"Professor Dumbledore?" Jon frowned.

"My great-grandmother was a friend of Headmaster Dumbledore when she was at Hogwarts......" Astoria explained softly, "The Greengrass family is one of the few pure-blood families who have a decent relationship with Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Well......" Jon couldn't help but understand why Umbridge had done something to Astoria's mother.

After all, with such a relationship, it is inevitable that the Ministry of Magic will not be a little guarded.

"Professor Dumbledore is a great wizard...... "Astoria continued, "Mother told me that if it weren't for his help, I might have ......"

Astoria's voice couldn't help but stop.

Her breathing suddenly became a little short.

"If you have any secrets you don't want to tell me. Jon said calmly, "Then don't talk about it...... Everyone has their own secrets. ”

Astoria's face showed a look of struggle, but in the end she nodded.

The whole small room fell into a brief silence.

......

"What's that?" Astoria shouted abruptly, gesturing out the window.

Through the frost-covered window, the silhouette of a bright red bird can be seen.

"Oh, shit!" Jon muttered, hurrying over to the window, ready to open it.

But before he could get past it, the bright red bird had already crossed the space, jumped over the wall, and appeared in front of the two of them.

"Oh my God!" Astoria covered her mouth in shock, and looked at the bright red bird carefully, with a look of incredulity: "Is this ...... It's a ......."

"That's right, this stupid bird is a phoenix!" Jon shook his head helplessly, watching Fawkes stick his head into his pocket without grace, and then shrank back in disgust.

"It's impossible to ......," Astoria was still a little incredulous: "According to the records, the phoenix itself is a very proud and cherished magical animal, and it is rarely tamed by people......"

"But there are exceptions to everything!" Jon smiled, "You think you've seen her once!"

"I've seen it?" Astoria glanced at Jon with some confusion, and then at the phoenix on the table.

"She sent you a letter last June......" Jon prompted.

Astoria held her chin in her hand and fell into thought...... After thinking for a few seconds, she seemed to react, and tentatively asked Fawkes, "Could it be ...... That little golden owl, that's you?"

Fawkes gave Astoria a disdainful look, then nodded slightly.

"How could you ......" Astoria looked at Jon with a pleading look, "Does the phoenix grow so fast?"

"Nirvana...... This stupid ......" Jon originally wanted to say stupid birds, but remembering that Fawkes's last sacrifice was to protect himself, it was a little too rude, so he quickly changed his name: "Poor Fawkes...... She had just gone through Nirvana at the time, so she was relatively small. ”

"I see......," it dawned on Astoria, who clearly understood the nature of the phoenix's rebirth.

I saw her approaching the phoenix on the table with an excited face, and asked softly, "Can I touch your tail feathers?"

Fawkes looked offended, and she flew haughtily, flapping her wings.

A golden feather fell in front of Jon. At the same time, the golden light flashed, and the phoenix was gone.

Astoria looked a little embarrassed and retracted her outstretched hand.

"Don't worry...... This stupid bird has such an unpredictable character!" Jon comforted.

Then he picked up the golden feather on the table, and remembered Dumbledore's voice.

Just two very simple words: Hog′s Head.

"I'm sorry......" Jon glanced at Astoria, "I might have something to do, maybe I'm going to have to leave for a while." ”

"Is there something wrong?" Astoria asked, with some concern.

"yes. Jon nodded, "Why don't you go back to Hogwarts first?"

"Okay!"

......

Ten minutes later, Jon, who had been separated from Astoria, appeared at the door of the Hog's Head Bar.

Unlike the Three Broomsticks bar next door, it's obviously a lot more deserted. A tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand on the door, on which was painted a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encased it.

The strangely dressed waitress, tightly wrapped up and down, was crouching in front of the bar, feeding a few goats.

As Jon walked over, he looked up, and the old voice asked, "Looking for the Headmaster?"

Jon nodded.

"Follow me!" Before Jon could reply, the old man had roughed him down into the bar.

There were a few patrons inside, dressed like the hostess...... Wrapped tightly all over his body.

Jon, like that, is a bit of an unusual.

Fortunately, they were all busy with their own business, and no one noticed that another boy had broken into the place.

The hostess dragged Jon all the way to a small room on the second floor, a small, dark, very filthy room with a strong smell of mutton.

Jon took a closer look inside—

A few bay windows were covered with a thick layer of dirt, barely allowing the light outside, and a few candles lit on the rough wooden table. At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I realized that the ground was originally paved with stone and had accumulated dirt for centuries.

Next to the wooden table, a barrel of butterbeer and a few dirty wine glasses were placed.

Fawkes stood on the lid of the bucket, looking at her expression, as if disgusted that the rest of the room was too dirty.

On the other side of the wooden table, there sat a kind old man.

Albus Dumbledore, who wears a black traveling cloak and a tipped hat.

"Good morning, Jon!" Dumbledore said with a smile as he took off his hat.

For the second time today, Jon took off the iron ring from his hand and greeted, "Good morning, Professor!"

"I'm sorry, Fox told me...... I seem to have interrupted your appointment with Miss Greengrass!" Dumbledore said apologetically.

"It's okay, she'll understand!" Jon shook his head, "And I happen to have a lot of things to tell you!"

"Well, sit down!" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a clean cushion appeared on a dirty chair next to him.

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