"Headmaster Phineas Black, I need your help!" Jon whispered to the portrait in front of him.

The richly decorated, but empty, frame still has nothing to offer.

Jon pulled out his wand and poked at the blank space in the frame: "Phineas...... Phineas Nigelles...... Please!"

"The word 'please' is always useful!" the trademark high-pitched voice of Headmaster Phineas Nigelles Black rang out from the portrait.

His head slipped into the frame, and the pair of sly, black eyes glanced at Jon and said with some triumph, "You said you needed my help...... What's the matter?"

Jon suddenly understood why the other Headmaster's portraits preferred to use their hands rather than their mouths when confronted with Principal Phineas Black.

With patience, he informed Headmaster Phineas Black of the devastating destruction inflicted on Lancashire and Cheshire by the Death Eaters and Giants a few hours earlier.

Phineas seemed to be a little absent-minded the whole time, even closing his eyes and recuperating, as if he was asleep...... But Jon knew he was listening.

"That Riddle boy, what the hell is he trying to do?" When Jon finished speaking, Headmaster Phineas-Black looked up in some surprise and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Possibly......" Jon hesitated for a moment, stating his earlier suspicions.

"You mean...... Did he deliberately let the giants out?" Principal Phineas Black seemed startled, and he shook his head in disbelief: "To attract you and let you throw yourself into the net?"

"I just think...... It could be a possibility!" Jon pouted and whispered, "Of course, it's just speculation. ”

"And who else knows about the giants?" Phineas Black frowned, and his voice became low, "Except for Dumbledore......"

"Mrs. Greengrass knows, but only after the Giants' attack, and she must be trustworthy. Jon lowered his head and said in thought, "And many more headmaster portraits......"

"There's no way we're going to betray you!" Phineas Black said categorically, "Our mission and responsibility is to help every Headmaster of Hogwarts, so there's no ...... for betrayal."

"Well, I'm sorry......" Jon quickly apologized, "and two half-blood giants...... Lady Olim Maxim, Headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Professor Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts Key Keeper, Hunting Ground Warden, and Teacher of Magical Beasts Protection. ”

"Headmaster Beauxbatons!" Phineas Black said with some contempt, it seemed that he didn't have a very good sense of this "enemy school", "Honestly, she's suspicious, why would she help you for no reason......"

Jon couldn't help but frown, if memory serves, the source of the message that "giants have a precise method of cutting souls" is none other than Lady Olimum-Maxim.

A few months ago, vampires and werewolves were all buried in the Black Forest on the east side of Dracula's Castle...... Tom Riddle, who has also walked this path, if he really knew that Jon Hart and Christopher Patrick were the same person, as Horace Slughorn claimed, he would have guessed that he was preparing to create a Horcrux......

Then, Madame Maxim released this news, which is indeed very suspicious!

Just as Jon pondered—

"What terrible news, damn it...... I have to go back to Hogwarts, and hopefully Dumbledore is still in the Headmaster's office, and I'll have a chance to talk to him!" Phineas Black said, a little irritated.

Just as he was about to leave the portrait, Jon stopped him by tapping his wand lightly on the frame.

He lowered his voice and whispered to the former headmaster on the portrait, "Principal Black, actually, can ......"

......

With Phineas Blake's departure, the basement is calm again.

After hearing a few coughs outside the door, Jon remembered that Lady Greengrass and the house-elf Hodder were still outside the door.

Hurriedly walked over and opened the door—

The mistress and house-elf butler of Greengrass Manor walked in.

"Who were you talking to, Mr. Hart?" asked the house-elf Hodder, with some curiosity.

Jon had a hesitant look on his face, and Diana-Greengrass glanced at her house-elf, then smiled and shook her head at Jon—

"What's wrong?" she asked softly, with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Nothing, just some unnecessary worries, it's okay now. Jon replied simply, he hadn't told Mrs. Greengrass the full truth.

First, he didn't think the other party could help with this matter, second, he was worried that more people would know about it, and there would be a higher risk of leakage, and finally, he didn't want to make the Greengrass family more troubled.

Mrs. Greengrass gave Jon a meaningful look, but said nothing.

"Ahem...... Ma'am, can you continue to tell us about this attack?" Jon asked with a serious look on his face, clearing his throat.

"Of course. Mrs. Greengrass nodded solemnly, and then she came gracefully:

“...... Amelia has reached a consensus with the Muggle Prime Minister that the attack has been characterized as a 'West Coast hurricane', at least as it would be reported in Muggle news......"

“...... At the same time, hundreds of employees from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement have been dispatched overnight, and they will cleanse the memories of all those involved overnight, making them mistakenly believe that the damage and the damage they said was caused by a 'hurricane', and the site will be "modified" to make it more in line with the hurricane's setting. ”

“...... The Aurors will be out tomorrow morning to join the temporary members of the Office of Misinformation, and then follow the trails of the giants and hunt them down, with Rufus Scrimgeour personally leading the team!"

Jon listened intently, and he had silently made his decision.

It's a matter of life and death for Astoria...... Whether it was a conspiracy or not, it was impossible for him to ignore the traces left by the giants this time.

If it is not a conspiracy, but a coincidence, it is naturally a good thing, and if it is really a conspiracy against himself, whether it is Longtan Tiger's Den, he will have to break through......

"Madame, may I ask you...... Were you responsible for selecting the temporary members of the Misinformation Office to participate in Operation Giant Hunt?" Jon asked softly.

The Office of Misinformation, while not a permanent department of the Ministry of Magic, is still part of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, which is under the command of Director Diana Greengrass.

Mrs. Greengrass nodded, "Of course...... But I already made the list at the meeting. ”

"That's okay......" Jon shook his head, "Can you show me the list?"

Mrs. Greengrass nodded without hesitation, and then took out from the pocket of her jacket a piece of parchment with a dozen names written on it in Juan Xiu's script.

Jon looked down at the names......

"It's getting late, Jon ......" Mrs. Greengrass reminded in a whisper, "Do you want to deal with this tomorrow?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll have to be ready tonight. Jon said solemnly, gesturing to Mrs. Greengrass for her to come closer.

Then he leaned into the other person's ear and whispered all his plans.

"Oh my God...... Are you crazy?" After hearing Jon's words, Diana Greengrass looked at him with some shock: "You're going to disguise yourself as ......"

But she quickly controlled herself and didn't say it all.

"Of course......" Jon nodded, then lifted his suitcase and said, "I'm sorry to bother you tonight, ma'am...... I thought, I've got to get out of here now!"