Volume 4: The Sea and the Ship Heading North Chapter 231: So close yet so out of reach
Jon watched the actions between the master and servant coldly. He was not in a hurry to take action now. It was not because he felt sorry for anything, but because he questioned Sir Stoke's decision.
He didn't think that this knight was lying when he said he hated Voldemort. Before getting the memory back, Sir Stoker must have shown his true self. He clearly said that he did not agree with the pure-blood theory.
Moreover, he has lived in this tower for decades. No matter what happens on land, no matter what kind of benefits and status the pure-blood wizards get, it has nothing to do with him, and he cannot get a penny.
The only subject he had shown enthusiasm for now was astronomy, but what could Voldemort give him in astronomy?
"I really want to know, what did the Dark Lord promise you that made you risk your life for him? I believe in my own judgment, and I also believe that the generosity and kindness you showed before today were not fake. For a person who turned people into slaves like that, what is there for you to risk your life for?"
When Jon asked this question, his body was already slowly rising.
Although he wants to know the answer, it does not mean that he will give up the answer to another question for this answer.
The strong wind from high above blew his black hair, and the effect of the polyjuice potion had just ended at this time.
John had no intention of continuing to conceal his identity. This contract was obviously extremely important to Voldemort. He knew very well that after this incident, the whereabouts of the entire Hogwarts could no longer be hidden.
The reduction in stature did not change the loose robe he was wearing. The wind rippled the fabric, making a rustling sound.
Looking at the boy who was looking down at him indifferently from high in the sky, Sir Stock's originally ferocious face showed shock!
He guessed that this "Professor Johnson" was actually someone else who had assumed his identity and climbed up to his tower.
But he always believed that Jon's true identity was actually another Hogwarts professor who was in exile!
But he never imagined that the man who chatted and laughed with him, helped him solve the thousand magic slabs, was immune to most magic with a universal spell, and could even fly at this moment, was actually just a boy in his teens at most!
Sir Stoker was greatly shocked by Jon's revealed identity .
He could fully believe that this was John's true identity, because with the strength he had shown now, there was no need to hide it at all.
It was this boy who led other children of his age to fight against the Dark Lord who was powerful enough to swallow up the entire European wizarding world?
A sense of absurdity rose in Sir Stoker's heart, and he didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything from Jon's question.
"If you had told me before you took off your disguise that you were still a student, a fourth-year student at most, I would have thought you were humiliating me."
With messy white hair flying behind his head, Sir Stock laughed. His laugh was so reckless and even a little crazy.
"Because you have the same understanding of Muggle philosophy as I do. Before that memory, I always thought that maybe we could become good friends. Even if you leave this tower with your students, we can still discuss and exchange the future of wizards' cognition of the world through letters!"
"Even after I got back that memory, I still had illusions about you, Professor Johnson. I thought maybe you were really just a professor at Durmstrang who brought students to the sea for a study trip, and the contract that was not in the box was just left behind by you and hidden in the hole under the stone slab. In the end, your purpose of coming here was to get it. So can you let me know your real name, Professor Johnson?"
John did not refuse his request. He always thought that this knight was a very good person. He was also one of the few pure-blood wizards who truly studied Muggle society and reflected on the magical world through this.
If it weren't for Voldemort's incident, they might have become close friends regardless of age difference.
"Jon Green, a third year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and also the captain of the Hogwarts in Exile."
Sir Stock's face, which was hit by the cold wind, was all smiles, as if he was happy to have made a new like-minded friend.
"Ha, Captain Green, I'm glad there's someone willing to listen to my story at this hour."
"I am a complete outlier in my alma mater, Beauxbatons. As a student from an ancient wizard family, I am mediocre in all subjects related to magic, except for astronomy. Others need to memorize star maps by rote, but I can remember them in my mind at a glance. I can even simulate the revolution and rotation orbits of planets around the sun based on their movement laws."
"But this still disappointed my parents who had high hopes for me. They were both proud aristocrats who set high standards for themselves. Astronomy was just a side path in their eyes, and they would never admit that their child was an ordinary person."
"My classmates at school also regarded me as an oddball because I didn't like Quidditch, spells, or alchemy. Whenever I had time, I would go to the astronomy tower filled with star maps."
"But I never took these things seriously. When I was in fifth grade, my Muggle Studies professor said to me in a private chat, 'Magic occupies the entire life of wizards, and therefore covers our eyes from understanding the world, while Muggles are gradually seeing the world clearly.' He later resigned from the school and joined the Witch Party in Northern Europe at the time. I won't comment on his character, but his words gave me a new understanding."
" Wizards ' astronomical research is too narrow. The only way to observe the starry sky is with a telescope, but Muggles' methods of understanding the world are changing with each passing day."
"After I graduated from Beauxbatons, I hid my identity and studied at a Muggle university for a long time. During that time, I saw the first Muggle, a man named Gagarin, go into space. And just when my parents passed away and I had finished their funeral and was preparing to move into this tower, the first Muggle to land on the moon appeared in North America. His name was Armstrong!"
Sir Stoker opened his eyes wide.
"This makes me tremble with excitement! It also makes me extremely sad about the ignorance, arrogance and conceit of the magic world!"
"I am madly jealous of those Muggles who can go to the deep starry sky and see the paths of the stars with their own eyes. I have tried to improve the flying broom and break away from the constraints of the earth, but the cold high altitude and thin oxygen limit my plan!"
"Just when I had given up on the starry sky that was so close yet so unreachable, the man named Tom Riddle found me!"
