"A first-year Gryffindor girl looking for me, she's in the hallway right now?" Jon couldn't help but repeat.

Eloise Midgan nodded, "Yes, she said she was in a hurry. ”

"I'll go out and have a look!" Jon walked out of the common room and climbed out of the barrel.

"Jon!"

Hearing this familiar voice, it seems that I guessed correctly, and it was Natalie Pavlova.

"You're a Hogwarts Warrior!" Natalie exclaimed with some excitement, "That's amazing, isn't it!"

"Sort of. Jon's tone was slightly cold, "What's the matter?"

"Yes, yes!" the little girl hurriedly flipped into her pocket, and finally pulled out a note and handed it over.

The handwriting on the note is familiar and sketchy:

"At 7 p.m., milk toffee. ”

"I was wandering around the hallway on the eighth floor, and Professor Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind me and brought me the note!" Natalie muttered quickly, "I was nervous, Professor Dumbledore spoke to me for the first time...... By the way, Jon, what does the note mean?"

"Professor Dumbledore told me to go to his office at seven o'clock tonight and be confined ...... That's the password!" Jon explained, glancing at his watch.

It's 6:45 p.m. GMT.

If you don't leave right away, you'll probably be late.

"Isn't that almost time!" Natalie said anxiously, "When I passed by the hall just now, I saw that it was already half past six!"

Her voice narrowed slightly, "Why don't we go upstairs together now, Professor Dumbledore's office is on the eighth floor, right, and I also have to go back to the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor!"

"Alright, let's go!" Jon nodded, not thinking of any reason to refuse.

......

Walking down the stairs and in the hallways, from time to time you hear others pointing at you.

Jon Hart had been at Hogwarts for more than two years, and it was the first time he had received such treatment.

"Is that Jon Hart...... It was unbelievable that he looked so young after taking off his dragon fur coat. ”

"He's now the youngest Warrior in Triwizard Tournament history......"

"Shall I ask him for an autograph?"

Walking all the way, I heard passers-by next to him, regardless of age or college, whispering to him.

Natalie's performance, not as much as before, followed Jon very quietly...... Just ask Jon a question or two once in a while.

When they reached the stairs on the fourth floor, a familiar figure was walking upstairs face to face with them.

Before Jon could react, he heard Natalie shout, "Big sister...... Sister Astoria!"

Astoria Greengrass's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and she looked as if she had cried.

She hugged the little girl with some reluctance, and then looked up...... The two looked at each other like this.

Jon didn't know what to say.

"Hello!" Astoria nodded to Jon with some stiffness, then clutched the book in her hand and hurriedly passed them.

Jon...... Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for you!" Natalie reminded in a whisper, forcing Jon to stop.

......

After saying goodbye to Natalie, Jon made his way to the eighth floor, in front of the ugly stone monster.

"Milk ......"

Before Jon could finish the command, the stone monster had already taken the initiative to get out of the way, and yawned and greeted him, "Long time no see, boy!"

Passing through the spiral staircase, Jon came to the Circular Room, Dumbledore's office.

The round office looked the same as usual: a table with slender legs lined with delicate silverware that swirled and spewed small puffs of smoke.

The portraits of the Headmaster on the walls seemed to be staring at him, while most of them closed their eyes again, except for Headmaster Dalys-Devonte, who secretly opened his eyes, gave Jon an encouraging look, and immediately feigned sleep.

Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix Fawkes stood on a branch behind the door, watching him with interest.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Jon shouted softly.

"I'm here!" Albus Dumbledore walked out of one of the cubicles in the room, "You're still as punctual as ever, Jon." ”

Professor Dumbledore's face was full of smiles, not at all like he was talking to a student in confinement, but rather in a more amiable tone than usual.

Judging by Dumbledore's expression, it seemed that his previous guess was correct.

"May I ask what I need to do tonight, Professor?" asked Jon tentatively.

"Of course, come over here!" Dumbledore waved at Jon as he walked into the inner compartment.

A very small compartment with only a black cabinet inside, the door unclosed and a bright silver light shining through.

Inside the cabinet was a shallow stone basin with letters and symbols that Jon didn't recognize.

The silver light came from the contents of the basin, something strange, not like a liquid or a gas, but it was always flowing.

Apparently, Jon knew what it was...... This is Dumbledore's meditation basin.

"Come on!" Dumbledore had already taken out a crystal bottle, and then poured the floating silver-white thing into it, and he said calmly, "Your task tonight is to help me find something!"

"Just get in, like me!" he said, taking a deep breath and diving headlong into the silver substance.

......

Jon felt his feet leave the floor of the office.

He cut through the swirling darkness, falling and falling, and suddenly, the intense sunlight pierced him and closed his eyes.

Finally, he landed on the ground again, the bright sunlight and a slight glare of the sun.

Glancing around, they stood on a country road, flanked on either side by tall hedgerows, and in the distance there seemed to be a high mountain.

About ten paces in front of them stood a rather handsome young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, sitting on a rock, reading a book intently.

"Professor?" Jon gave Dumbledore beside him, a questioning look.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm cramming too many thoughts and memories into my head. Dumbledore smiled and explained, "I'll take the extra thoughts out of my head and pour them into the basin I just had, and take a good look at them when I have time." ”

"So, here are your memories?" Jon asked knowingly.

"Of course!" Dumbledore nodded, "My memories from my youth ......"

Jon glanced at the handsome young man in front of him, and then at the bad old man beside him...... I couldn't help but pout.

"At this time, I was at the foot of the Krkonoše Mountains in Poland. Dumbledore frowned, "I should be waiting for a friend......"