Chapter 493 491. Sleep for a while
Jon felt his body was very hot.
But it’s not the kind of scalding heat, it’s more like being soaked in an overheated hot spring. It’s comfortable at first, but as time goes by, the water temperature gets higher and higher.
Tall as if trying to burn his skin off.
Then he suddenly sat up from the ground.
Jon felt great after waking up. All parts of his body were hurting. Now, except that his mind is still a little dizzy due to overwork, there is no bad feeling in his body.
He looked at his hand for the first time, and after discovering the tiny white fingers, he was sure that he had actually died once.
It's a bit of a headache, but it's not a big deal.
It's just that the body age has become smaller. Compared with the real death, this price can be said to be very small.
Then, Jon observed the surrounding situation.
The last time he used Apparition before his death, he apparently ran away from the British Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore. He remembered that the location he chose was the temporary Hogwarts residence in Lyon.
Now they have indeed arrived at this place, but there is no one around.
Dumbledore was lying on the ground, his eyes were still tightly closed, and there was no sign of waking up at all. Jon re-confirmed that he still had weak breathing and heartbeat before trying to see if he could get out of the empty space. The school found someone to come.
"It seems that you have already made arrangements in advance, professor. If you believe that your guess is correct, you will die there too, so let everyone in Wupingxian leave."
Jon squatted beside Dumbledore and whispered after searching all the places in the school and finding no one.
After figuring out all the causes and consequences, it is easy to guess Dumbledore's arrangement.
Even if it hasn’t been proved yet, he has already guessed that the truth may be as he imagined, and he is ready to face his own death.
So he withdrew all the staff of the Wuping Line in the UK, and the French side probably had already made arrangements, as if the Hogwarts residence was already empty at this time.
Because once it is proved that Voldemort really can never be killed, but he died in this duel, Voldemort who has completely got rid of the restrictions will be invincible, and everything in Wupingxian will become An empty talk.
So Dumbledore wanted to protect the safety of others. Definitely well prepared.
Jon sat beside Dumbledore. He was still mentally exhausted, and his physical condition could be restored to his best with the rebirth of Nirvana, but his depleted spirit could not recover so quickly.
He grabbed the grass roots on the ground and looked at the formerly jubilant campus, but now it became a little desolate, only the two of them were left alone, and even Fox, who had always been inseparable from Dumbledore, was gone.
"Is there any place in this world where you feel at ease and can fight against Voldemort?"
Jon, who appeared to be six years old again, tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore who had no way to answer his question, but in fact he didn't need Dumbledore to speak, he had already given the answer.
He held Dumbledore's hand, and the golden-red light enveloped them again, and then the temporary residence of Hogwarts was completely devoid of people.
The students of Hogwarts are having a Christmas dinner.
But even though the environment here is not so unfamiliar to them, the masters of this castle are also very enthusiastic about their coming from afar, and the students are still a little restless.
"Why did we suddenly leave Lyon?"
Justin looked at the huge roast turkey on the long table, with a visibly nervous expression.
There were two pieces of bacon on the dinner plate in front of Ron, but it seemed that he didn't have the appetite to pick up a knife and fork, but his brows were tightened.
"It's not just us. Although George and Fred tried their best to hide it, I found that they all came back from England, including Moody and the others. Then they also left France with us. McGonagall taught them what Not telling us, just telling us to do what we're told."
Neville's complexion was actually much uglier than that of Ron and the others, because he could think of more and dared to make that extremely bold guess.
It's just that he still forced a smile and said comfortingly.
"Maybe it's just a fellowship of the three schools. Isn't it a good thing that the students of Beauxbatons and we all came to Durmstrang for this Christmas dinner?"
"This means that there are no people in France." Hermione suddenly said coldly.
Neville immediately turned to look at her eagerly.
"Hermione!"
Hermione didn't show any expression on her face, she was calm and scary.
She and Neville looked at each other.
"We are gone, Beauxbaton's students are gone, and members of the Wuping Line who were originally fighting in the UK have been evacuated. What does this mean?"
At this time, Gabriel was hopping over with Nick from Beauxbaton's long table wearing a Santa hat, and just about to open her mouth happily, she was startled by the atmosphere here.
Nick heard Hermione's words, and the forced smile on his face couldn't be maintained any longer. He still tried his best to laugh, but he couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.
The entire long table in Hogwarts was infected, and even the freshmen who had just entered school this year and hadn't figured out the situation were silent.
"Professor Dumbledore is going to have the final duel with Voldemort today, but at this time we were transferred to Durmstrang ahead of schedule. Withdrew, isn’t this situation obvious?”
Hermione's voice was like a hand tearing away the veil hidden on the surface of the truth, completely making everyone else think of that possibility.
"Professor Dumbledore." Lavender's voice was already crying, "Does he know that he can't defeat the Dark Lord?"
The long table was silent, no one could answer her question, just like no one dared to mention this possibility like Hermione before.
The gloomy atmosphere in the area where Hogwarts was sitting also made other students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons who were celebrating the dinner notice something strange.
Not to mention the professor's seat on the high platform, which can overlook all the student seats.
Grindelwald, who was sitting in the middle of the high platform, of course also saw this scene, but he didn't say anything, and beside him, Mag, who had been silent since he sat down, suddenly left the seat and came to Hogg Watts' long table.
This night, apart from her, the only one who led these students to Durmstrang was a French professor from Beauxbatons.
While everyone else is waiting for the final word.
But before Dumbledore left France, McGonagall finally knew some of the inside story. Although she still didn't know what kind of arrangement was in it, Dumbledore had already told her the worst consequence.
When she came to the long table at Hogwarts, all the students looked up at her, some were nervous, some were expecting, as if hoping that she could refute what Hermione said, give What other explanations come.
But after she spoke, she just said softly.
"Eat well, spend tonight, what is there to talk about tomorrow."
Depressed mood spread on the long table, Mag did not give an explanation, but it was an attitude.
Hermione's words were not denied, and Lavender's question was even more avoided. Some things can actually be answered.
Others didn't question Mag's words, but Neville just stared blankly at Mag at this moment, and he asked his own question.
"What about Jon?"
After hearing his question, everyone at the long table raised their heads to look at McGonagall again, only Hermione lowered her head and clenched her hand.
Mag took a deep breath, her eye circles were a little red, just when she was about to say that she didn't know where Jon was, and what she was doing.
A dazzling golden-red light suddenly lit up in the middle of the auditorium!
This ray of light attracted everyone's attention, even the students on the long table at Hogwarts couldn't help turning their heads to look.
And after the light flickered and then disappeared, the young Jon appeared in the middle of the auditorium holding Dumbledore's hand!
Grindelwald stood up from his position as soon as the light came on, and Jon looked at him panting after he appeared.
"Look at the professor."
Grindelwald didn't stop, he walked quickly to Dumbledore's side before anyone else could react, and held Dumbledore's arm. The next second, the figures of the two disappeared like this In the auditorium.
At this time, the entire Hogwarts long table fully reacted!
Some of them shouted excitedly, while others screamed directly. They all jumped up from both sides of the long table, swarmed towards Jon's position, and surrounded him. Even Mag couldn't do it again. After calming down, she wept with joy, instead of rushing over with the students, she just stayed where she was and covered her face.
Jon just slumped on the ground. He looked at the familiar faces, all looking at him excitedly, with a smile on his face.
But this smile can't hide his mental exhaustion at the moment.
"Merry Christmas guys, well, I know you've got a lot of questions but before you blow off your thirst for knowledge, can I get some sleep. Just a little. Just a little bit"
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and curled up beside Hermione's lap.
Everyone around fell silent, not only the students of Hogwarts, but also the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons tried their best to hold their breath, for fear of disturbing the sleeping boy.
Hermione wiped her eyes, she squatted down, and carefully hugged Jon's young body in her arms, so that he could have a better posture to rest.
At this time, the ribbon was fluttering, and the auditorium that was supposed to celebrate the festival was as quiet as if it was empty.
Everyone here still doesn't know what happened, but what they are sure of is that after tonight, the pattern of the entire wizarding world will once again usher in an earth-shattering change!
New Volume, New Atmosphere
(end of this chapter)