With a flash of golden light, Jon Hart opened his eyes again.

Through the early morning sun, he glanced a little dazed at the path in front of him—Eastleigh Road, where he had lived since he was a child.

It's the morning of June 25th, the day after the Triwizard Tournament ends.

He spent the night in Dumbledore's office last night...... Under the wall covered with the Headmaster's portrait, Dumbledore turned him into a sleeping bag.

The headmasters had been chattering all night long, so much so that Jon hadn't slept well at all...... Of course, it also has to do with the fact that he is preoccupied.

Early the next morning, a few minutes earlier, Fox had dropped him off the principal's office and had arrived.

The black-and-gray ugly bird looked bigger than it was yesterday...... Yesterday it was the size of a fist, and now it's at least the size of a teapot. The color of the body is also a little redder.

However, it is still a little difficult to travel through space, at least it is physically exhausted...... It was lazily lying on the lawn to the side, basking in the sun.

Jon thinks that the other phoenixes, if they see the current Fawkes, will definitely have a desire to clear the portal.

......

Unwrapped the bag on his back, Jon had already collected all the more important things before the third event of the Triwizard Tournament.

Jon picked up the paralyzed phoenix on the ground and threw it in, leaving the opening of his backpack open so that the phoenix could bask in the sun.

As he walked in the direction of No. 86, his mind was thinking about what had happened yesterday.

Plans to escape Hogwarts began on the first day I knew I was a wizard and ended yesterday...... It's almost done.

Voldemort was the most powerful dark wizard in the world in the second half of the 20th century, and he was supported by the vast majority of pure-blood wizarding families.

Although Jon believed that Dumbledore would definitely be able to crush Voldemort with his IQ and finally win. But Dumbledore was too old to keep up, and the Order of the Phoenix had far fewer men than the Death Eaters.

So no matter how Dumbledore won the final victory, the final result was always tragic.

As a somewhat famous, non-wizard-born wizard, Jon Hart and Voldemort were naturally opposites, so he had two options in a sense, either to join the Order of the Phoenix and fight the Death Eaters in real terms, or to find a way to avoid the vortex.

Jon chose the latter route.

Everything went very smoothly...... Dumbledore was caught off guard by the appearance of suspended animation, and if he did not admit that Jon Hart was dead, he would not be able to prove Voldemort's return, and at the same time, he would not be able to disguise Mad-Eye Moody as Barty Crouch Jr. to infiltrate the Death Eaters.

But......

......

"Ginger is still old and spicy!" Jon sighed.

After all, I have been at Hogwarts for three years, and I have feelings for everything about Hogwarts...... Faced with Dumbledore's sudden temptation......

This one-year exchange student caught him off guard.

Dumbledore didn't directly make Jon make a choice. To be honest, he still has a good conscience, and directly arranged for Jon to be a Beauxbatons student......

So Jon could have gone straight to Beauxbatons and ignored the transfer paperwork.

The 1995-1996 school year, the fifth year of Harry Potter, was much less of a crisis than the next two years. At least there were no frequent Muggle massacres, and the Mop wizards were not deprived of the right to wield their wands.

After all, Voldemort had just been resurrected, and he met an ostrich-like pig opponent like Cornelius Fudge, and chose to keep his head up and accumulate strength.

Changing the identity of a non-hemp wizard may not be dangerous.

In addition, Jon was also a little curious about the "secret" mentioned by Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was not one to exaggerate, he said it was important, so the secret was certainly not simple...... And it should be related to yourself.

Moreover, Jon felt that it had something to do with Dumbledore's extra attention to himself in recent years.

Jon, caught in a tangle, stopped.

Because he arrived at 86 Eastleigh Road, which was his home.

......

There was a car parked in front of the house.

There was also a panting old man standing in the courtyard of his house, and a woman with pink cheeks and black hair.

Judging by the way they both dressed, they were two wizards.

They're talking to Eric.

"I'm Epheas Dorjee!" said the old man, who had few gray hairs left on his head, "I'm a friend of Albus Dumbledore, and this is Hesgar Jones." ”

There is no doubt that Mr. Eric Hart knew about Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore's friend!" he said with some excitement, "Welcome, welcome!"

"Here's the thing......" Dorjee gasped as he explained, "a very evil dark wizard has come back to life, and he takes pleasure in slaughtering Muggles like you...... For the sake of your safety, Albus has decided to send us to arrange for you to go to France......"

As he spoke, he handed over a letter.

"To France?" said Eric, looking a little surprised.

"Yes...... The situation is urgent......" Dorjee continued to explain, "Look at Albus's letter to you, if it's all right, you can arrange it well, and I and Hesijia will come to pick you up in three days!"

"How's Jon?" asked Mrs. Judy Hart, who was on the side, with some concern.

"He ......" Efias Dorjee and Hesgar-Jones couldn't help but glance at each other.

"Don't worry about him......" said the black-haired witch, slurring.

Neither Eric nor Judy thought much of it...... After the two wizards left, they began to conferge.

Jon never showed up.

There is no doubt that Ephias Dorjee and Hesgar Jones certainly did not know that he was still alive...... So once you show up, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Yesterday Dumbledore promised to help his parents move to France, but he didn't expect him to fulfill his promise today.

......

Jon fished the ugly phoenix out of his backpack.

"Send me a letter, Fawkes?" Jon asked softly.

Phoenix pouted haughtily, indicating that she disagreed...... How can you compare her with those lowly owls.

Jon pulled a small bag of herbs out of his pocket.

Fawkes' eyes lit up and he nodded busily.

Jon thought for a long time, and waited until Fawkes was a little impatient before he slowly spoke, "I have a letter for me to send to Miss Astoria Greengrass. ”