Astoria Greengrass couldn't help but be stunned.

If she had heard the news a year ago, she would have jumped for joy.

But now, there is only bitterness left in the heart.

"My mother ......," Astoria muttered in a low voice, making a very clumsy excuse, "she may not be available." ”

"Summer vacation is long, she can't be busy all the time, right?" Jon replied with a smile.

Looking at Jon's expression, Astoria couldn't help but feel even more sad...... He doesn't understand anything now, so he can face himself like this, and if he knows the truth, will he still smile at himself?

"That's it, I'll acquiesce to you!" Jon leaned into her ear and whispered, "I'll write to you for the summer vacation, don't ignore me!"

"I ...... No......" Before Astoria could speak, a short figure had already walked over, interrupting the exchange between them.

"It's the last day of the semester!" Professor Flitwick looked up at the two Slytherin students with some curiosity, and screamed, "What are you waiting for, you feel like you should go back and rest...... You'll have to catch a train to Hogsmeade early tomorrow morning!"

Astoria turned and looked around...... In the entire hall, there were hardly any students left except for the two of them.

"Okay, Professor!" Jon nodded to Professor Flitwick and walked briskly out of the hall.

Astoria was stunned, and under Professor Flitwick's watchful gaze, she had no choice but to walk out after Jon......

Two people walking in the hallway of the basement...... Astoria kept Jon at arm's length, her eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to glance at Jon.

They returned to the Slytherin common room one after the other.

......

Ever since Christopher Patrick made an "anti-Dark Lord statement" that night, his status in the hearts of the members of the Knights of Walpus has plummeted, and he is no longer the Quasi-Death Eater leader he once was.

So when he stepped into the Slytherin common room, Graham Montey and Blaise Shabini quickly looked away, pretending not to see him at all.

Although he was no longer welcome, none of the Slytherin students dared to give him a color...... After all, the image of Christophe Patrick has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jon was indifferent to that, and in a few minutes he would theoretically not be here.

Once inside the dormitory, he put together one last time his luggage: two wands, spare potions, Grindelwald's Mithra Core...... After packing up all the useful stuff (he left the green robes and hood of Slytherin right here), he put on a black robe and lifted his suitcase.

"Kerry...... Patrick...... Where are you going?" shouted Sean-Avery with some surprise.

"Now that the semester is over, it's time to get out of here!" Jon said flatly, striding out of the dormitory without looking back.

"Is he kidding...... How could he get out of school without relying on the Hogwarts Express......" Avery muttered under his breath, but Jon quickly left his sight completely.

......

Walking out of the Slytherin common room, Jon, dressed in black robes, wandered through the basement hallway again.

He took off the iron ring in his hand and threw it into his suitcase, feeling a sense of relief all over his body.

"Meow—" Something came out like a ghost, coldly, blocking his way.

It was a scrawny, gray-haired cat, her bulging bulging eyes staring at Jon with her hair standing on end, and her hair stood on end and looked wary.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Without hesitation, Jon drew his wand and strode past Lady Loris, who was no longer able to move.

This petrification spell helped him fulfill the dream of almost half of the students in the school...... After all, nearly half of the students in the school hate this cat to the core.

As he walked out of the hallway of the basement and appeared next to Myrtle's bathroom, Jon finally saw the big bright red bird.

"Why don't you just pick me up at the door of the common room, it will only take you a moment!" Jon muttered softly.

Phoenix glanced at Jon haughtily, made a "I thought you pigeoned me" expression, and then lazily stretched out her tail feathers at Jon.

Jon grabbed Fawkes's tail feathers, and-

......

He appeared on a country road, flanked by tall, tangled hedgerows of bushes.

"Lumos!" Jon whispered, raising his bamboo wand.

The bright light of the tip of the wand illuminated a street sign next to it:

It has two pointing arrows, pointing behind it with "Big Hangleston, 5 miles" and pointing ahead with "Little Hangleston, 1 mile".

Jon paused, listening to the sound of the cicadas chirping in the middle of summer, and looked around for his companion.

The lazy phoenix was lying at his feet, its head resting on his calf, and it was closing its eyes to recuperate......

Fortunately, Jon didn't wait too long, and a minute later, several points of light appeared on the path in the direction of Big Hangleston, from far and near.

The path was illuminated, and then a white figure approached from afar. Albus Dumbledore, he still wears the half-moon shaped glasses, but his snow-white robes stand out in the dark night.

"Nice dress!" Albus Dumbledore glanced at Jon, "It's better to wear a black robe than yellow or silver-green...... Looks like a crow!"

"Crows are not auspicious creatures. Jon pursed his lips, glanced at Dumbledore, and exclaimed, "Wait...... Professor, why do you have an extra cane?"

"Inspired by Minerva!" Dumbledore blinked mischievously as he gently hammered the crutch on the ground, which was about the same length as his height, "For an old man with leg problems like us, it would be much more convenient to have an extra cane!"

"And your wand...... Is it ......?"

"yes...... It's in a cane, and it only takes a simple spell!" Dumbledore nodded, and he raised the object in his other hand, "By the way, did you tell me to bring it too?"

A glittering sword was held in Dumbledore's left hand, the hilt of the sword was encrusted with rubies, and Godric Gryffindor's name was engraved on the sword.