To be honest, Jon wasn't bothered by what he saw at the Cauldron Bar.

In fact, Aberforth Dumbledore's words, he quickly left them behind.

As December approached and the snow was getting heavier, Jon felt the pressure on the Dolores Supporters......

Mainly because as Christmas approached, Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy's prefects were getting heavier and heavier.

They oversee the decoration of the castle under Peeves' interference, watch the first and second graders who have to stay indoors during recess because of the cold and rain, and take turns patrolling the corridors with the castle keeper, Mr. Argus Filch, who suspects that fights may increase as the holiday season approaches......

So, obviously, they can't continue to contribute much to the .organization.

Without two right-hand men, Jon had to rely on stupid big men like Crabbe and Goyle, or a young lady like Selwyn, to spy on Harry Potter and his companions, and the increasingly frequent illegal assemblies in the school.

Senior Investigator Dolores Umbridge is now getting more and more irritable, especially because of the presence of the three new teachers, Scamander, Hagrid, and Filch (whom Umbridge both dislikes).

Fortunately, she still has a lot of trust in Christophe Patrick and the "Dolores Support Club".

Jon was already thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to sell the other one, the "Dumbledore's Army", for a good price, and solidify his status as the "number one dog" with Umbridge.

Of course, you have to consult with Professor Dumbledore beforehand.

......

Astoria Greengrass has been in poor form of late.

She was sick.

Probably because there were so many things to worry about: fear of Umbridge's revenge, but whether his mother would be imprisoned in Azkaban, and whether Jon's fake identity would be discovered......

She spent the penultimate week of Christmas holidays in the school hospital.

Her sister Daphne Greengrass took a leave of absence and stayed by her side for a moment......

So much so that it was difficult for Jon to visit her too often, and he could only get a little information about her through Selwyn's side.

"She looks terrible!, pale, and ......feverish," said Tiffany Selwyn, "I heard that her mother was going to Wizengamot to be tried by the Ministry of Magic the day after the Christmas break...... As a result, she collapsed before that. ”

No matter how anxious Jon was, there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, two days before the start of the Christmas holidays, Astoria was finally discharged from the hospital.

In astronomy class, Jon found an opportunity to sneak up on her:

"Are you alright......"

"It's okay......" Astoria smiled a little reluctantly, although the smile was still weak: "Don't worry about me ......"

"Can you give it up, Astoria...... I'll use the binoculars here!" Selwyn's voice came out of place behind him.

"Okay...... Astoria had to get out of the way and walk to the telescope on the other side.

Seeing that she wasn't paying attention, Selwyn whispered to Jon, "Christopher, I've found a breakthrough...... Marietta Ekmore of Ravenclaw, I heard her and others boast that she was also rallying with the Potters...... Her mother is Mrs. Ekmo of the Magical Transportation Division's Floo Network Administration, and her immediate boss happens to be my father, so I might be able to force her to tell the truth......"

"Sounds good!" Jon was slightly annoyed, but he kept it up well, "But I want to wait until after Christmas...... Let Potter and the others spend this Christmas in peace!"

"Then Christophe, are you interested in going to Selwyn Manor for Christmas?" Selwyn suddenly invited, and she smiled, "There is a pure-blood family of the Ball, and most pure-blood families will attend ......"

"I'd love to. Jon said a little stiffly, "But I think I'll have to go and spend time with my aunt, and it's rare to come to England for Christmas!"

"Then I'm sorry!" replied Selwyn with some disappointment, "I hope Lady Bassat is healthy, she is one of the few living fossil-level witches left in the British wizarding world!"

"Well, thank you!"

......

That night, Jon spent a long time in the library's forbidden section.

It wasn't until Mrs. Pince got rid of the people with a feather duster that she yelled at Jon angrily, "It's almost nine o'clock, even if you have Professor Umbridge behind you, you have to get me out of this ...... quickly."

"I'm sorry!" Jon quickly closed the last book and handed it to Mrs. Pince.

Mrs. Pince glanced at the book in her hand with some disdain, and she muttered, "Another lover of dark arts!"

Jon had already walked out of the library, though.

The corridors of Hogwarts at night are a little eerie...... From time to time, a ghost floats around, which makes people feel creepy.

Jon couldn't help but quicken his pace and walked to the basement.

"Stop!" a boy with a prefect's badge thrust in from the beveled hallway, grabbing Jon by the sleeve.

He first glanced at the coat of arms on Jon's chest, and then shouted with some excitement:

"A junior Slytherin, are you that friend of Draco Malfoy...... Haha, you're violating the curfew regulations!"

Jon glanced at the other man's fiery red hair and recognized his identity by the firelight, "I think for a fourth grader, the curfew was nine o'clock, and now it's two minutes away!"

"Your watch is five minutes slower!" Ron Weasley said unreasonably, "Let me think about it...... Will you be imprisoned, or will you be punished for copying sentences......"

"Who's there?" another voice came from far down the hallway, it was Draco Malfoy's, his wand glinting in his hand.

"Haha, Christophe...... How did you hang out with the Weasleys, aren't you dirty?" Draco Malfoy laughed as he took a few steps closer and saw it clearly.

"Malfoy, your friend has violated the curfew decrees!" Ron Weasley said unceremoniously.

"That's up to you, Weasley!" Draco Malfoy pulled Jon over, and seeing the angry look on Ron's face, he sarcastically said unceremoniously, "Do you want to fight?"

The footsteps of Crabbe and Goyle had been heard from where Malfoy had been.

The two of them quickly stood beside Jon and Malfoy, and the four of them stood in a line.

Looking at the four people in front of him, Ron Weasley's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back, and muttered, "Count you good luck this time!"

"Wait!" Jon looked at Ron calmly and asked, "You're Ron Weasley!"

"Of course!" Draco Malfoy preemptively said, "It's the pure-blood traitor Weasley's ...... His father was the same Arthur Weasley who spent his days hanging out with Muggles and mudbloods!"

"Arthur Weasley?" Jon seemed attracted by the name, he looked at Ron and asked, "Your father, is he okay?"

"What do you mean?" Ron seemed to interpret the remark as mockery, and he shivered with anger.

"No, I'm genuinely asking...... Is your father well?" Jon asked again, in a pleading tone.

"Great, I don't need you to take care of it!" Ron snorted.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have used such a certain tone. Jon spoke again, without any hint of sarcasm or humiliation:

"If I were you, I would write a letter to your father right now to confirm that his life is not in danger!"

"Neurotic ......," Ron Weasley scolded, and began to walk backwards.

"Do you want to beat him up, Draco?" asked Crabbe Urn, angrily.

Draco Malfoy looked at Jon with an inquiring diffraction.

"No need...... Jon said calmly, "let's go back to the Slytherin common room!"