Volume 8: In this Hogwarts without the Dark Lord Chapter 491 Take a nap
Jon felt his body heat up.
But it wasn't scalding hot, more like being soaked in an overheated hot spring, which was comfortable at first but as time went on, the water got hotter and hotter.
It was so high that it seemed to burn his skin off.
Then he suddenly sat up from the ground.
After waking up, Jon felt great. Originally, all parts of his body were aching, but now, except for his head still feeling a little dizzy due to overwork, he no longer felt unwell physically.
The first thing he looked at was his hands. After discovering those tiny white fingers, he was sure that he had actually died once.
Although this is a bit of a headache, it's no big deal.
It's just that your body age has become younger. Compared with real death, this cost is negligible.
Then, Jon began to observe the situation around him.
The last time he used Apparition before his death, he apparently took Dumbledore with him to escape from the British Ministry of Magic. He remembered that the location he chose was the temporary Hogwarts base in Lyon.
Now they had indeed arrived at this place, but there was no one around.
Dumbledore was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, showing no sign of waking up. John confirmed again that he was still breathing and having a heartbeat, and then he tried to see if he could find anyone from the empty school.
"It seems that you have already made arrangements in advance, Professor. You are sure that your guess is correct and you will die there, so you let everyone on the Wu Ping Line leave."
After searching everywhere in the school and finding no one, Jon squatted beside Dumbledore and whispered.
After figuring out all the causes and consequences, it is easy to guess Dumbledore's arrangements.
Even though it has not been proven yet, he has already guessed that the truth is probably just as he imagined, and he is ready to face his own death.
So he withdrew all the Wizarding World personnel in the UK. The French side probably had already made arrangements, just like the Hogwarts base was now deserted.
Because once it is proven that Voldemort can never be killed, and he dies in this duel, then Voldemort, who has completely broken free from his restrictions, will be invincible, and everything on the wizarding horizon will become empty talk.
So Dumbledore must have made all the necessary preparations to protect the safety of others.
John sat next to Dumbledore. He was still very tired. His physical condition could return to its best after his rebirth, but his exhausted spirit could not recover so quickly.
He pulled at the grass roots on the ground and looked at the campus that was once bustling with joy but now became a little desolate. Only the two of them were left alone. Even Fawkes, who had always been inseparable from Dumbledore, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where else in the world can you feel safe and still be able to fight against Voldemort?"
Jon, who looked six years old again, tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore, who had no way of answering his question. But in fact, he didn't need Dumbledore to speak, because he had already given the answer.
He held Dumbledore's hand, and the golden-red light enveloped them again. Then this temporary residence of Hogwarts was completely deserted.
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The students of Hogwarts are enjoying Christmas dinner.
But even though the environment here was not that unfamiliar to them, and the owners of the castle were very enthusiastic about their coming from afar, the students were still a little restless.
"Why did we suddenly leave Lyon?"
Justin looked at the huge roast turkey on the long table, his expression obviously nervous.
There were two pieces of bacon on the plate in front of Ron, but he didn't seem to have the appetite to pick up the knife and fork. Instead, he frowned.
"It's not just us. Although George and Fred have tried their best to keep it a secret, I still found out that they all came back from England, including Moody and the others. Then they left France with us. Professor McGonagall and the others didn't tell us anything, but just told us to do what they told us."
Neville's expression was actually much uglier , because he could think of more and dared to make a very bold guess.
But he still forced a smile and comforted her.
"It may just be a social gathering of three schools. The students of Beauxbatons and we all came to Durmstrang to attend the Christmas dinner. Isn't this a good thing?"
"This means there is no one left in France," Hermione said suddenly and coldly.
Neville immediately turned to look at her eagerly.
"Hermione!"
Hermione's face showed no expression, and she looked so calm that it was a little scary.
She and Neville looked at each other.
"We left, the students of Beauxbatons left too, and the members of the Fighting Wizards in Britain evacuated. What does this mean?"
Her words completely froze the atmosphere at the long table.
At this time, Gabrielle and Nick were running over from the long table in Beauxbatons wearing Santa hats. Just as they were about to speak happily, they were frightened by the atmosphere here.
After hearing Hermione's words, Nick could no longer maintain the forced smile on his face. He tried hard to laugh, but he couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.
The entire Hogwarts table was infected, and even the freshmen who had just entered school this year and had not yet figured out the situation were silent.
"Today, Professor Dumbledore will have the final duel of life and death with Voldemort, but at this time we have been transferred to Durmstrang in advance. If it were just us, it would be fine, but even the fighters on the front line of the wizarding front have been withdrawn. Isn't this situation obvious?"
Hermione's voice was like a hand that tore off the veil hiding the truth, completely making everyone else think of that possibility.
"Professor Dumbledore..." Lavender's voice was already filled with tears, "Does he know that he can't defeat the Dark Lord?"
There was silence at the long table. No one could answer her question, just as no one had dared to raise this possibility like Hermione before.
The depressing atmosphere in the area where Hogwarts sat also made other Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students who were celebrating the dinner notice something was wrong.
Not to mention the professor's seat on the podium, overlooking all the students' seats.
Grindelwald, who was sitting in the center of the platform, of course also saw this scene, but he did not say anything. Beside him, McGonagall, who had not said a word since she sat down, suddenly left her seat and came to the long table at Hogwarts.
That night, besides her, the only person who brought these students to Durmstrang was a French professor from Beauxbatons.
While others are waiting for the final news.
But before Dumbledore left France, McGonagall finally learned some of the inside story. Although she didn't know what the arrangement was, Dumbledore had already told her the worst consequence.
When she came to the long table at Hogwarts, all the students looked up at her, some were nervous, some were expectant, as if hoping that she could refute what Hermione said and give some other explanation.
But after she spoke, she only spoke softly.
"Eat well and spend the night. We can talk about anything tomorrow."
A depressed mood spread across the long table. Mag did not give any explanation, but instead expressed an attitude.
Hermione's words were not denied, and Lavender's question was avoided. Some things could actually be answered.
No one else questioned Magg's words, but Neville stared at Magg blankly and asked his own question.
"What about Jon?"
After hearing his question, everyone at the long table raised their heads and looked at McGonagall again, except Hermione, who lowered her head and clenched her hands.
Mag took a deep breath, her eyes a little red. Just when she was about to say that she didn't know where Jon was or what he was doing.
A dazzling golden-red light suddenly lit up in the middle of the auditorium!
This ray of light attracted everyone's attention, even the students at the long table in Hogwarts couldn't help but turn their heads to look.
After the light flashed and then disappeared in a flash, the young John appeared in the center of the hall holding Dumbledore's hand!
Grindelwald stood up from his position as soon as the light came on, and John looked at him panting after appearing.
"Look at the professor."
Grindelwald did not stop. Before anyone else could react, he quickly walked to Dumbledore's side and held Dumbledore's arm. The next second, the two of them disappeared in the hall.
At this moment, everyone at the Hogwarts table finally reacted!
Some of them shouted excitedly, some screamed out loud, and they all jumped up from both sides of the long table, swarming towards where Jon was, surrounding him in the middle. Even Mag couldn't calm down. She cried with joy, and did not rush over with the students, but stayed where she was, covering her face.
Jon just slumped on the ground. He looked at those familiar faces, all looking at him excitedly, and a smile appeared on his face.
But this smile could not conceal his mental exhaustion at the moment.
"Merry Christmas, guys. Okay, I know you must have a lot of questions... but before you come to vent your curiosity, can you let me get some sleep... just for a while... just a little while..."
He said as he closed his eyes and curled up against Hermione's legs.
Everyone around fell silent, not only the students from Hogwarts, but even the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons tried their best to hold their breath, for fear of disturbing the sleeping boy.
Hermione wiped her eyes, squatted down, and carefully held Jon's young body in her arms so that he could have a better posture to rest well.
At this moment, the auditorium, which should have been celebrating the festival with colorful ribbons fluttering, was as quiet as if no one was there.
Everyone here still doesn't know what has happened, but they know and are sure that after tonight, the entire magical world will once again undergo an earth-shaking change!
