HP Approaches the Magical World

Dumbledore would be back before lunch, definitely not back to school for lunch.

Maybe he was in a hurry.

Jon didn't intend to go to Dumbledore to talk about things now, he had to give his headmaster a time to finish his meal, and he felt that even if he didn't say anything, Dumbledore must have been aware of Grindelwald's visit Prepare.

Otherwise he wouldn't be Dumbledore.

Jon is not alone in worrying about certain things.

It was also lunch time, and just as Harry and his party stepped into the shady hallway, they heard a voice.

"You are back, Potter, Weasley," it was Professor McGonagall, who was walking towards them with a straight face, "You two stay tonight."

"What are we going to do, teacher?"

Ron asked, holding back a hiccup nervously.

"You polish the silver in Mr. Filch's prize room," said Professor McGonagall. "No magic, Weasley — all by hand."

This is really bad news, Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

But Harry was worse.

Because Professor McGonagall said: "Potter, you go and help Professor Lockhart reply to his admirers."

"Ah, no, can I wipe the prize too?"

Harry begged desperately.

"Of course not," Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, "Professor Lockhart asked you by name. Remember, both of you, at eight o'clock in the evening."

Lockhart's face is still useful, although Harry doesn't think so, but Professor McGonagall does know something inside - maybe the headmaster invited Lockhart for a reason, she thought.

Harry and Ron walked dejectedly into the Great Hall, followed by Hermione, with a look on their faces that seemed to say, "You did break the school rules."

At the dinner table, even the mashed potato pie couldn't whet Harry's appetite, and both he and Ron felt that they were more unlucky than the other.

"Filch's killing me," Ron wailed. "No magic! There's at least a hundred trophies in that room, and I'm not as good at scrubbing as Muggles."

"I'd trade with you anytime," said Harry listlessly. "I've done a lot of scrubbing and scrubbing at the Dursleys. But writing back to Lockhart's admirers . . . A nightmare..."

Harry looked very broken, but no one would sympathize with him at all. A hero must bear what he should bear, and avoiding it is not acceptable.

Jon's side is also not easy, he still hasn't received any information from Grindelwald - now he can't float up to the deep blue sea at any time, otherwise he will be able to discover the information from there, as well as the information he left behind. The response given by the engraving there.

Therefore, the letter in his hand that was going to be sent to Dumbledore was not sent in the end, but turned into ashes in his hands.

If Grindelwald wanted to surprise Dumbledore, it had nothing to do with him.

So, into the night.

The lights of Hogwarts were still shining before nine o'clock in the evening, illuminating the deep mist nearby and the lake flowing in the distance.

And around Hogwarts,

It was still as quiet as ever, there were only two people, standing at the exit of the secret passage outside the school, waiting for their guests.

The guest is not Grindelwald, but someone else.

While waiting for news from Grindelwald in the afternoon, Jon received a letter in the mail.

from Lille.

The letter said that his captain was coming to look for Jon and discuss some matters.

Jon was a little worried. He and the captain had never met before, so what else did he need to say? And even if it needs to be said, can't it be said through Lear? Why did you have to come to Hogwarts to find him?

But even if he said that, Jon didn't dare not wait here, because if he didn't wait here, he wouldn't be sure what would happen—what if that crazy woman did something out of the ordinary?

Although he had never seen this person before, he had confronted this person once before.

On that occasion, the captain of Lille said he was a thief.

Really, it is helpless.

"What time is it?"

In the dark night, Jon asked Peeves beside him.

"If you're asking about the exact time, it's probably past two o'clock in the morning, because we've been waiting here for a long, long time since the curfew began, can you tell me," Peeves yawned: "You What are you waiting for here to do evil?"

"It's not a matter of doing evil, because even if she wants to do something, she will only come at me alone and will not affect you. The reason why I want you to stay with me here is because it is too boring."

The two stood silently in the darkness for a while, their waiting was finally not in vain, there was a faint wave in the distant darkness coming towards them quickly.

Peeves was the first to feel this wave, so he immediately disappeared from Jon's side and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

It is not very convenient for him to participate in Jon's private affairs, but if Jon is injured or accidentally beaten seriously, he will come out to help collect a corpse.

Who told him that Peeves was born a kind person?

Such kindness is not very important to Jon, and Jon doesn't care about Peeves leaving.

Because he knows very well that there will be no conflicts here tonight.

Grindelwald must know what Lille knows. If Grindelwald knows and allows this person to come to him, it means that this person is not a threat to him.

Although he didn't know what Grindelwald was doing now, Jon had this inexplicable confidence in him.

Maybe it's trust.

So when the girl in black tights landed in front of Jon, she didn't see any extra expressions on the face of this "thief".

Jon just nodded to her as a greeting, then turned around and walked into the secret passage.

In any case, all visitors are guests. Since they are guests, they cannot be received here.

It's so impolite, it's not something a "mannered person" like Jon can do.

And in the school, the training ground is considered Jon's home field, and it is better to play at home than to be tied up outside.

This girl is a lot different from Jon's imagination. She doesn't seem to be very good at magic. Even the disillusionment spell needs Jon's blessing for her, but she does have a strong ability to travel through space. The speed of movement cannot be faked.

So Jon was very curious about her.

The two of them walked all the way to the training ground in such silence. At this moment, there was already an extra house in the training ground.

A humble house.

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