"Free?" Jon took the purple booklet and glanced down at it—

"Authorized by the Ministry of Magic - Protect Your Home and Family from the Dark Arts!" he read softly, then slowly opened it, "The wizarding world is currently under threat from a group calling itself 'Death Eaters', so please follow these simple safety guidelines-"

"Number one, don't leave your home or the wizarding colony alone. ”

"Second, do not linger or walk outside when it is dark. ”

"Article 3, to prevent Death Eaters from using the decoction of the compound to counterfeit others, please ......"

Jon closed the purple pamphlet and muttered, "I suspect you're targeting me......"

"What's wrong, sir?" said the deflated barkeeper grinning, revealing his bad teeth.

"Nothing...... I'm going to stay and I'm going to have three meals, two nights, and the rest is a tip. Jon took a gold coin and two silver coins out of his pocket and handed them to Tom.

"Okay!" Tom Abbott slowly took a few coins, then picked up a quill pen and scribbled a few notes on the somewhat moldy ledger: "Room 27...... Do you need me to take you there, sir?"

"No need, thank you. Jon shook his head, then added, "If there's today's Daily Prophet, take the trouble to send me to my room." ”

"Okay, please wait, the newspaper and lunch will be delivered shortly!"

......

Walking into the room in the Leaky Cauldron, Jon put down his suitcase and took off his black coat.

Next, he took a tray with teacups on the coffee table and removed them all...... And out of the black coat pocket was a small, ugly, featherless chick.

The chicks were black and crumpled from top to bottom.

Obviously, the ugly bird was Fawkes, but she had just been reborn a few hours earlier, and her feathers hadn't grown yet.

Jon placed it carefully on the tray and let out a strange "oops" sound.

The ugly chick looked at him with displeasure, and she had just pecked the wizard in front of her hard.

"Oh, kind enough to get you out......" Jon covered his hand and stole a glance at Fawkes, still angry at the young phoenix, so he had to smile and laugh:

"I'm so sorry...... I didn't mean to forget you over there......"

Thinking back to the scene a few hours ago, when he rescued Fox from Gaunt's old mansion...... In the midst of the deformed ruins burned by the fire, a hairless and very weak young phoenix that had just crawled out of the ashes shivered in the cold wind......

She even froze a little when Jon tucked her into his pocket...... If Jon had been a few hours at night, she would probably have been the first phoenix to freeze to death, but it was unknown if she would have been reborn after being frozen to death.

Fawkes raised his head and pouted haughtily in the direction of the fireplace.

"Incendio!" Jon quickly pulled out his wand and pointed over there.

The fireplace was immediately lit with a raging fire.

Jon staggered the tray to the fireplace, Fawkes' face softened in the light of the flames.

"You can't blame me...... If you want to blame your owner, you can only blame your master, who is more than 100 years old, and it is too much to forget to bring your pet back......"

Fawkes turned his head and nodded at Jon, waving a small paw...... It means that the sloppy old man named Albus Dumbledore is too much!

Then she gestured twice to Jon with her teeth and claws, signaling that you are too, very much!

"Didn't I remember...... And get you out!" Jon smirked.

Phoenix turned her head to the flames, saying that I don't want to pay attention to you anymore.

Jon thought about it for a moment and quickly ran to the suitcase...... Rummaged through it, then took out a large bag of herbs.

Then he took the herb bag and took out a purple Abyssinian wrinkled fig from it, and handed it to the ugly bird in a flattering manner.

The baby phoenix apparently smelled something...... But she closed her eyes and pretended she didn't want to eat at all.

Jon thought for a moment, then placed the purple Abyssinian crumpled fig on the tray and took a few steps back.

Fox looks like he's engaged in a fierce battle of ideas...... After almost thirty seconds, her lust seemed to prevail over her sanity......

Can't help it...... She turned her head and pecked at the fig.

As she pecked, she waved her paw at Jon, signaling "some more", "some more".

"That's a lot!" Jon chuckled as he rummaged through the herb bag, pulling out handfuls of flower pods, dried castor beans, and porcupine spines, and he even took out a devil's web spores and carefully placed them in the tray.

Fox also did not refuse to come, and feasted on his back against the flames.

Jon was a little skeptical about life...... How can such a small bird with such a big fist eat so many things, will it be strangled to death?

But he didn't dare to ask, for fear that Fox would peck at him.

Phoenix ate herbs that were almost three or two times her weight in one go, but her stomach didn't swell at all...... I saw her burp and then fall asleep in the tray.

"Finally put this little ancestor ...... No, it's the Ancestor, it's okay!" Jon sighed.

He could only hope that Fox would soon grow up and be able to fly...... Then let her go to Dumbledore herself.

......

The remaining herbs on the tray were retracted into the herb bag little by little, and Jon suddenly heard a knock at the door.

"Sir, your lunch, and the Daily Prophet you want!" Then Old Tom's slow voice came from outside the door.

Jon quickly put on his black coat, then walked over and opened the door, taking a glass of pumpkin juice and a plate of sandwiches, and a newspaper.

While eating lunch and reading the newspaper—

"Fudge is gone, and Mrs. Bones is minister?" Jon said to himself, and Jon was quite optimistic about Amelia Bones, a fairly fair witch, after all, she had given him a 2,500 Galleon witch two years ago.

Continue to roughly read the contents of the newspaper: "The market price of the dragon skin has increased by fifty percent...... 'Savior' Harry Potter...... Umbridge undergoes psychotherapy at St. Mungo...... And ......"

In a small corner of the eighth edition, Jon reads: "Professor Newt Scamander of Hogwarts has announced that he will no longer be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Severus Snape, the current Potions teacher, will take his place, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is recruiting a Potions teacher from the wizarding world!"

"I'm going?" Jon nearly choked on the sandwich.