In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 204 202. Late night snack

"There is also news from Mr. Iniesta. He said that all the marrow wizards in France who can be rescued have been rescued, and the rest have basically had their wands confiscated and taken to that building. Correctional Institution, and some of them escaped from France, can we proceed with the next step?"

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"His people haven't given up on the idea of ​​breaking into the correctional facility as the first step?"

Mag frowned and said.

"It seems not yet. They seem to be impatient and put the Correctional Institution as the first step, followed by Beauxbatons."

"They are too aggressive and do not understand the Dark Lord's determination." Dumbledore said solemnly, "That correctional facility is the core of the Dark Lord's bloodline rule. It is even possible that he himself is sitting there. We have too few people, and even fewer wizards with professional combat training, so it is impossible to break through the fortress he built, let alone Beauxbatons later."

Mag's face was also full of worry.

"Then what do we do now?"

"Although we have established a unified organization, the leadership is not clearly divided. Many people under Javier do not trust us. Before doing other things, we must ensure the unity of dispatch within the front. This is based on the current situation. Look, it can’t be done in a short time.”

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore. She opened her mouth and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Dumbledore blinked and smiled.

"We have known each other for so many years, Minerva. If you have any thoughts, you can speak out. There is nothing to shy away from."

"I think you should be stronger, Albus." McGonagall said seriously, "In this situation, our only choice is to put you first."

"But I'm actually a loser, don't forget that."

Dumbledore spread his hands and said.

"If I hadn't been defeated by the Dark Lord, the current situation would not be as bad as it is now."

Mag said eagerly.

"But that's"

"I know, I know, you have been following me, of course you think so." Dumbledore interrupted her gently, "But other people will definitely have different ideas, and we can't force everyone to think the same way. Same, of course it’s not that it can’t be done, but what if it is done?”

Mag fell silent.

Dumbledore said slowly.

"Without heartfelt approval, so-called obedience has no effect, Minerva."

Mag sighed.

"ok, I get it."

"However, since Javier said that almost everyone has been rescued, we can be a little distracted and take care of some things on our side."

Dumbledore's tone suddenly became relaxed. He raised a hand, and Fawkes flew to his arm in tacit agreement.

Mag heard what he said, and there was an expression of joy and a little worry on his face.

"Yes, I wonder what happened to those children."

"You have to believe in them, and you have to believe in Jon."

Jon didn't know how far Dumbledore had progressed in France. On the night he returned to the ship from Azkaban, he rarely lost his temper at George and Neville.

He didn't realize it until he returned to the cabin with Hermione from the deck.

Not only Hermione herself, but the other students on the ship, except for the first and second grade children, the other three grades actually gathered in the dining hall to practice the Patronus Charm.

"It's three o'clock in the morning! Three o'clock! How old are they? If they don't sleep at this time, do you want them to become dwarfs in the future?"

"I'm your captain, okay? You really don't have any trust in me? I said I would definitely find a way to come back within three days, why don't you believe me? When have I lied to you?"

Nick on the side hesitated to speak. Now that there were many people here, he still chose to save some face for Jon.

Facing Jon's reprimand, Neville and Jon not only didn't show any embarrassment on their faces, but instead looked excited.

Fred quietly turned his back and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He was really prepared to stay on Azkaban Island forever if Jon was really lying to him.

Gabrielle, who was floating in the air, even hugged Jon's arm, wiping her tears and crying.

"They all said that you were in danger and wanted to send us away. Gabri wanted to help, but she couldn't do anything."

"Don't listen to them in the future. They are all big liars. I am doing well, how could something happen to me?"

Jon comforted the little girl.

"George and Neville didn't ask us to come here to study. We came here voluntarily."

Ron laughed along with him and explained weakly.

Jon glared at him.

"Then now that I'm back, why don't you go to bed quickly? What are you still doing here? Are you waiting for the banquet?"

Immediately, someone cheered and jumped.

“It’s really time to celebrate!”

"That's right, Captain, you're back now. Who among us can still sleep? We're all hungry too. Let's go to the kitchen to prepare something. Not to mention the banquet, it's just a late night snack."

Seeing them all looking at him eagerly, Jon's face couldn't help but soften, and he spread his hands helplessly and said.

"You've all said so, can I still refuse? If you want to have a midnight snack, move quickly, otherwise it will become breakfast."

The students in the restaurant cheered instantly.

They filed out and began to arrange the deck layout with a clear division of labor. At the same time, they asked the group of people who usually had the best cooking skills to go to the kitchen.

Jon looked at their leaving figures and couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

He was not idle either, but called to Fred.

The expression on Fred's face was a little guilty. Let's not say whether Jon had the intention to deceive him at the beginning. Now that he has kept his promise and returned, no matter how thick-skinned Fred is for spreading "rumors", he is still Afraid to face Jon directly.

"I will remember what happened in the past few days for you first, and I will settle the score with you later."

He said viciously, but Fred breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Jon was not really angry.

"Where are those two people from Scabior? I forgot about it before. Now there is an age restriction spell cast by Professor Dumbledore on the Hogwarts. You shouldn't be able to bring them on board." "

Speaking of this, Fred became elated.

"Can this be difficult for me? I'll take you to see them."

Fred took Jon out of the cabin and came to the right side of the bow deck. Scabio and McNeil had their arms tied and hung from the bow.