As Astoria left, Jon turned around and glanced at the cabinet he had just locked. The meditation basin was locked inside him.

There is no doubt that he has just deceived Astoria.

Diana Greengrass's fragmentary memories are actually not completely over-

But he already had a premonition that the subsequent episode would be a little cruel, and he was worried about what psychological shadow Astoria would leave because of its content...... So he found a slightly clumsy reason in advance, manually ended it all, and let them leave the meditation basin early.

The rest of Mrs. Greengrass's memories, whatever it was, he wouldn't let Astoria see it again.

......

But one thing is true. He did have to go to the Hog's Head now, or he would have kept Rita Skeeter waiting a little too long.

"Phineas, go tell Professor Horace-Slughorn that our guests are waiting for us at the Hog's Head Bar!" Jon whispered to a portrait on the wall.

"I've already informed him!" Principal Phineas Black replied weakly, "just after you promised the female reporter that you were going to interview him......"

"Okay, thank you so much......" Jon nodded.

“...... And, Armando, please go tell the statue that you are not to let anyone into the Headmaster's office for the next few hours. Jon then looked at another portrait.

"No problem, Jon. Principal Armando Dippet straightened up and disappeared from the portrait.

I heard a "bang", and the door to the principal's office made of oak was slammed shut...... At the same time, I only heard the badger's head knocker turn slightly and autonomously, locking the door completely.

With all that done, Jon raised his wand and pointed to the fireplace.

Golden flames burst out of the fireplace.

Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, Jon Hart strode into the flames, and quickly disappeared from the flames.

......

The environment of the pig's head bar is even more dirty and messy than Rita Skeeter imagined.

The female reporter couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit as she looked at the tattered wooden sign hanging from the rusty stand on the door and the severed pig's head depicted on it...... As a "particular person", she has hardly set foot in such a bad public place in her life.

What's worse is that the person who was supposed to meet here has not shown up for a long time......

In fact, she was already very impatient......

"Headmaster Hart, when is he coming over?" Rita Skeeter couldn't help but ask, looking at the strange hostess.

The tall and thin old man just glared at her coldly and didn't say anything.

Rita Skeeter only felt a tremor in her heart, and immediately fell silent, this weird old hostess was not easy to deal with at first glance. She had to look down and look at the centuries of dirt piled up on the stone-paved ground......

Fortunately, such an embarrassing situation did not last longer.

I heard footsteps at the doorway, and a bald old man as fat as a walrus broke in.

"Oh, my dear Aberforth...... " exclaimed Professor Horace-Slughorn with a warm look on his face as he saw the odd hostess.

"Slughorn......" The waitress just snorted coldly, with an expression of rejection from thousands of miles away: "The people waiting for you are inside." ”

"Okay, okay......" Horace-Slughorn looked in a good mood and hurriedly laughed.

Then he turned his gaze to the inside of the bar, and saw Miss Rita Skeeter, who had been waiting anxiously here.

"Isn't Headmaster Hart here yet?" Slughorn asked casually as he looked around.

"I think that's obvious. Rita Skeeter coughed lightly.

"Okay, but that's okay......" Slughorn smiled nonchalantly and replied, "I, Horace-Slughorn, can come for your interview first......"

Although there was a lot of displeasure in her heart before, Rita Skeeter's inertia as a professional journalist suddenly became interested.

She quickly pulled the notepad out of her crocodile leather handbag.

Since the previous shorthand quill had accidentally exploded at Albus Dumbledore's funeral, this time Rita Skeeter took out a regular quill pen.

She began to excitedly ask Slughorn questions.

......

"When did you join the Order of the Phoenix?" asked Rita Skeeter, impatiently.

"I ......" Horace-Slughorn seemed taken aback by the question, and he stammered back, "Probably...... Already...... Sixteen or seventeen years......"

"Oh, yes, it's been so long!" Rita-Skeeter asked, as if she had discovered a new continent, and as she struggled to write, she continued, "What about the Death Eaters? I heard that the Death Eaters have been trying to invite you over the years?"

"That's right. Horace-Slughorn's mood calmed down a lot, and his answer was much smoother: "There's no doubt that they've been trying to do that for decades. ”

"So what allowed you to turn down the Death Eaters' invitation, become a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and bravely break into the Death Eaters' interior?" Rita Skeeter continued excitedly.

"In fact...... It's a tough choice......" Slughorn explained, gesticulating, "ready to talk...... Something to do with one of my students......"

"Her name is Lily, Lily Evans...... My favorite student......" Slughorn's voice slowed down: "Unparalleled talent...... Cute girl...... All the praises are not too much for her......"

“...... However, she died, and the mysterious man brutally murdered her entire family...... She left only her only child, Harry Potter as we know it. Slughorn wiped his tears:

"That's why...... It was finally able to make up my mind to stand against the Mysteries and the Death Eaters......"

Rita Skeeter's right hand was writing at a rapid pace, and she regretted more than ever before why she hadn't bought another shorthand quill pen.

"And what is life like inside the Death Eaters?" she asked nervously.

"To be honest, I still have some prestige among the Death Eaters, after all, I was the Headmaster of Slytherin. Horace-Slughorn replied, "This helped me gain access to some of the Death Eaters' higher-ups......"