As the capital of the Isle of Man, Port Douglas occupies one-third of the island's area.

In a short period of time, it is unrealistic to search thoroughly, and it is also a somewhat futile task to search for a needle in a haystack......

In his sleeve, Jon hid a dark magic detector that looked like a spinning top made of glass......

And its true "identity" is a speculum.

The speculum is one of the most common detectors in the wizarding world, and it's cheap, having been purchased for only two Galleons in Diagon Alley...... When there are dangerous or suspicious people and other creatures around them, the speculum glows, spins, and screams.

In theory, it is very practical, but in practice, the general effect is not very good...... After all, this kind of low-level magic gadget can easily fool it with a "confusion charm", so it can't detect some clever dark wizards.

......

Along the way, Jon deliberately chose to search in open, sparsely populated areas......

Unfortunately, for most of the night, he didn't find any traces of magic, and the speculum didn't show anything unusual. It's so difficult to find a needle in a haystack!

Still, Jon wasn't entirely unplanned—

When he came to an open wilderness, he looked down at his watch, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Could it be that Headmaster Phineas Black hasn't brought his message to Hogwarts yet?

Just when Jon was a little irritated, a loud, echoing pop, like a gunshot, came from behind him.

A small, ugly little monster appeared behind Jon...... It had two bat-like ears, a pair of protruding green eyes the size of a tennis ball, and although it looked a little ugly, its eyes were full of tears—

"Mr. Jon Hart?" whispered the house-elf's shrill voice.

There is no doubt that Jon is quite familiar with the face of this house-elf...... In a sense, he was the first house-elf he had ever seen.

"Hello...... Long time no see, Klein!" Jon bent down and gently grasped the thin, small hand of the house-elf.

......

The house-elves who work in the Hogwarts kitchens, Jon had a good relationship with them a few years ago, when he first entered Hogwarts.

He had given many gifts to these house-elves, and the house-elves had helped him a lot.

However, since Jon Hart faked his death more than a year ago, he has lost contact with the house-elves...... But now, now that his identity has been half exposed, there is no need to hide these things anymore.

So a few hours ago, Jon had Headmaster Phineas Black bring the request to Dumbledore...... Tell him to have the house-elves of Hogwarts, Apparition, come to the Isle of Man to find him!

The house-elves' illusion shifting magic is not monitored by the Ministry of Magic, so their presence does not cause any alarm......

"Klein attended your funeral, and I thought you were really dead......" The house-elf said, wiping tears from his eyes, "Klein was so sad...... Unexpectedly, Professor Dumbledore suddenly found us more than an hour ago...... Told us you're alive and need our help...... Klein was so happy that he was about to cry......"

The house-elf's crying is intermittent, but there is no doubt about the sincerity of the emotion.

"I'm sorry......," Jon whispered.

Just as he was about to explain, the house-elf in front of him suddenly shook his head: "Professor Dumbledore has already told Klein...... Mr. Jon Hart has a greater plan, so it is necessary to deceive everyone and declare him dead......"

"Forehead......" In the face of the other party's "praise", Jon nodded a little embarrassed.

After a pause, he continued, "Are there any other companions...... I mean other than you...... I need more help!"

"Of course!" the house-elf Klein winked at him, then snapped his fingers with his right hand.

The loud, echoing popping sound is like the sound of firecrackers, and it keeps coming to mind...... All around was house-elves, dressed in all sorts of Hogwarts kitchen "uniforms", swarming to squeeze around Jon.

Looking at these enthusiastic faces, Jon was slightly moved...... Even if they can't name most of these elves, they always remember themselves in their hearts.

Stretch out your hand and signal everyone to be quiet.

Jon then exclaimed, "Thank you all for your support...... Yes, I need a little help from you......"

"To be able to serve the great Mr. Jon Hart. It's our pleasure!" said a house-elf standing in front of him, and Jon vaguely remembered that its name seemed to be "Logno".

"Thank you, Logno......" Jon said, "Listen to me, we're on a big island now...... There is a group of giants living on this island, and they may be hidden in any corner, or even the area where they live, hidden by magic...... So I need you to help me find a place for them to live!"

"Just find where they are...... The island is huge, but we must carpet and search every area of it!" Jon paused, then continued to command, "Everyone stay safe, and flee immediately in case of danger...... If you find any information, come to me immediately...... Be careful, don't have any conflicts with the giants, just look for them......"

......

One by one, the enthusiastic house-elves dispersed, scattered to various locations on the Isle of Man.

The Isle of Man is not too big, just over 500 square kilometers. There are more than a hundred house-elves with mastery of apparition shifting skills to search for them, and if the giants are really on this island, they should be able to find the mystery man before he returns to the UK!

With the help of the house-elves, Jon also began to return to the inn where Astoria was.

He had to get a good night's rest...... If the house-elves bring traces of the giants early tomorrow morning, he will have to go to the "Longtan Tiger's Den".

The inn didn't look unusual, the Muggle proprietress was still teasing the white tailless Manx cat at the front desk.

Suddenly, a scream came from Jon's sleeve, catching the attention of almost the entire inn lobby.

Jon's face changed.

It's the speculum he hides in his sleeve—

It suddenly glowed, spun rapidly, and screamed......