Jon couldn't help but frown.

The voice of the old man in front of him made him feel a little disgusted to hear.

It's hard to imagine that such a person is actually a friend of Albus Dumbledore?

"Hello, is that Professor Winston-Vance?" Jon repeated his previous question.

At the same time, his right hand, pretending to reach into his pocket without intention, grabbed his wand.

"Yes, that's right......" the little old man with a goatee had a lewd smile on his face: "I'm Vance...... What's the matter, dear?"

Jon took a few steps back, and he was in the letter of the meeting, and it seemed that Dumbledore hadn't told him what the connector code was......

"I'm Christopher Patrick!" Jon hinted.

"Nice name......" The obscene old man, as if he didn't even know the name, approached Jon, circling around Jon several times, sticking out his nose and sniffing vigorously from time to time.

"Are you really Professor Vance?" Jon asked, frowning and feeling a little disgusted.

"Of course!" the old man pointed to the sign on his chest, smiling again and revealing his yellow teeth.

On the sign on the chest, the five letters Vance (Vance) are quite eye-catching.

"Now, dear...... You don't have any doubts, do you?"

The old man leaned closer, and he was almost within a yard of Jon...... At the same time, he reached out and tried to caress the back of Jon's neck.

Jon couldn't take it anymore, he took a few steps back and quickly pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted.

The lewd expression on the old man's face froze almost instantaneously...... At the same time, his body was getting stiffer a little bit.

"Be respectful, sir!" exclaimed Jon.

However, the petrification spell only worked for a second, and the old man's stiff body began to move again, and it seemed that he had lifted the petrification charm on his body on its own.

Just as Jon was stunned, a powerful blast struck him in the chest.

Jon only felt like he was being knocked several meters away, and at the same time the wand in his hand was out of his hand......

Slammed against the wall, Jon struggled to get his head up.

There is no wand...... There are no spells either......

This means that the opponent uses both the Silent Spell and the Wandless Spell at the same time...... From this point of view, this obscene old man may not be inferior to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

What are you kidding, why did Dumbledore call himself to meet such a person?

Jon covered his forehead with his right hand, feigning a little dizzy, while his left hand crept into his pocket...... In the left pocket were a few wrapped devil's reticulospores, several bottles of potions, and the eggs of a frozen fire ash snake......

The lewd old man reached out and grabbed Jon's wand...... At the same time, he used his dry, slender fingers to gently stroke the wand......

"It's beautiful...... It's green......" said the old man in a sharp, creepy-sounding voice.

Then he looked up and looked at Jon with greedy eyes.

"That'...... That...... Where did that come from......" His voice suddenly trembled.

......

Jon was still thinking about what to do with the lewd man after losing his wand.

The other party actually raised such a question in such a trembling voice.

Jon felt a deep sense of fear and panic in the voice.

The other party's terrified gaze was looking at his own hands...... There was nothing else on his hands, except the iron ring that Dumbledore had given him.

"Your Excellen......cy," the other party asked softly in a panicked voice, "Can you tell me where it came from?"

Sure enough, the other party was referring to his own iron ring.

Tell him that Dumbledore gave it to him, but given that the other party doesn't know the name "Christopher Patrick", he may not have been in contact with Dumbledore at all.

So......

"Ancestral!" Jon said casually.

The old man shuddered visibly...... Hunched over like a goat, he returned the wand made of bamboo to Jon.

"I'm so sorry...... It's rude...... Your Excellency......" He lowered his head, not daring to meet Jon's gaze, "Is there anything you need my help with......"

Jon took his wand back and said lightly, "I'm Christopher Patrick, a fourth-year student, and I need to go to Durmstrang to cancel my school status. ”

The obscene old man, Professor Vance, looked visibly relieved.

He hurriedly ran to the door, opened the door of the office, and made a gesture of please:

"Very simple thing, come with me!"

......

Following Professor Winston Vance, Jon reappeared in the hallways of Durmstrang Castle.

Every student you meet along the way will stop and salute the old man in front of you.

"Good afternoon, sir!"

"Professor Vance!"

"Principal Vance!"

Headmaster......

Jon thought to himself: Is he the new headmaster of Durmstrang after Karkaroff ran away?

But that little office just now doesn't look like the principal's office.

But the students looked at Jon with a little disdain.

Jon ignored the gaze and followed Professor Vance down the stairs...... All the way to the first floor of the castle, in a very inconspicuous, low hut.

The hut looked a little dim, and on a bookshelf just after entering the door was a collection of dossiers......

At the same time, behind a table inside, sat an old man with white hair...... If Jon remembers correctly, he must have been the old man he saw wiping the deck of the ghost ship with a rag when he first entered the campus.

"Winston?" the old man glanced at the intruder and frowned, "You're still trying to get me the keys to Karkaroff's office, I don't think I can help you unless you get Durmstrang's approval......"

"No, Emerson ......" Professor Vance quickly shook his head, he pointed to Jon and explained, "This is Mr. Christopher Patrick, a fourth-year student...... He needs to get rid of Durmstrang!"

"Cancel your school registration...... the old man slowly stood up and walked to the bookshelf where the files were kept:

"Wait......" he turned to look at Jon, "What's your name?"

"Patrick......" Jon replied calmly, "Christopher Patrick." ”

"Patrick......" the old man repeated, his brow visibly frowning.

"I see, Mr. Patrick,......" he paused, then said slowly, "but before you do that, you have to go back to your dorm...... Pack up all the things you left at school and take them away!"

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