Two hours later.

In London, the Office of the Law Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic.

Surrounded by several strong Aurors, a witch with a wide build, a square chin, short gray hair, and a pair of monocles walked in...... She walked straight to the young visitor.

"Well done, Mr. Hart, Rufus has told me about your contributions, the Order of the Order of Merlin, third degree, absolutely fine, and the second degree, I will try to help you get it!" Minister Amelia-Bones patted Jon on the shoulder with a pleasant face.

"Thank you for your generosity, Minister......" Jon replied somewhat absent-mindedly, "I think it is a great honour for me to receive the Order of Merlin, it is the highest honor......

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a portrait of the wizard with a pale face and short black bangs, nodding quietly at Jon.

He hurriedly smiled at the portrait as well, responding to Principal Chris Evra's "greetings".

......

The Giant Hunt program can be described as a complete victory.

As Jon had predicted, Voldemort was not in England at this time, and it would take a long time to get back, and although the Death Eaters quickly discovered the Aurors' move, they did not dare to act rashly without Voldemort's orders......

As for the giants, they were either "skillfully" killed by the Aurors, or they were tightly tied up in their sleep.

Therefore, the Death Eaters could only watch as the Aurors hunted down the giants...... All the giants were either killed by the Aurors or imprisoned in Azkaban awaiting execution......

As the "whistleblower" and "greatest hero" of this operation, Jon naturally could not leave the ranks of the Aurors at will, and although he wanted to leave there, Rufus-Scrimgeour had to follow them back to the Ministry of Magic at the request of Rufus Scrimshar.

After waiting patiently in the office for twenty minutes, Jon finally met with the Minister of Magic.

To be honest, Jon wasn't interested in the Merlin Medal, at least not yet.

Moreover, according to the regulations, each rank of the Medal Wizard can only be obtained once in his lifetime...... This kind of lifelong honor, such a thing as reporting the traces of giants and participating in the hunting of giants, is really uncomfortable.

Maybe someone will give you a title like "Giant Slayer", which is not very good.

What's more, even though Jon Hart is alive and no longer a particularly private secret, Jon doesn't plan to make it completely public.

After listening to Minister Amelia-Bones' tirade, Jon softly declined:

"I am very honoured for this, Minister, but I feel that I am too young to be worthy of this honour......"

Minister Bones was visibly stunned, and she glanced at Jon in surprise, not quite understanding Jon's reason for refusing the honor.

After patiently persuading for a few minutes, Jon put on an attitude of "oil and salt do not enter", and refused to agree.

"Then you have done the Ministry of Magic such a great favor......" Minister Amelia Bones said with some embarrassment, "how shall we repay you, Mr. Hart?"

"I don't think you have to be embarrassed about that, Minister Bones. Jon smiled and replied, "If I need your help with something, I'll be sure to contact you." ”

"yes, don't talk about it anymore, Amelia...... He's Dumbledore's man......" Rufus-Scrimgeour snorted coldly.

Judging by his tone, he didn't seem to be happy with Dumbledore.

However, Scrimgeour was still quite interested in Jon Hart, he looked Jon up and down, and asked with some curiosity: "I've heard rumors a long time ago that Jon Hart, who was killed by Voldemort in the third event of the Triwizard Tournament, is actually still alive...... But I'm curious about how you escaped Voldemort's Killing Curse, which has only failed once in history......"

Again, this is a question that people don't want to answer.

Luckily, someone walked into the office of the Law Enforcement Division and came to help Jon break the siege.

......

"Alright, alright!" Alastor-Moody strode into the office of the Law Enforcement Division, and he could see that he was familiar with it, "Our Mr. Hart may have something to leave...... Rufus, Amelia, I don't think you're going to object to that!"

Scrimgeour and Bones looked at each other, neither of them speaking or retorting.

Mad-Eye Moody, despite being retired for a while, still has some prestige in the Ministry of Magic.

Without hesitation, Moody patted Jon on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow—

Jon smoothly followed Moody and left the noisy Law Enforcement Division's office.

"Thank you for your help, Professor Moody......" Jon said quickly, walking down the hallway of the Ministry of Magic.

"Professor......" Alastor Moody snorted coldly, "I've been teaching for a while...... And it's not a pleasant memory......"

“...... I didn't expect you to ask for help from our own people, but to Scrimgeour instead. After a pause, Moody continued.

Moody's refers to his own people, of course, referring to the Order of the Phoenix.

"The Aurors could have done a more professional job, could they......" Jon explained, pretending not to hear Moody's complaints.

"Hmph, that's barely a reason...... I heard from Kingsley, you actually came up with the idea of using the Living Hell Potion against those giants, it's a genius......" After taking a few more steps forward, Moody suddenly stopped and asked, "By the way, are you going back to Hogwarts now...... Or is there another arrangement?"

"I'm afraid I can't return to Hogwarts yet!" Jon shook his head.

He hadn't forgotten that Astoria was still on the Isle of Man...... And after experiencing the first blood curse transformation, she is now extremely dangerous. Moreover, through the Soul Capture, he had already learned the general principle of the precise soul division method from the female giant's mind.

"Whatever, I'll go back and report to Albus!" Moody said coldly.

"Then Mr. Moody, I'll take my leave!" Jon smirked.

......

After separating from Mad-Eye Moody, Jon made his way to the Portkey's office on the sixth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.

The Portkey Office is small, with six counters inside, each with a wizard behind it...... There were wizards at each counter, taking care of all sorts of business, and Jon waited for a few minutes before squeezing into one.

"Domestic or ......foreign," the Ministry of Magic clerk behind the counter asked indifferently without raising his head.

"I guess it's domestic......" Jon thought for a moment, "Port Douglas in the Isle of Man ......"

The clerk behind the counter nodded, and then, after bending down and seemingly working for a moment at a magical instrument, he seemed to have finished making the "portkey"—

A shabby kilt is thrown in front of Jon.

"It's very simple, just stuff your own body into that skirt, and you'll be fine......" Still without raising his head, he said coldly: "Speed...... Next!"

Looking at the tattered kilt, Jon couldn't help but be stunned.

But before he could say anything, a "strong" wizard behind him pushed him aside.

Jon laughed and walked out of the Portkey office with his short skirt in hand.

Turning a corner in the hallway, following the instructions, he entered a Ministry of Magic bathroom and then a cubicle.

"Kilts are men's ...... Kilts are men's ...... The kilt is a men's ......" silently said a few times in his heart, and then he tucked both legs into the skirt one after another......

It just felt like it was dark, I lost my balance, and something grabbed my legs.

......

There was a loud "bang", and Jon felt his face hit the ground hard.

The location should be a bustling commercial street in Port Douglas......

Fortunately, it's two or three o'clock in the morning, and there is no one on the street, otherwise a young man in a tattered kilt on the street would have attracted enough attention, and might even have attracted the attention of the media.

He got up and patted the dust off his body.

While complaining about the unreliability of the portkey office clerk, Jon pondered that he needed to find an opportunity to do some "disfigurement" training.

As he took off his kilt, several Muggle tramps seemed to notice his presence...... Some of them came over with malicious "onlookers".

Jon didn't want to get into any conflict with them, so he raised his hand—

"Confusing Confundo!"

After using a Confusion Charm to attract the attention of the Muggle homeless people, he managed to get rid of them and walk out of the street.

......

Follow the signs and follow the road back to the hotel you had booked with Astoria.

Jon was also thinking about some of his plans for the future......

The method used by the giants to divide their souls is actually even simpler and more rudimentary than they imagined...... They simply mash and mix a few herbs such as wormwood, kava root, and Payot cactus, and then smear the juice all over the body that needs to be divided into soul targets...... As a result, when the target loses consciousness, the outline of their soul becomes silky......

None of these herbs are used in potions, and such a simple method of handling them is not a potion at all...... Therefore, there is no mention of this in "Magical Potions and Potions" and "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".

However, through the Muggle world, it is not difficult to get these things...... So Jon felt it was easier than he had imagined.

Although there are still a few materials left to craft the Horcrux, such as purple shirt bark, moonstone, and lionfish backbone meal...... But these materials are neither controlled nor rare, and are readily available at the Material Shop in Diagon Alley.

The only thing that is a bit troublesome is that you need a living soul to craft Horcruxes......

But through this "Giant Hunt", the Ministry of Magic has already owed Jon a favor...... Asking them for a giant who was about to be executed shouldn't be too much of a problem. Although the giant is born with a relatively low IQ, his body size is there, and the strength of his soul is definitely not worse than that of a wizard.

So, in Jon's opinion, everything is pretty much ready now!

The only variable is whether the Horcrux will be able to achieve the desired effect.

If all goes well, the Horcrux separates the soul of the Blood Curse from Astoria's body...... At that time, all you need to do is burn the Horcruxes with a fierce fire, and let Astoria recuperate for a while, and everything will be back to normal for her.

And if the Horcrux is not only unable to completely separate the soul of the Blood Curse, but will cause damage to the soul of Astoria itself...... The blood curse will explode in advance, and Astoria will undoubtedly be saved!

There is no doubt that this variable cannot be determined by oneself.

You can only look at people for something, and it's up to you to make things happen!

......

Arriving at Astoria's hotel, Jon stopped at the door.

Carefully took out the speculum and examined the surroundings...... After making sure there were no problems, Jon knocked softly on the door of the room.

A large ear was exposed in front of Jon, followed by the face of the house-elf Klein......

"Mr. Jon Hart!," he screamed with some surprise.

"Hello, Klein. Jon smiled at it as well, glancing inside the room to see Astoria Greengrass smiling at him on the bed.

"There's nothing wrong with her, is she?" Jon asked Klein in a whisper.

"Of course...... Miss Astoria Greengrass didn't have anything to do, and she told Klein a lot of interesting stories......" Klein nodded quickly, and said with a fluttering eyebrow: "Miss Astoria Greengrass is a very good witch, as good as Mr. Jon Hart!"

"That's good!" Jon breathed a sigh of relief and strode into the room.

Before Astoria could speak, he took the initiative to explain, "It's okay, everything is going well...... It only takes another day or two to gather some easily available ingredients, and our plan can begin!"

"Yes...... Astoria had a wistful look on her face, but she also showed a little fear.

"Yes......" Jon nodded, and said in a deep voice, "and...... We can definitely succeed. ”

"I believe you...... Jon ......" Astoria whispered, "I believe you ......"

In the girl's voice, the part that was originally afraid suddenly disappeared...... In its place, there is a trust.

"Hmm...... Now, you can rest well......" Jon smiled a little reluctantly, and proposed, "Once the body is well maintained, we will have a better chance of defeating that soul inside you." ”

Astoria shook her head categorically, but she insisted, "No, Jon...... If I'm with you, you'll have to tie me up or lock me up...... Otherwise, I won't close my eyes...... Please......"