Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 307 Mr. Jon Green
"I don't care if he survives to compete!"
In the dark and claustrophobic space, the cold and violent roar echoed.
"After being selected, if he dies in the North Pole, it means that Dumbledore will have one less person to participate in the competition! Even if he escapes by chance, as a contestant, he will never be able to escape from my control . But why?"
Snape and Little Barty were crawling on the ground, their bodies trembling, not even daring to look up at their master who hadn't been so angry in more than ten years.
Right next to them were the cold bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange.
The snake's fangs were still stuck in Rodolphus' throat and Bella's chest, but the wounds that made people shudder at the sight of them were no longer bleeding.
The eyes that had not closed just stared at the ceiling in the darkness silently, and no one could read the slightest emotion from them.
"boom!"
The figure in the dark swung his wand violently as if to vent his anger, and a row of bookshelves were blown to pieces!
“Why did so many people die?”
The man roared at the two bodies that were beginning to stiffen, venting his anger.
"Rabastan died at the beginning! He was killed by that boy. You told me that he underestimated his enemy! That mudblood has some weird tricks! But as long as we send more people and let the most reliable Bella go with him, as long as he takes the bait, there will be no other ending!"
"So, this is the ending you expected from the beginning? This is it!"
"boom!"
A table also turned into countless sawdust.
As Snape and Barty Jr. trembled, no one dared to speak.
The air fell into silence, with only the flying wood chips announcing the unrest just now.
After a long time, the man's voice was suddenly lowered again, and he returned to his previous calm and low voice, as if the person who was angry just now was another him.
"They're all dead, even Bella died there...Who else can I trust completely?"
Little Batty reacted quickly. He crawled on the cold ground in panic, then hugged the man's calf in an extremely humbly manner.
He declared it sincerely, using words that contained infinite loyalty.
"My master! You still have me! You still have your most loyal servant Batty! I will never let you down! No matter what task you give me, Batty can complete it better than anyone else!"
The man looked down at him coldly, looking at this servant who even killed his father and mother in order to be loyal to him.
"If you really have such ability, why did you let such a thing happen in Hogwarts Castle?"
Little Barty's body froze.
What the man said was something he couldn't refute anyway.
Yes, before the Lestranges faced such a failure with the consequence of death, they were the first to be fooled by this mudblood!
Snape could no longer kneel on the ground and remain indifferent.
He admitted his mistake in a low voice.
"It is my responsibility, Master. I am usually in charge of Hogwarts Castle. It was my incompetence as your servant that caused him to do such a thing."
Little Barty, kneeling in front of Snape, lowered his head and glanced at Snape secretly with a resentful look.
The man seemed not to notice the intrigue between his two subordinates, or even if he did, he didn't care.
There was only one thing he really cared about right now.
"You can explain your past mistakes by saying you were careless and didn't expect the boy to be able to do that."
His tone turned grim.
"Now, he has laid everything out in the open. You two should understand better than anyone else why I would hold this ridiculous Triwizard Tournament..."
He seemed to have deliberately concealed some of the words, but the two people kneeling on the ground obviously knew it well.
They lowered their heads and made the promise with fear and trepidation.
"No, Master, no, we will never let you down again, never!"
Hearing their words, the man did not respond immediately.
He just stared in the thick darkness at the emblem hanging on the wall, which had become a taboo and was printed on a tattered and dirty tapestry.
The lion, eagle, snake and badger are tightly surrounded in an "H", as if there is nothing in the world that is so closely connected as them.
"This is the only chance..."
…
Fortunately for Jon, Bella's dagger was not poisoned.
This is why his injuries appear so serious from the outside, but with just a little simple white fresh essence, some bone-growing spirit and blood-replenishing potion, his body could be restored to normal.
After all the surface injuries were healed, Jon was basically able to walk, but he still needed someone to support him.
After it was determined that his injuries were not serious, Dumbledore approved him to use the wounded passage, and Fawkes sent him directly back to the Wizarding World's base in Lyon, while the other students returned through the fireplace using Floo powder as they had come.
Both Dumbledore and McGonagall knew very well that at this moment, as long as John came forward and accepted some interviews from newspapers in other magical areas, he could use what happened tonight to bring great reputation and influence to the Wizarding World.
However, they did not even mention the incident. They just arranged for Iniesta to help deal with the questions from the newspaper reporters, and then left with the Hogwarts students.
But regardless of whether there is an interview with Jon and his own response, what happens in tonight's Triwizard Tournament Warrior Selection will become explosive news and spread throughout Europe after one night.
Regardless of any other reasons, the scene in which John killed Bella in front of Voldemort today with Rodolphus's body was like a slap in the face to him.
Especially at this occasion when Voldemort should have been showing off his power.
After Jon was brought back to Lyon, Dumbledore was not eager to communicate with him about what he had encountered in the past few days and how he finally killed the Lestranges.
Even if the potion could quickly heal all his injuries, John was in a state of mental tension and what he needed most now was rest.
So after arriving in Lyon and being assigned a separate room, Jon fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
During these days in the Arctic, he had not entered a room with a fireplace for a long time, and he had not slept as soundly as he did today for a long time.
He slept for a whole day and night, and finally woke up in the afternoon of the next day.
It was already dusk outside when Jon stretched and got out of bed.
His bedside was filled with fruits and chocolates. After returning to Lyon, Lily, who was still performing duties in the carriage, forbade anyone to stay with him. She only allowed them to leave their things and then kicked them out of the room.
This also allowed Jon to have a good sleep.
He first sat on the edge of the bed, watching the sunset while eating an apple and daydreaming for a while, sorting out what he had gained since returning from the Arctic.
Let’s not talk about the killing of Rodolphus and Bella for now. He was forced to do so.
In fact, if they hadn't caught up with him after he escaped from the Slytherin bedroom, Jon would have followed Fawkes back directly, and the two of them would not have died.
Of course, I definitely don't regret killing Jon.
Both Rodolphus and Bella had the blood of Order of the Phoenix members on their hands. It was said that Neville's mother died under Bella's curse.
He avenged Neville.
Then he owed a favor to the Arctic researcher named Eric. If he hadn't helped to let the polar bears rush into the maze and tie up most of the other Death Eaters, Jon probably wouldn't have been able to escape so easily under the pursuit of these people.
Although he was definitely helping him out of Grindelwald's sake, Jon couldn't just shirk this help.
After that, the biggest gain was getting the gem on the third ring.
The two candlesticks were placed next to his bed. Gabrielle, who had been keeping them, had placed them there before she left last night.
Jon picked up the one with the blue gem on the end and tried it with his wand, but the gem did not separate from the candlestick so easily.
However, he was not worried about not being able to take the gem, after all, the real owner of the candlestick was right next to him.
Taking his robe, John's clothes were hung on the hanger in the ward by Lily without anyone touching them. He fumbled in the inner pocket of his robe and pulled out the portrait of Slytherin.
The creator of Hogwarts is still in the portrait and has not moved to any other place, or the most likely possibility is that there is only one portrait of him in the world and he has no way to go anywhere else.
When Jon unfolded the portrait and looked at the old man in it, Slytherin was also looking at him strangely .
Even after being taken down from the wall by Jon, it was kept in his pocket the whole time, which did not prevent Slytherin from hearing the sounds from the outside world.
Even though the information that his hearing could receive was very limited, he could still judge what Jon had experienced after leaving the bronze door.
Including when they arrived at the banquet hall of the French Ministry of Magic later, he heard Dumbledore's speech and Voldemort's voice clearly.
Even though all this information was very fragmented, Slytherin was able to make a preliminary judgment in his mind.
That is, what Jon said to him before in the maze was not a lie.
“Are all young people nowadays like you?”
Slytherin asked in his strangely hoarse voice.
Jon thought for a few seconds. He didn't mean to belittle himself, nor did he mean to pretend in front of the Slytherins.
"No, I'm a special case."
The old man in the portrait did not respond immediately. He just looked at Jon deeply.
"I guess your special case is not just a special case now, right?"
Jon shrugged.
"I dare not say that. From ancient times to the present, there has never been a shortage of talented people."
"You are more than just talented..."
Slytherin only said this much and didn't say anything further. For the first time, he made a request to Jon.
"Take me to see your principal."
Jon immediately understood the meaning of his words, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Do you believe what I say, sir?"
"I have only made some preliminary judgments of my own for the time being, and I don't believe everything you say. I will make a specific decision after I meet the headmaster named Dumbledore who lost the Hogwarts Castle."
Jon blinked his eyes at his words which seemed a bit hypocritical, but naturally did not refuse.
But before taking him to find Dumbledore, Jon shamelessly took the candlestick.
"Well, sir, do you know how to remove this stone from the candlestick?"
The Slytherin glanced at him and knew that he was drooling over the candlestick when they were in the maze.
However, Slytherin did not have any aversion to this. He was just a portrait now, and things of a living person were meaningless to him. Giving it directly to John was nothing.
"That stone is the source of the candlestick's burning. When it was first made, I used a sealing spell to lock it. It's very simple to remove it. You can use the unlocking spell, but I have to use the earliest unlocking spell of my time, which is 'Open Sesame' (the predecessor of Alacho Open is Open Door, and before that it is this)."
Of course, Jon had never learned this ancient lock-opening spell, but it was obviously not difficult to learn and it would not take long to master it.
While Jon was admiring Slytherin's magnanimity, he took off his hospital gown, put on ordinary clothes and walked out of the ward.
There was no one guarding outside the ward. Jon wasn't seriously injured and didn't need such careful care.
As soon as he walked out, he came to a corridor where people of all kinds were walking by.
These French wizards, who were either holding documents or walking in a hurry as if they had something important to do, all stopped when they saw John walking out of the room.
They all stood straight and saluted him.
Just as Jon showed an awkward smile on his face, not knowing how to deal with such a situation, every wizard present bent deeply to him and bowed very seriously.
Those heartfelt words echoed in this spacious corridor, and every voice was so sincere.
"Thank you, Mr. Jon Green."
