Jon only felt that Mrs. Diana-Greengrass's slender arm might break free from his grasp at any moment, and he had to hold on tighter.

The scene around him turned pitch black, and the intense squeezing in all directions made him breathless slightly, as if his chest was being clung to by something...... The journey is much more uncomfortable than the real illusion with the help of Fox.

Jon quickly recovered, taking a look around...... They appear to be located in an abandoned square, with an old war monument erected in the middle, as well as several benches.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm going this way......" muttered Mrs. Greengrass, "come with me." ”

With gentle steps, she passed an empty tavern and several houses...... Then I turned around another street corner...... Finally passed through a phone booth and a bus shelter......

Jon followed her all the time.

It took Fawkes about a minute to find this side too, and she flew behind Jon.

"Badley-Barberton Village, this should be the place!" a smile appeared on Mrs. Greengrass's lips, "A Muggle village, the letter Slughorn gave me two weeks ago told me he lives here now!"

"He lives in ......," Jon frowned, thinking back to the time when Dumbledore took Harry Potter to visit Slughorn.

"Borrow a Muggle house that doesn't have people for a while, that's what he's always done!" Mrs. Greengrass shrugged.

"Why?" asked Jon, curious.

"If I'm not mistaken, Horace-Slughorn's father was a notorious gambler who mortgaged the entire castle of the Slughorn family to Gringotts...... Slughorn spent decades as an adult trying to redeem the castle, and by the time he retired a decade ago, he had saved enough money to get his wish......," explained Mrs. Greengrass.

"He's redeemed now......" Jon said, a little surprised.

"A castle costs a lot of money to maintain and maintain, and apparently Professor Slughorn didn't realize this before he retired...... "Mrs. Greengrass smiled, "so after retirement, he can only continue to borrow Muggle houses to live in......"

"And the castle?" Jon wondered, if a castle that was uninhabited didn't need to be taken care of.

"I don't know, but he seems to have been with him all the time!" said Mrs. Greengrass casually.

She continued to wait for Jon to walk forward down a steep, narrow street, then turned left into another straight side street, and heard the midday bell ringing in the church behind her......

Jon recalls that in the original books of his previous life, Horace-Slughorn first stole Professor Sprout's herbs on campus, and then cheated Hagrid out of the Octopus's venom, and it seemed that he was really short of money...... This is a few cents of power added to his plan.

As they approached a neat little stone house in the garden, Mrs. Greengrass stopped and motioned for Jon not to go any further.

They stopped outside the fence of the courtyard.

Mrs. Greengrass took out her wand and tapped it lightly on the wall twice.

"Professor Slughorn, are you there?" she asked, exclaiming.

......

"Oh, Merlin's beard...... This familiar sound...... Of course, I'm here!" a somewhat excited voice came from inside the room, "Wait a minute!"

A few seconds later, a bald old man, with bulging eyes and a silver beard as thick as a walrus, sprang out of the house.

"Oh, Diana, what wind is blowing you?" said Horace-Slughorn with an excited look on his face, and he rushed over and gave Mrs. Greengrass a warm hug.

He exclaimed fervently, "I heard about it...... Mrs. Bones is said to want you to be reinstated, right, and even further?"

"It's just a reinstatement, and the process will be completed in two weeks. Mrs. Greengrass said lightly.

The pudgy old man's mouth kept babbling, "Oh, that's great...... Honestly, Fudge, and that Umbridge, they've gone too far for what they've done to you, and I've always been indignant about it...... By the way, do you know Barnabas-Gufe, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, who is always interested in hearing my opinion on the current situation, and it is because I gave him instructions that he has not written an article attacking you......"

"Then I really thank you very much......" Mrs. Greengrass quickly interrupted, "Professor Slughorn, I brought a guest today!"

"Guest?" Horace-Slughorn set his eyes on Jon for the first time.

"Oh, hello!" he held out his hand to Jon with a slight coldness, "Horace-Slughorn, Hogwarts' Potions teacher. ”

"Hello, Professor Slughorn...... I'm Jon Hart. Jon smiled and bowed his head, shaking his hand as he introduced himself.

"Jon Hart?" Slughorn's face changed, "I seem to have heard of this name......"

Since Voldemort's return on the run, neither Jon nor Dumbledore has made any attempt to hide the existence of Jon Hart, although they have not attempted to advertise that he is still alive.

"Oh, I remember!" Slughorn suddenly realized, "When Albus Dumbledore invited me to be a teacher at Hogwarts three days ago, he mentioned your name at least five times in half an hour of conversation......"

"yes, I think I'm honored!" Jon smiled and nodded.

"Also, a year ago, you were the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, right...... Dumbledore also seemed to mention that you were the most gifted student in Potions he had ever met......" Slughorn's mouth fell into a state of chatter again.

"Yes, no more...... I'm going to be a little shy anyway, Professor!" Jon interrupted.

"What's the matter with coming to the Humble House?" Horace-Slughorn looked at Jon with a smile on his face, his face full of kindness and gentleness.

"To be precise, I may have brought you a gift. As he spoke, Jon gestured to get something into his suitcase.

"Gift?" Slughorn's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face became even stronger: "No hurry...... Come in and say, come in and talk!"