"The former director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures has been acquitted!"

"At 10 a.m. GMT on December 20, the International Wizarding Court Wizengamot held a major trial on the case of Lady Diana Greengrass, former director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures.

After the trial, more than three-quarters of the Wizengamot members did not find Mrs. Greengrass guilty of malfeasance, so she was acquitted.

However, the relevant personnel in the minister's office did not say when Mrs. Greengrass would be reinstated.

Currently, the Director of the Elven Liaison Office, Mr. Cuthbert Mokridge, is still acting as the Director of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control.

The Daily Prophet will continue to track the case with more information in the coming days. ”

Jon put down the Daily Prophet in his hand and looked away from the short news in the corner.

As is customary, it is impossible for such important news to be published in such a corner...... However, considering that the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge and his cronies, were becoming more and more insane, it was found that nothing was an exception for Jon.

After carefully reading the news from the beginning again, making sure that nothing had been forgotten by him, Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Astoria's mother should be fine, and most wizards in the wizarding world still support her...... Jon only hopes that Astoria will be in a better state of mind when she learns the news.

Just as Jon was about to take a look at the rest of the newspaper, a crisp voice suddenly came from the side:

"Hello?"

......

The voice was made by a girl sitting next to Jon, one of the "travel companions" of the trip...... She was dressed in a Greek pale blue chiffon dress, with long brown-red hair, and brown eyes looking at the newspaper in Jon's hand with some curiosity:

When Jon looked at her, the girl smiled politely, "Sorry, it might be a bit rude...... But I just seem to see the image on it move......"

“...... Of course, it could be my delusion!" she added, "Or is it something completely new?"

"Of course it's a delusion. Jon said quietly, and then put the Daily Prophet back in his backpack, "How can the portrait in the newspaper be moved casually?"

"yes...... It's unbelievable!" the girl couldn't help but smile, but she didn't go on to discuss the moving newspaper, and judging by her expression, it seemed that she was more interested in talking to Jon:

"May I take the liberty of asking your name?" she asked, somewhat reservedly.

Patrick...... Christopher Patrick!" Jon replied calmly.

"It doesn't sound like a British name...... And like, the name of the German?"

"No, I was born in Austria......" Jon shrugged and spoke to her.

"A country full of art!" the brown-red-haired girl winked at him slightly, "but it sounds strange...... An Austrian living in England travels to France just four days before Christmas?"

"My parents are in France!" Jon replied.

"Settle?"

"It's not a settlement...... After a few years, you should be able to come back!"

"Really...... Where do they stay?" the girl asked curiously.

"Beautiful young lady, I would venture to ask, are you from Scotland Yard or MI6?" Jon couldn't help but spit out.

"I'm sorry!" the brown-haired girl hurriedly smiled apologetically: "I asked more...... I'm just a British student, and like you, I'm just going back to France for Christmas. ”

"When we get to Charles de Gaulle airport,......" she paused, then asked softly, "Would you be interested in going for a cup of coffee together, I know there's a great café nearby!"

"I'd love to!" Jon politely refused, "but when I get to Paris, I'll have to make a quick transfer to Ajaccio (the capital of Southern Corsica), so I don't necessarily have time to ......."

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry!" the girl shook her head, visibly disappointed.

Tactfully declined the Muggle girl's offer to go on a date, though Jon thought she was pretty anyway.

He put on an eye patch and went to sleep, while the plane was already flying from London Heathrow Airport to Paris.

......

By the time we arrived in Corsica, it was already afternoon.

By the time I finally found my destination, it was getting dark.

looked at the two small buildings not far from the sea, and then looked at the address written on the note in his hand...... Jon hurriedly walked over.

I walked to the courtyard of a small building on the left and looked inside...... Jon knocked lightly on the door, removing the iron ring from his hand.

"Who!" said Mrs. Judy-Hart, who was watering some of the coconut trees in the courtyard, and she looked back with some impatience...... Suddenly, she was stunned, and the kettle in her hand fell off.

"Jon......" She ran over, opened the door of the courtyard, and took her son into her arms.

"Long time no see, Mom. ”

"yes, a year and a half...... He's grown a lot taller, already a little taller than me!" said Mrs. Hart's eyes, tears of joy.

"Mom, you've become pretty too!"

"Hmph...... No matter how busy you are, you should come and see it more often......" She snorted coldly, "From the tone of Mr. Dogo and Miss Jones, I thought something had happened to you...... It wasn't until Headmaster Albus Dumbledore came to visit us and assured us that you were absolutely okay that we were relieved......"

"Aren't I coming back......" Jon smiled, "How are you doing here?"

"Fantastic...... The climate is much better than in the UK and the scenery is amazing...... Temperatures rarely drop below 15 degrees in winter, while summers rarely rise above 25 degrees...... It's just a little boring sometimes!" Judy smiled and said, "Of course, only me, your father and our neighbors had a lot of fun with each other. ”

"Neighbor?" Jon frowned.

"Hmph, a playboy who changes girlfriends on average once a month......" Judy snorted coldly: "He claims to be a writer, but he can't even get this work, and he claims that he used to be a professor, and he doesn't look at him like that?"

"So, then...... And what's his name?" Jon asked with a wry smile.

"Lockhart?" Mrs. Hart frowned, "It seems to be the name...... Gilderoy Lockhart!"