Volume 9: The reins handed over Chapter 539 The Biggest Gain
"How could that be?"
Jon was also drinking water, but his voice was obviously much softer when he answered later, making his tone sound a little guilty.
"I just don't want to plant a flag behind me before the battle..."
Hermione didn't ask too many questions about this issue. She sat on the stone steps with her legs together, hugged her knees, holding the cup of water handed to her by Jon, and looked at the dark night sky outside.
"Neville and the others have already gone to the front line. The war situation has deteriorated to the most difficult point."
"This situation won't last long. Voldemort will show up."
"What if we lose again?"
Jon did not seem to be too upset by this question. He just pretended to be relaxed and said it.
"If we lose, we can just go north again. At worst, we can retreat to the North Pole. There's an ocean between us, so they won't come back."
Hermione turned and looked at him, her expression was calm, but there was some other emotion in her eyes.
"You know what I want to ask. If we lose, there is only one possibility of losing."
Jon is not really stupid, he certainly knows what the real meaning of this question is.
The key to victory or defeat is the duel between him and Voldemort, and the premise for their loss is that John loses.
This kind of loss is not just a simple defeat. After all, Jon can come back to life after death. If the situation really comes to that, Jon himself will definitely not be spared.
The Phoenix's rebirth is not truly invincible. After Voldemort learned of his immortality, he would not fail to think of ways to target him, just like they have been looking for a breakthrough for Voldemort's Horcruxes .
So John's situation is actually not as safe as it seems. The worst outcome for other people in this war is death, but once John is caught by Voldemort, he will most likely be in a situation worse than death.
Hermione had obviously seen through this.
Jon didn't play dumb this time . He put down the cup of water and ruffled Hermione's long chestnut hair, which had been smooth and neatly groomed since she arrived at the Hogwarts carriage.
"There is no need to consider so many consequences for some things. If you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose. Instead of thinking about the consequences, it is better to think more about how to do it."
"Then why did you consider the consequences for us!"
Hermione had never struggled so hard to free her head from Jon's hands, venting the anger in her heart that she could not suppress no matter what!
"I know what you and the headmaster of Durmstrang have prepared! He will not show up in this war, but will plan a retreat after your failure to protect everyone else!"
"You said it so high-soundingly! You said not to think about the consequences! But you have already thought of a way out for everyone! What about the way out you left for yourself? Ever since that time on Azkaban, you have never changed!"
Jon was obviously caught off guard by her sudden outburst.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Hermione suddenly hugged him the next second!
The fine hair tickled Jon's ears, allowing him to hear the girl's sobs.
Jon didn't say anything else. He knew Hermione didn't want him to give an answer because the question itself had no answer.
In this situation, what kind of escape route can Jon prepare for himself?
He couldn't prepare anything and could only make the same choice as Dumbledore. If he succeeded, he would win. If he failed, the people behind him would not all be buried with him.
Hermione knew this, and her anger was not directed at Jon, but at herself.
She hated her own incompetence. She thought she could help Jon with something in the Triwizard Tournament, but in the end, everyone else still had to rely on Jon alone.
Jon also hugged Hermione. He didn't say anything to comfort her. When the two of them could feel each other's body temperature and hear each other's hot heartbeat, words were actually unnecessary.
Hermione buried her head in Jon's arms, as if she didn't want Jon to see her crying.
Only after she had wiped all her tears on Jon's robe did she raise her head again and sniff.
"sorry……"
Jon rubbed her face.
"Well, since you apologized sincerely, I will accept it with reluctance. However, no one would just say sorry when apologizing."
He was obviously speaking in a teasing tone, but it still made Hermione hate him to bits.
"I don't have any commonly used alchemical items on me."
Jon's tone became serious.
"You are special. I don't need you to give me any alchemical items. It doesn't matter what. As long as it's something you give me, it doesn't matter what it is."
His words were somewhat ambiguous. Hermione was still pretending to be calm, but the uncontrollable blush on her face betrayed her true feelings.
"What do you want?"
Jon didn't say anything at first, but the arms he held around Hermione became noticeably tighter.
The night sky was originally covered by clouds, but at some point, as the two were talking, the starry sky was revealed.
Suddenly, Jon felt that the moonlight tonight was really beautiful.
The moonlight was as soft as a veil. Jon lowered his head and Hermione was looking at him.
Those eyes were bright, reflecting the entire night sky and also reflecting Jon's eyes.
He could clearly see Hermione's eyelashes trembling slightly, and Jon's heart unconsciously followed the trembling faster. He thought he would be very calm, but no matter what kind of person he is, he would not show such a trait of calmness in such a matter.
He slowly lowered his head. Hermione did not close her eyes. The two of them just stared at each other until Jon felt the girl's warm breath, which was obviously much more rapid than normal...
The moonlight dimmed again. Two floating clouds met together at some point, blocking the moonlight and also blocking Jon's greatest gain of this trip.
