Jon wanted to leave silently again, as he had done before.

But in the end, he chose to stop......

Gently pushing open the door to the Potions classroom, he slowed down and stepped inside.

The movements were very light, and the two girls inside did not notice that an invisible person had broken into the classroom at all.

Astoria sat in her usual Potions class...... Daphne Greengrass, on the other hand, sat in Jon's usual seat.

A series of tears flowed silently from Astoria's sad face, but there was no cry at all, and only the tears kept flowing down.

The tears never stopped...... Her eyes were already a little swollen from crying, and it was distressing to look at.

The two-way mirror Jon had bought was on the table in front of her.

Unfortunately, the other mirror was wrapped in parchment and placed in Jon's bag.

So, it was impossible for her to see anything on it at all.

But her swollen eyes never took their eyes off the mirror.

Daphne Greengrass held her sister tightly in her arms.

"Forget all this......" she comforted softly, "as if it were all a nightmare, as if he had never been there......"

"I don't believe it, sister...... I don't believe ......" Astoria said in a hoarse voice, "Jon promised me...... He said that at the end of the semester, he would come to our house as a guest...... Obviously in a few days, this semester will be over......"

"He's dead......"

"I don't believe it...... I saw his eyes in the mirror......" she sobbed again.

The hoarse cry was so bitter, as if it had been soaked in Coptis water.

Unfortunately, Daphne's comfort didn't seem to have any effect, not even the slightest hint of making her sister feel better.

Instead, a little tear appeared on her own face.

......

Jon felt his emotions drift out of control.

His eyes also began to become sour.

Jon was tempted to rush over and hug her and take her in his arms...... Then tell her that she is actually alive...... If it weren't for the Occlumency, he would have forcibly kept what he had sane.

What sanity was left prevented Jon from doing so.

After all, once you expose yourself, all the previous actions will become useless.

He took a deep breath and forced himself out of the Potions classroom.

I still think of Astoria's sobs.

Jon covered his ears and fled, he ran a long distance......

Finally, he stopped again.

Then he took out another copy of the two-way mirror from his pocket and carefully tore open the parchment wrapped around it......

Through the two-way mirror, he could see Astoria's face clearly, and listened to her cry.

However, Astoria couldn't see anything, because of the Phantasmal Charm on Jon's body.

He sighed softly, then wrapped the mirror in parchment again and tucked it into his arms.

......

It was late, although it wasn't yet 12 o'clock.

But Jon didn't want to wander around the castle anymore, and he went straight to the eighth floor.

At the door of the Headmaster's office, the ugly stone monster with half-closed eyes noticed Jon coming.

However, the stone monsters seem to sense that Jon is not in a good mood...... It was busy, pretending not to move a leg, making way for the passageway, and the stone monster breathed a sigh of relief as Jon walked over.

Walking into Dumbledore's office, Jon noticed that there were obvious signs of a fight, both on the walls and on the bookcases...... On the edge of one of the portraits, Jon even saw claw marks......

"You don't know how Professor Snape taught my scumbag great-grandson!" Headmaster Phineas Black said, frowning with a wink.

In other words, Jon would have come over and join in the fun.

It's a pity that today, he is not in this mood.

......

Albus Dumbledore wears half-moon-shaped glasses and reads a newspaper at his desk.

"Professor!" Jon reminded softly.

"Decided?" Dumbledore asked, looking up, gently.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I've just contacted a few friends in France!" Dumbledore continued, as if he hadn't seen the strangeness on Jon's face, "You're going to have a new identity...... A fourth-grader in Beauxbatons ......"

"I've already mentioned it to Madame Maxime, and she's always agreed!" Dumbledore continued, "Of course she didn't know you were Jon Hart, I just told her that you were a distant relative of mine!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore handed over a complete document.

Jon glanced at it, and the material didn't look like there was anything wrong with it......

"Professor......" Jon only felt his voice become a little hoarse.

"Of course, Jon!" Dumbledore's tone suddenly became serious, "I mentioned to you before, and I have a request for you......"

Walking around the school in the afternoon, Jon almost forgot about it.

"Say it, Headmaster......" Jon said quickly.

"First of all, it's just a request, it's up to you to say yes or not......" Dumbledore's voice became soft: "I think, you now have a new identity......"

Jon nodded.

"In Voldemort's eyes, you're dead, and he's certainly not going to pay much attention to you for a little trash he killed......" Dumbledore continued, "So, you're safe now......"

Jon nodded again.

"My request is, I just want to ask you to come to Hogwarts next year as an exchange student!"

"Exchange students?" Jon froze.

"Yes, exchange students from Beauxbatons for one year...... After a year, you no longer have anything to do with Hogwarts. Dumbledore said calmly, "It's up to you whether you want to go to France or stay at that time." ”

"Professor, I don't understand......" Jon stammered a little.

"It's that simple. Dumbledore's pale blue eyes looked straight into Jon's eyes, "I wish you could come to Hogwarts for another year......"

"At the same time, I promise you, in a year's time...... I'll tell you a very important secret about you!"

Jon felt his breathing become a little short.

"As I said, it's just a request...... As with the request you made to me before, it is up to your personal wishes. Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and rubbed his eyes:

"And Jon, what about your reply?"