In room 27 of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the strange sounds that came from inside from time to time seemed to have disappeared.

Now, it seems quiet in the room.

A snow-white owl was pecking at a piece of dried meat in front of it nervously...... At the same time, it turned its head from time to time and looked at the terrible "meat ball" behind it in a panic.

The spherical phoenix behind the owl didn't seem to be in good condition either.

Because of her temporary guardian, she thought of a good solution......

Jon Hart pulled out a rope and tied it firmly in Fawkes's mouth...... Since the tip of the phoenix's beak was curved, there was no possibility for her to break free from this dead knot.

What's more, the mouth is tied, and the phoenix can neither eat nor sing...... Killing two birds with one stone, it's just perfect.

Fawkes looked at Jon with a look of resentment, but unfortunately she couldn't even let out a pitiful cry of "woo-woo" after her mouth was tied...... And after the body has become a meat ball, it is difficult to win sympathy by appearance.

After all, a fat ruin all?

To put it simply, Fawkes had given up the possibility of breaking free from the rope in her mouth, and she had to put her resentment on the owl in front of her. Although no sound can be made, the coercion is still there......

The poor owl could only huddle here and shiver as he ate, after all, it couldn't leave until Jon wrote back.

As for the Iron Eater, under Jon's "obscenity", it had already obediently retracted into the emerald bamboo wand.

......

Jon is quite satisfied with the peaceful life in front of him, especially after seeing the scene where the owl and the phoenix "get along".

In the dim light, he opened the letter that Jo Green had brought with him—no doubt it had been sent by its owner.

"Dear Jon,

I've spoken to my mother and she'd love for you to visit Greengrass Manor, if you're free next Monday.

But neither your mother nor your sister know who you really are, and they don't know that Jon Hart is still alive, so please be tactful...... Hope to see you soon......

Greengrass Manor is located in the town of Paisley in Renfrewshire, southwest of the city of Glasgow...... There's a very conspicuous elk statue there, and I'll pick you up there.

Astoria Greengrass"

A smile appeared on Jon's lips as he read the letter.

Taking a few deep breaths, Jon picked up the quill and began to write on a new piece of parchment—

"Dear Astoria,

I'm honored to have your invitation, I'll be free next Monday, and I'll be there as soon as possible, probably before nine o'clock in the morning, you can wait for me there at nine o'clock, I think it will take a little time to find the statue.

Jon Hart"

Putting down the quill in his hand, Jon tied the "short" letter to Joe's feet and opened the window.

The poor owl sprang out of the room and disappeared into the night sky.

Turning around, Jon glanced at the silent phoenix over there, put on a fierce expression, and shouted, "Grow your wings by next Monday, do you hear?"

Phoenix spun away, a look of disdain, pretending not to hear Jon at all.

Jon slowed down and said in a negotiative tone, "If you can grow wings by next Monday...... I'll untie the rope from your mouth and let you eat more!"

Phoenix's eyes lit up suddenly, and she seemed to have forgotten her reserve, turning around and nodding to Jon.

......

The following weekend, Fawkes, who stopped eating, began to slim down at a rate visible to the naked eye...... It's a little strange to look at, but it's the truth.

The fat on the body disappeared little by little, and at the same time, the physique began to grow...... In just two days, she completely got rid of her previous image of a meat ball, and began to look exactly like the beautiful phoenix Jon had seen before.

In addition to the fact that the body is still a little smaller, the skin is a little dark, and the feathers on the body have not yet grown.

In the past two days, Fawkes looked at Jon with resentment, as if to say, "You see I've worked so hard, hurry up and untie the rope from my mouth and let me eat a big meal, right?"

Of course, Jon wouldn't accede to her request, for fear that if she ate it, her physique would return to what it used to be...... I'm going to survive next Monday.

Jon hasn't been idle these days, he's been busy up and down Diagon Alley, shopping for all sorts of things.

Sometimes they wear black robes to cover their faces, and sometimes they wear transformation rings to disguise themselves......

However, he did not use Polyjuice Potion - due to concerns about the Death Eaters' misuse of Polyjuice Potion (which the Death Eaters did the last time Voldemort was in power), the Ministry of Magic was very strict about this, and the streets were full of Law Enforcement officers. So Jon was worried that using the Polyjuice Potion would arouse suspicion.

In two days, he had walked almost all the Diagon Alley, his suitcase was stuffed to the brim, and the huge bounty he had received from Mrs. Amelia Bones two years earlier was now gone.

Of course, due to Fudge's resignation, with the evidence of Dumbledore and Moody, Siris-Black should have been completely "whitewashed", and the previous road to making money is basically useless.

Jon was wondering if he was going to write a letter to Dumbledore...... Anyway, I'm half a Dumbledore now, so in order to completely eradicate the power of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, it's not too much to fund activities, right?

......

By Monday morning, Jon had woken up early.

I went downstairs for breakfast, and asked Mr. Tom Abbott to leave the room, and at the same time returned to the room to make a final check on whether anything had been left behind......

When everything was ready, he turned his gaze to Fawkes.

"Can you take me to Paisley, Renfrewshire?" he asked calmly.

Fawkes nodded hurriedly, then turned around—

Jon gently grabbed her tail feathers, and the whole person disappeared from the Leaky Cauldron......

PS: Just after 12 o'clock, after seeing the reader's comment again, I almost cried as a big man...... It's true.

It's super uncomfortable to be a stand-alone machine, and some things don't know how much to cherish until you lose them!

Thank you all for your support, really, very much...... Finally, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival!