In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

The next day, the students at Hogwarts began to be divided into grades in an orderly manner.

They will not be arranged to attend classes together with Durmstrang students, not because the courses they study are different, but because the language is different, and they need professors who know English to give them classes in English.

Jon followed Neville and the others to sit in a third-grade class. After this Charms class, he found that it was indeed the same as what Grindelwald said yesterday. Normal third-grade classes were actually useless to him. It wasn't much help. He could study on his own by reading the forbidden books hidden in the ring, and his improvement would be greater than taking classes.

After discovering this, he did not continue to waste the remaining time. He inquired and explored all the way to Durmstrang's library.

No matter which school it is, the library is basically the most important and valuable place, and Durmstrang also has an independent librarian.

He was an old wizard who looked old and disfigured. He was hunched over and his face was full of wrinkles left by the years. When Jon entered the library, he seemed to have just finished cleaning the bookshelves and staggered back to the registration office. .

"Hello, sir, may I ask what kind of reading permissions I have in this library now?"

The old wizard heard Jon's words. He put on a pair of reading glasses tremblingly, frowned and looked at Jon's face carefully.

"Students have unified permissions. They can only borrow books on this floor. Forbidden books related to black magic on the second floor require approval from the professor."

His voice was hoarse and dull, like a broken bellows being pulled.

Jon hesitated and said tentatively.

"Then if I were a professor, would I be able to go to the second floor? My name is Jon Green."

The old wizard's frown deepened. He seemed to regard Jon as some kind of troublemaking student. He had looked away from him and said angrily while picking up a piece of parchment on the table.

"So there are really students in the school who believe that I got that rumor about Alzheimer's disease? Tell those bastards that my memory has declined, but I'm not so stupid that even students and professors can't tell the difference! This is who I am now When you are old, when you were young, for you disobedient brats, I would usually use the Cruciatus Curse to make you obedient. Huh? There is another bastard in the school. Is the current Wiccan Party already so miserable? It takes two people to teach a transfiguration."

Suddenly, he seemed to see the name of the new professor on the notice sent by Rozier.

His cloudy eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to hold the reading glasses on his face.

"Jon Green?"

Then he raised his head from the parchment and looked at Jon.

"What did you say your name was?"

Jon chuckled.

"That's the Jon Green you just mentioned."

Wizards generally live much longer than Muggles. This old man has aged like this. He is at least close to 200 years old. He probably didn't attend the dinner party yesterday and went back to rest early, so he didn't know what the new professor looked like. However, due to his age, Jon generally still respected such an old man.

The air froze for a few seconds, and the old wizard's eyes were still full of suspicion. Jon's age really didn't match his status as a professor, but he felt that no student in this school would be bold enough to pretend to be a newcomer. professor.

The frozen atmosphere was not broken until two students who came to the library together bowed respectfully to Jon when they passed by him and shouted: "Good morning, Professor Green."

The old wizard stopped the two Durmstrang students.

"He is the new Professor of Transfiguration who was appointed today?"

The two students also treated the old wizard's inquiries with great respect.

"Yes, Mr. Alpha, Mr. Headmaster announced yesterday that Professor Green and Professor Johnson will serve together as Professor of Transfiguration at Durmstrang."

After hearing what they said, the old wizard had no doubts about Jon's identity.

No one in this school dares to make fun of Grindelwald.

"Professor Green, of course your status as a professor allows you to have unimpeded access to this library, but if you are reading in the library, you can do whatever you want. If you want to borrow something and take it out, you need to get the book you want to borrow first. I’ll register you here.”

After learning that Jon was the Transfiguration Professor whom Grindelwald himself acknowledged, the old wizard did not show any doubt.

For example, as long as Grindelwald makes a decision, let alone letting a boy as old as Jon be a professor, even if he lets a monkey give lectures on the podium, he has no objection.

This extremely high level of trust and obedience, coupled with his age, makes Jon suspect that he may have been Grindelwald's die-hard loyalist fifty years ago, and this loyalty has not changed until now.

There are many people who are absolutely loyal to Grindelwald, because although his ideals are not accepted by the vast majority of wizards, the demands he represents are truly for the future of the entire magical world.

Therefore, in addition to those who are driven by interests and gather around him, there are also many people who are truly convinced by his ideals, willing to share the same goal with him, and follow him, and these people have absolute trust in him. and loyalty.

After obtaining his authority from the old wizard, Jon did not stay on the first floor of the library for long.

It's not that he doesn't need to read the magic books on the first floor. None of them can help him. He is just simply curious about the difference between Durmstrang's forbidden book area and Hogwarts's.

Walking to the end of the bookshelf on the first floor, there was a wooden staircase surrounded by ropes. Jon passed through the gap that could only be passed by one person, climbed the stairs to the second floor of the library.

Compared with the first floor, this place is obviously much smaller. There are only five rows of bookshelves and some tables and chairs placed against the wall.

Jon approached the bookshelf without touching the books on it. This was not only because he was worried that these books contained some curse-like magic, but also because he could clearly feel that the ring he was wearing was about to move.

The ring's anomaly comes from the second gem Jon found in the Hogwarts library.

I don’t know what settings were imposed on this stone by its original owner. It seems to be particularly interested in the magic power of books. It is clear that more than half of the magic power absorbed from the stone slab is left. Jon is approaching the bookshelf. From time to time, I felt like a child that wants to be fed first, struggling to draw the magic power from these magic books.

Grindelwald was very kind to him. Not only did he save him at sea, but he also agreed to such a harsh request last night. Without saying whether he would repay him or not, he "ate" his entire forbidden book area the next day. Jon would definitely not do such bad things.

Without getting started, he just used his eyes to observe the titles of all the books on the bookshelf. Jon determined that the forbidden books here were basically the same as those he brought out from Hogwarts Castle, except for the category of dark magic. It's a little richer.

After all, it is the inheritance of the school. In terms of research on Durmstrang's self-proclaimed "martial arts magic", they are indeed much ahead of the outside world.

Moreover, before Durmstrang became the principal of Grindelwald, it was always a tradition to only admit students from wizarding families. Some of these students’ original families would have passed down some corresponding unique secrets. Is it possible that there would be some? Some people donated items that had been passed down through their families to the school.

Thinking of this, Jon couldn't help but think of the Weasley family.

The Weasley family has a long enough history. Even if the financial resources are not worthy of the name of a pure-blood family, it is impossible for such a family to not accumulate some historical heritage.

I just don't know whether these things were taken into exile by Ron's parents, Mr. Weasley, or whether they were snatched away by Voldemort's Ministry of Magic.

If it was taken away, then now that Percy has surrendered to the past, will these be returned to him, right?

Jon couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he thought of this.

Percy is probably doing pretty well now.

"Of course I'm doing fine."

Underground in Whitehall, London, in the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic, Percy looked at the wizard in front of him expressionlessly.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. York, but now we are discussing work matters. Can you pass the relevant information about the case on Magnolia Road to me?"

The wizard known as Mr. York glanced at him with disdain, waved his wand, and sent the parchments floating around him to Percy.

Then he deliberately canceled the magic on these materials, wanting to scatter them on the ground and watch Percy pick them up in a panic.

But Percy seemed to have guessed his plan in advance. When the information flew over, he directly held it up with his hands, thanked him, and turned around to leave.

Mr. York, who had not achieved his goal, snorted coldly. No matter how much dissatisfaction and contempt he had for the only young man who could legally bear the surname Weasley, he could not express it outright like this.

As a benchmark set by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, no one dared to cause trouble to Percy openly, because now slapping Percy in the face would be equivalent to slapping Voldemort in the face.

Percy didn't show any sign of this difficulty, which was not considered troublesome at all. After turning around with the information in hand, an imperceptible sneer appeared on his face.

He liked watching these so-called "new purebloods" like this. The more they hated him but pretended to be nice to him, the more it made Percy feel happy.

After betraying Hogwarts, he lost his family and affection, but gained much more.

On the way back to the office, almost all the employees bowed their heads to avoid calling him "Mr. Weasley" in awe after seeing him.

This is the privilege of pure-blood wizards in this Ministry of Magic. They are born to be superior to half-bloods. This eternal class gap allows Percy to enjoy a vanity that he can never enjoy on the Hogwarts carriage. and respect.

With Voldemort's endorsement, he fully inherited the pure-blood class of the Weasley family under Voldemort's rule. This meant that as long as he did not make a big mistake, even Minister Fudge would not be able to look down on him in this Ministry of Magic.

When he just walked out of the office, from a distance, he suddenly saw a stream of people in front of him splitting up in the middle, and then three wizards wearing black robes with the mark of the dark devil on their chests walked up to him with indifferent expressions.

"Percy Weasley?"

The leading witch called Percy's name.

Percy's face clearly showed confusion, and it was marked with the Mark of the Dark. Even Aurors in the entire Ministry of Magic were not qualified to wear robes embroidered with this emblem, except for the gentleman's personal bodyguards, that is, the Death Eaters. only!

"Yes, it's me."

He also maintained the most basic composure. Although the Death Eaters were scary, he knew clearly that he had not made any mistakes and had no problems at work.

"Do you have any questions about our identity?" the witch asked, staring into Percy's eyes. The two wizards behind her had their right hands tucked into their sleeves, obviously holding their wands.

Percy gulped.

"Without a doubt, ma'am, I recognize the Dark Mark."

"Give me your wand and follow us."

Percy had no intention of resisting at all. He knew that even if he wanted to escape now, there was no possibility of escaping, so he immediately took out his wand and handed it over.

Then, in front of everyone in the Ministry of Magic, the three Death Eaters took him into the elevator and brought him to a courtroom on the same floor as the Wizengamot Court.

There was already a young man sitting in the courtroom, and his face was not unfamiliar to Percy.

Barty Crouch Jr.

The Charms professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a die-hard fan of that gentleman, a lunatic who even murdered his own parents for this purpose.

Because this lunatic is usually in charge of recruiting Mudbloods at Hogwarts, he is always used to wearing a mask with a hypocritical smile. It is precisely because of this that he appears even more chilling.

But now, even that hypocritical mask no longer existed on his face, and his expression was full of coldness and gloom. When Percy looked into his eyes, he felt as if his own eyes had been stabbed.

After being pushed into the courtroom, the three Death Eaters respectfully exited and closed the door, leaving only Barty Jr. and Percy.

Percy's hands and feet were cold, and the moment he saw little Barty, he already felt something was wrong.

The appearance of the Death Eaters might also be because that gentleman needed to speak out on his own and achieve a certain goal by belittling Dumbledore. But now that the person he was meeting was Barty Crouch Jr., it was basically certain. What I am about to encounter this time is definitely not a good thing!