"It's safe here, at least you don't have to worry about those nasty kittens!" Dumbledore was the first to speak, "Because I have a pretty good relationship with the bartenders here, would you like some butterbeer?"

"Yes!" Jon smiled and nodded.

The butterbeer keg was opened at once, and Fawkes flew to the bed with some displeasure.

Dumbledore poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Jon...... Jon took it and took a sip.

"Some of the Slytherin students formed a reserve Death Eater organization. Jon was the first to speak, "Including Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Sabini, ......"

He directly reported the names of all the members of the Knights of Walples, and finally added: "Of course, there is me!"

"Really?" Dumbledore asked with a relaxed expression, taking a sip of Butterbeer and not seeming surprised, "And who are they leading?"

"It was Draco Malfoy before......" Jon replied honestly, "now it's me." ”

"Ahem, ahem......" Dumbledore let out a violent cough, and it looked like the butterbeer had choked him.

"It's alright, Professor. Jon quickly stood up and patted Dumbledore on the back.

Fawkes had already flown over, and a tear fell onto Dumbledore's hand, and Dumbledore slipped it down...... Then, he looked like he was back to normal.

"It's fine, it's just choking...... You go ahead. ”

"Professor Hagrid must have something in the Forbidden Forest......" Jon continued, "Someone has noticed his abnormality, and I suggest you warn him, or there is a good chance that something will go wrong with him." ”

"Hmm!" Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"And ......" Jon hesitated for a moment, "Mrs. Greengrass, I saw the news in the Daily Prophet, she?"

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore smiled, "I already know about Diana, you can tell young Miss Greengrass that her mother will be fine!"

Seeing Dumbledore's statement, Jon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

An old man and a young man continued to chat in this dirty hut, mainly about some of the situation in the school.

"It's half past eleven!" Dumbledore looked up at the wall, where a bell was missing, and said, "Jon, I suggest you have to hurry back...... Otherwise, Mr. Filch would be very angry!"

"I understand, Professor. Jon stood up, then thought for a moment before taking the initiative to speak, "That'...... Can you get Fawkes to come back to me again, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you carefully...... But I need to sort it out now!"

"Oh, about what?" Dumbledore asked, somewhat curious.

"On the Transfiguration aspect. Jon said with a serious face.

"Okay, I'm welcome......"

......

A few minutes later, they descended the stairs.

Jon had put on that iron ring and reverted back to Christopher Patrick's appearance.

Downstairs at the Pig's Head Bar, the strangely dressed waitress was still squatting on the ground and feeding a few goats.

Dumbledore nodded at him, and the hostess turned his head unceremoniously, ignoring him.

They walked out of the Hog's Head Pub together, and Professor Dumbledore lowered his head and whispered, "Then I'll go first, I think you'll have to go to the gate and be checked by Mr. Filch." ”

Fawkes flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, only to see a flash of golden light, and a man and a bird disappeared in an instant.

Jon was about to leave, but a hand was on his shoulder.

It was the eccentric waitress who had a strong smell of mutton on his body. Jon suspected that the hand holding his shoulder had just been licked by a goat.

"Hart?" he asked, questioningly, "Jon Hart?"

At this moment, Jon was indeed a little shocked, but after thinking of the other party's true identity (Albus Dumbledore's younger brother Aberforth Dumbledore), he was not too surprised.

He nodded.

"Follow me!" his old voice reached Jon's ears.

Then, he grabbed Jon by the shoulders again, pulling Jon into the Hoghead Bar once more.

......

This time, though, they went not upstairs, but to a small room in the basement.

It was covered with a sturdy carpet that looked much cleaner than upstairs, and above the fireplace hung a huge painting of a pretty blonde girl about Jon's age, staring timidly at the stranger in the room.

"Professor Dumbledore told you about my identity?" Jon asked softly, looking at the hog-headed barman at the barman.

He had taken off his thick, full-covering coat. He showed his face obscured by a long, rope-like beard, and he wore a pair of glasses, and behind the dirty lenses was a pair of blue eyes identical to that of Headmaster Albus-Dumbledore.

"No, that's what I guessed!" Aberforth Dumbledore said with some indifference, "There are not many students at Hogwarts who can get special treatment from the great Headmaster Albus Dumbledore!"

When the word great is mentioned, there is a clear irony in his tone.

"Would you like a butterbeer?" he had already picked up a dirty glass.

"No need, Mr. Dumbledore...... I've had two drinks today!" Jon quickly refused. Butterbeer doesn't get drunk because there's no alcohol, but it can be greasy if you drink too much.

"What did my brother tell you, my true identity?" Aberforth-Dumbledore looked up in surprise, looking Jon up and down with his blue eyes.

"No, actually, I guessed!" Jon replied with a smile, "After all, there are not many people in this world who can be so trusted by Headmaster Dumbledore. ”

"Hmph, you're smart!" Aberforth snorted, then he pointed to the golden painting and said, "This is my sister, Ariana Dumbledore. ”

Jon notices that he uses "I" instead of "we".

Then Jon turned around and bowed gently to the girl on the canvas.

Ariana, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, looked happy, and she waved happily at Jon.

Seeing Jon's actions, Aberforth-Dumbledore's cold face softened a little.

"Yes, you're smart. It's a pity ......," he said with a serious face:

"You don't understand anything, Jon Hart!"