HP Approaches the Magical World

The development of things is proceeding as Jon expected.

After receiving the notice from Professor Sprout, Jon wrote a note to the professor, and then continued to have dinner with Stephen.

"Going to the principal's office is a rare experience, you should cherish it."

Stephen winked as Jon handed the finished note to the owl, and teased.

"This experience is for you, do you want it?"

Jon raised his hand and stuffed a piece of apple pie into Stephen's mouth: "Eat your meal quickly, I still have to think about how to tell the principal about this."

"Let's be honest, what's so difficult about it, you can't lie in front of Principal Dumbledore."

"Of course it's not about lying, it's about how far you can tell the truth."

Jon knew that he was looking for protection this time, and he didn't want to be targeted by the black wizards in America.

Forget it at school, those dark wizards dare not come to school,

But,

When he was on vacation, it would not be so easy for him to hide at home.

As far as the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic is concerned, by the time they realize it, the dark wizards have already turned themselves into ashes and fled back to their hometown in America.

Jon didn't dare to put his life in their hands, so in comparison, it was safe to seek Dumbledore's protection.

At least, Dumbledore is someone who likes to take the initiative rather than defend passively.

...

At seven o'clock in the evening, Jon arrived on the eighth floor on time.

After looking at the door of the principal's office countless times, he was still a little excited to go in this time and face Dumbledore directly.

After taking a few deep breaths, Jon felt his heartbeat calm down, and then he walked in front of the guardian stone statue.

"Password."

"Lemon drops."

"correct answer."

The guardian statue moved lazily aside, making way for Jon.

Walking through the steps at the door, just as Jon raised his hand to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled and looked at Jon standing at the door, and straightened the collar of his shirt with one hand.

"Come in, Mr. Smith."

Jon blinked and walked into the principal's office.

The walls on both sides are covered with portraits of Hogwarts former headmasters.

The portraits of Godric and Helga are hung on both sides of the entrance door, but there are no portraits of the two founders of Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

As Helga said,

Salazar took everything he had,

Apart from the Room of Requirement, Rowena left almost nothing behind.

The other principals, Jon, basically couldn't recognize a few of them. Except for two who had seen in the offices of Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick, he didn't know the rest.

Even with the names and profile nameplates, Jon didn't recognize who these principals were.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, just call me Jon."

The door behind him closed automatically, and Jon walked across from Dumbledore, bowing slightly.

"Good evening, Jon, what's for dinner?"

"Lemonade is ready, thank you."

Dumbledore clapped his hands, and a glass of lemonade appeared in front of Jon, along with some snacks.

"I heard you're having a problem."

Dumbledore took out the box containing the pocket watch from the drawer and put it on the table: "What are the causes and consequences of this matter? I think you don't mind telling me about it."

Jon naturally would not refuse.

The matter has developed to this point, and there is no point in continuing to conceal it.

So he beautified the matter of the black musician a little bit, a little earlier, and told the matter from the discovery of Bane to the death of the black musician succinctly.

Dumbledore was quite a gentleman when facing the students. Although some things were said briefly, Dumbledore did not interrupt Jon when he was talking, but just drank his own honey tea silently.

After Jon explained clearly what happened and the current situation, Dumbledore put down the teacup in his hand, and the bottom of the cup fell on the table, making a crisp sound.

"So what are you thinking now?"

After listening, Dumbledore frowned and summarized:

"Do you want to clean up those dark wizards, or do you want them to never be able to approach you?

In my opinion, I still hope that you can make some choices that are sufficient to ensure your life safety.

After all, you are not only a student at the school, but you are also a Hufflepuff, and the school should be responsible for your safety. "

"You really know about it."

Jon was not surprised to hear this sentence from Dumbledore.

When he entered the door, he had already discovered that the Helga on the portrait now was Helga in a perfect state, not the usual magic portrait.

And when Jon decided to tell Dumbledore his identity, he and Helga worked out how to talk to Dumbledore about this issue.

"We didn't see each other outside last time, but it's not too late to meet now, isn't it?"

Dumbledore spoke slowly and sounded very comfortable: "I thought Helga had already told you about this."

He stood up, touched the table, and pulled out a large bag of... popcorn.

"Try this, a snack I got from the Muggle world, you should like it."

"Oh, thank you."

Jon consciously grabbed the bag and ate the popcorn, and replied, "I haven't had a chance to talk to my ancestors in the lounge recently, so I don't know yet."

"That's it."

Dumbledore didn't doubt it either, because the portrait of Helga had told him about these things before, and the two sides were right.

"However, in this matter, it is best for you, principal, to clean up those dark wizards. After all, the holiday is about to begin, and it will be very troublesome to be targeted by black wizards.

Moreover, I don't want everyone to know my identity. To be honest with you, I just want to be an ordinary student. "

"It's natural. Speaking of it, it's very difficult for the current students to have your attitude of not caring about fame. I still appreciate this attitude and hope you can continue to maintain it."

Dumbledore pulled the bag back a little calmly, grabbed a few popcorns with his withered fingers and stuffed them into the "beard": "Then, leave this matter to me, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." answer."

"Of course, of course, then I look forward to hearing from you."

Jon smiled and said, no matter what it is, as long as the two sides reach a consensus, then the rest will be much easier.

"Hogwarts will not tolerate provocations from dark wizards. You can rest assured about this matter. Prepare for your final exam, Mr. Smith."

"Thank you for your advice."

Jon stood up and nodded slightly:

"Then, I'll leave first."