In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Hermione, of course, noticed Jon's silence.

She pursed her lips that had lost their color, and a forced smile appeared on her face at this time.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed, Professor, I can understand. After all, his power is too powerful. No one can fight against him now. We can wait. I will keep telling them to let them believe that there is hope in the future. "

At this time, Jon suddenly interrupted her.

"You don't have to keep telling them, and you don't have to think too much. I didn't speak just now because I was not thinking about how to tell you that we were not prepared for this, but because I was hesitating whether to tell you this plan or not."

Hermione was stunned. She looked at Jon, and Jon looked at her with a smile on his face.

"We had a plan from the beginning. You don't need to ask anything else. From now on, you just need to insist on keeping the secret."

The air fell into silence, and it wasn't until a long time later that Hermione sniffed. She tried hard to prevent the tears that had drifted around her eyes from sliding down, and asked in a crying voice.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Jon replied softly.

"The professor at the other Hogwarts never lied."

Hermione raised her hand to wipe away her unshed tears with her sleeves. Her eyes were red, and the smile on her face was finally no longer as forced as the previous one. She said firmly.

"I believe you!"

Late at night, after coming out of Hermione's dormitory, Jon did not go directly back to his dormitory.

After comforting the emotional little girl, Jon quietly leaned against the wall next to Hermione's dormitory door. He held the Marauder's Map in one hand and the Invisibility Cloak in the other and stood silently, feeling in his heart I don’t know what I’m thinking.

The corridor in the underground dormitory was dark, and he stood still in this darkness for twenty or thirty minutes before finally making a move.

Jon put on the invisibility cloak, always looking at the Marauder's Map in his hand, sneaked up to the statue of the blind, hunchbacked old witch, used a spell to open the entrance to the secret room and got in.

Arriving at the town of Hogsmeade, it has been completely covered with snow. The thick snow on the streets has not yet been cleared. The bright moonlight is reflected by the white snow on the ground, making this quiet wizard town not appear dark. .

Jon paid great attention to his whereabouts. After he came out of the cellar of Honeydukes Candy Shop, he would turn around and clean up the footprints he left every time he took a step forward to prevent any possibility of suspicion.

He walked very slowly this time, but from a distance, he could see that there was still a weak candle burning in the Pig's Head Bar, where even the door number looked a little dirty, as if it was specially for him. Point the way.

Before Jon approached the Hog's Head Bar and reached the front steps before he could reach out to knock on the door, Aberforth had already taken the initiative to open the door from the inside.

He welcomed Jon into the warm tavern, where the fireplace was burning, and then served him a cup of hot cocoa. He knew that Jon actually preferred this to butterbeer and pumpkin juice.

Without taking the initiative to ask, Aberforth just waited for Jon to finish the first sip of hot cocoa and then asked himself.

"I killed the basilisk, but I didn't get the stuff."

This situation was before the Christmas operation started. Aberforth had already speculated with him that it might happen, so he didn't look too disappointed and just asked.

"Are there other guards guarding the room where those two things are hidden?"

Jon nodded.

"The three portraits were staring at the two things together. It was similar to what we had guessed before. He would still leave one behind. Also, before I found the room where the two things were stored, I also saw the principal's office. There are four things on the table, a sword, a cup, a locket and a crown. I suspect there must be something wrong with these four things, otherwise the Dark Lord would not put them here. .”

Listening to Jon's story, Aberforth looked thoughtful. He thought for a moment before speaking.

"The matter of the portrait is not unsolvable. This thing is a magical creation after all. In the magic world, except for the three unforgivable spells, other magics have counter spells. Of course, the portrait in the magic world does not Exception, but our difficulty now is how to solve those three portraits before they send out the information. As for the four things you mentioned, those are probably very important magic to Voldemort. thing."

"I was discovered while cleaning up the basilisk corpse."

"Oh, you were discovered! You were discovered!" After repeating Jon's words twice, Aberforth was shocked to realize what he had heard. He looked at Jon and his tone became urgent, "Been discovered. Who discovered it?"

Jon said silently.

"A student in the same grade as me. She didn't just discover me today, but she saw something wrong with me early on. Dolohov, who was supposed to attend the Dark Lord's Christmas dinner tonight, returned to the castle early and found out Even though I was away, she helped me find an excuse to cover up, and then she found it so that I was not exposed."

Aberforth was relieved to hear that the person who discovered Jon was not a member of the staff in the castle.

"I saw something wrong with you early on? What happened?"

Jon told Aberforth everything from the beginning when Hermione questioned his identity to how she determined his origin and finally helped him. Aberforth couldn't help but admire him at the end.

"A very smart little girl. She would definitely be able to shine in peaceful times."

After Aberforth finished his compliments, Jon took a deep breath and said the following words.

"She finally asked me if we had any plans to rescue them during our mission to infiltrate Hogwarts Castle."

The tavern fell silent.

It was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing. After a long time, Aberforth slowly spoke.

"Is she threatening you?"

"She was begging me."

Jon leaned back in the chair and murmured. The little girl's face with pursed lips in anticipation and fear was still in his mind.

Aberforth let out a long sigh. In fact, he should have made the decision on such a matter. After all, he was nearly a hundred years older than Jon, but he still subconsciously asked Jon.

"So what do you think?"

Jon did not speak immediately, but looked at the ceiling of the tavern, paused for a few seconds, and then spoke calmly.

"Can you contact Professor Dumbledore? I want to have a chat with him."

After sleeping, I took a book friend's advice during the day and posted the three chapters together before 12 o'clock, which also saved everyone the wait.