In the following period, Jon showed unprecedented "well-behavedness".

He almost never left the Hufflepuff common room except for school hours, and of course, except for the time spent "locking up" in Dumbledore's office.

Every night, he would read a book in the common room until he couldn't stand the noise anymore and would not return to his dorm.

Occasionally practicing a spell or two, Professor Sprout arranged for him an empty dormitory, and Zacharith offered to be a punching bag for him.

For more than two months, he never went to the Room of Requirement...... Jon was even a little suspicious of the herbs inside, as they had been left for too long and might have deteriorated.

But he didn't care, since he had finished configuring the elixir, Jon had already put aside the content of the potion a little.

......

During a divination class at the end of May, Professor Sprout suddenly appeared in the classroom.

She told Jon to go to the Quidditch pitch at five o'clock this Sunday afternoon, where Mr. Ludo Bagman was going to tell the Warriors what the third event would be.

Professor Sprout also encouraged Jon not to be nervous about the third project.

She then let Jon go back to the divination class.

Professor Trelawney glanced displeased at Jon back in the classroom, and then pretended to mysteriously prophesy that there would be a death before the end of the semester.

It's a pity that both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students have recognized her true colors after a year of divination classes.

No one cared about her prophecy, everyone just laughed.

......

On Sunday afternoon, Jon left the Hufflepuff common room and walked through the foyer, just in time to bump into Harry Potter who had been driven down from upstairs.

The two made their way to the Quidditch pitch together, and along the way Harry was still guessing what he would see next.

But when they arrived at Mrs. Hooch's cottage, they were both surprised.

The Quidditch pitch is no longer flat and smooth. It seems as if someone has erected numerous long low walls here, which are intricately intricately stretched out in all directions.

Ludo Bagman and two other warriors are waiting for them here.

Fleur smiled broadly at Jon, and Krum nodded at them.

"Well, what do you think?" said Bagman, looking a little decadent, "it's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall." Don't worry...... Okay, I guess you guys can guess what we're going to do here, right?"

"Is it a labyrinth?" said Krum, gruffly.

"That's right!" said Mr. Bagman, "a labyrinth." The third project is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the middle of the maze, and whoever is able to touch it first will get a perfect score. ”

"We just need to go through the maze?" Fleur said.

"There will be some obstacles, like Hagrid's animals, or spells or something...... "Bagman continued, "as always, enter by score, Mr. Hart first, then Mr. Krum, Miss Delacour, and Mr. Potter!"

Then, looking impatient, Bagman hurried away.

Four warriors gathered around to take a look at the labyrinth, which was still under construction.

Jon and Fleur leave the place, and they return to the castle talking and laughing, and Fleur has been good about Jon since the second project.

Harry wanted to go back to the castle, but was stopped by Krum.

Krum whispered a few words to Harry, and then, with his powerful muscles, pulled Harry to the Forbidden Forest.

Jon knew that Krum was asking Harry about Hermione, so he didn't stop them.

......

I ate something in the hall, and after eating, it was almost seven o'clock.

Jon hurried to Dumbledore's office on the eighth floor, there were only a few weeks left in the semester, and he hadn't been "confined a few times".

It's rare that the stone monster didn't sleep at this point......

Because someone was trying to break into Dumbledore's office.

“...... Can you open the door?" Harry Potter said in annoyance, his face full of anxiety: "I really have something to see Professor Dumbledore, it's very important!"

The stone monster raised his head coldly, ignoring him at all.

Harry kicked it hard, but it didn't do anything other than clutch his thumb in pain.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked, calmly walking over.

"Jon ......" Harry glanced at him, the anxiety on his face not disappearing in the slightest, "I must see Professor Dumbledore...... Mr. Crouch was seen near the Forbidden Forest...... He seems to have gone mad......"

Jon realized what was going on, and he took a few steps closer, ready to open the door for Harry.

But it doesn't seem like he needs his help anymore......

At this moment, the stone wall behind the stone monster with words written on it quietly opened, and Dumbledore stood there, wearing a long green robe, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"Something went wrong?" he asked, looking at Harry and then at Jon.

Jon waved his hand, signaling that he was just passing by.

"Professor...... Mr. Crouch is here—right in the forest, and he wants to talk to you...... Crouch: He's not quite right...... He's—he's not in his right mind...... He said he wanted to remind ......" Harry gasped as he shouted "Krum stays there to take care of him......"

"Lead the way ahead. Dumbledore said without hesitation, and hurried off down the hallway with Harry, leaving Jon alone beside the monster.

From afar, Harry was heard intermittently saying:

“...... Mr. Crouch said he had done something terrible...... His son is also mentioned...... and Bertha Jorkins ...... And - and Voldemort...... It's like saying that Voldemort has become stronger......"

Harry looked at their distant backs, thought about it, and decided not to follow.

He glanced at the stone monster.

The stone monster, who had just looked cold, immediately lowered his head and showed a husky-like smile.

"Sugar quill......," it began.

"Well, Sugar Quill!" Jon said quickly.

The stone monster moved out of the way, and Jon hurried inside.

A few seconds after he walked in, the big bright red bird suddenly bumped into him.

Fawkes also seemed to know that Dumbledore would not be back anytime soon, and its eyes were intently waiting for Jon's purse.

Jon took out a few herb packets from his pocket, and looked at the phoenix devouring it, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy.

"Poor ...... Professor Dumbledore gave you how bad the food you were......"

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