout Europe after one night.
Regardless of any other reasons, the scene where Jon killed Bella with Rodolphus' body in front of Voldemort today was tantamount to slapping him hard in the face.
Especially on this occasion where Voldemort was supposed to show off his might.
After Jon was brought back to Lyon, Dumbledore was not eager to communicate with him what he had encountered these days, and how he killed the Lestrange couple in the end.
Even if the potion can quickly heal all his injuries, and he has been in a state of mental tension, what Jon needs most now is rest.
During these days in the North Pole, he has not been in a room with a fireplace for a long time, and he has not been able to sleep as peacefully as today for a long time.
He slept for a whole day and night, and finally woke up in the afternoon of the next day.
When Jon stretched himself out of bed, it was already dusk outside.
His bed was full of fruits and chocolates. After returning to Lyon, Lily, who had been working part-time in the carriage, forbade anyone to accompany him here, and only allowed them to leave their things, and then drove them out of the room.
It also allowed Jon to get a good night's sleep.
He first sat on the edge of the bed, watched the sunset while eating an apple, and was in a daze for a while, sorting out what he had gained after returning from the North Pole.
Killing Rodolphs and Bella aside, this is exactly what he was forced to kill.
In fact, if they hadn't caught up after he escaped from the Slytherin bedroom, then Jon would have followed Fox back directly, and the two would not have died at all.
Of course, I definitely don’t regret killing Jon.
Both Rodolphs and Bella had the blood of members of the Order of the Phoenix on their hands. It is said that Neville's mother died under Bella's spell.
He avenged Neville.
Then he owed the favor to the arctic researcher named Eric. If he hadn't helped those polar bears rush into the maze in the end and restrained most of the other Death Eaters, then Jon estimated that he would be among these people It is not so easy to escape after being chased and intercepted.
Although he must have helped himself for the sake of Grindelwald's face, Jon couldn't put the help away.
After that, the biggest achievement is to get the gem on the third ring.
Those two candlesticks were placed beside his bed, where Gabriel, who had been keeping them, left them last night before leaving.
Jon picked up the one with the blue gemstone inlaid at the end, and tried it with his wand, but he didn't let the gemstone separate from the candlestick so easily.
But he wasn't worried about not being able to get the gem, after all, the real owner of the candlestick was by his side.
After taking his robe, Jon's clothes were not touched by anyone, and Lily hung them on the hanger in the ward. He fumbled in the inner pocket of the robe and pulled out the portrait of Slytherin from it. out.
The creator of Hogwarts is still in the portrait and has not moved to other places, or the biggest possibility is that there is only such a portrait of him in this world, and he has no way to go elsewhere.
Jon unfolded the portrait, and when he looked at the old man above, Slytherin also looked at him strangely.
Even after Jon took it off the wall, he kept it in his pocket all the time, but it didn't prevent Slytherin from being able to hear the outside world.
Even if the information he can receive by hearing is very limited, he can still judge what Jon has experienced after leaving the bronze door.
Including when he came to the banquet hall of the French Ministry of Magic later, he could hear Dumbledore's speech and Voldemort's voice clearly.
Even though all the information is very fragmented, it still allows Slytherin to have a preliminary judgment in mind.
That is, what Jon said to him in the maze before did not lie.
"Are all young people today like you?"
Slytherin asked strangely in his hoarse voice.
Jon thought for a few seconds, he didn't underestimate himself, nor did he intend to pretend to be anything in front of Slytherin.
"That's right, I'm a special case."
The old man in the portrait didn't respond immediately, he just looked deeply at Jon.
"Your special case probably doesn't just belong to the current special case?"
Jon shrugged.
"I dare not say that, since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of talented people."
"You're more than just talented."
Slytherin's words stopped here, and he didn't go on. For the first time, he asked Jon.
"Take me to meet your principal."
Jon instantly understood the meaning of his words, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"You believe what I say, sir."
"I just have some preliminary judgments of my own for the time being, instead of believing all of what you said, what kind of decision should I make specifically, and I have to meet the man named Dumbledore who lost Hogwarts Castle The principal will talk later."
Jon blinked his eyes at his words that were a little bit suspicious of duplicity, but naturally he didn't refuse.
Just before taking him to find Dumbledore, Jon took the candlestick cheekily.
"Then what, sir, do you know how to get this stone off the candlestick?"
Slytherin glanced at him like he knew from the maze that he was drooling over the candlestick.
But Slytherin has nothing against it. He is just a portrait now. Living things are meaningless to him, and it is nothing to give it to Jon directly.
"That stone is the root of the candlestick's burning. When I first made it, I locked it with a blocking spell. It is very simple to remove it, just use the unlocking spell, but it needs to be used in my age. The original lock-opening spell, the spell is 'Open Sesame' (the predecessor of Alahoo Dongkai was the door opening, and this is the one before it)."
Of course, Jon has never learned this ancient lock-picking spell, but it is obviously not very difficult to learn, and it will not take long to master it.
While admiring Slytherin's magnanimity, Jon changed out of his hospital gown, put on ordinary clothes and walked out of the ward.
No one was guarding outside the ward, and Jon was not seriously injured, nor did he need such careful care.
As soon as he came out, he came to a long corridor where all kinds of people kept walking.
And these French wizards who either held documents in their hands, or were in a hurry as if they had something important to do, after seeing Jon coming out of the room, everyone stopped in their tracks.
All of them stood straight and stared at him.
Just when Jon had an awkward smile on his face and didn't know how to deal with this situation, every wizard present bowed deeply to him and bowed very seriously.
The words from the heart echoed in this spacious corridor, and every voice was so sincere.
"Thank you, Mr. Jon Green."
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(end of this chapter)