Chapter 190: Eastleigh Road

As a golden light flashed, Jon Hart opened his eyes again.
Through the morning sun, he glanced vaguely at the small road in front of him-Eastleigh Road, where he grew up living.
It is the morning of June 25, the day after the Triwizard Tournament ends.
He spent the night in Dumbledore's office last night... Under the wall full of portraits of the principal, Dumbledore changed him into a sleeping bag.
The principals had been chattering and arguing all night, so much so that Jon didn't sleep well...Of course, it was also related to his concerns.
Early the next morning, just a few minutes ago, Fox drove him away from the principal's office and came here.
That black-gray ugly bird looks a bit bigger than yesterday...It was only the size of a fist yesterday, and it is at least the size of a teapot now. The color on his body is also more reddish.
However, it is still a little difficult for it to travel through space, at least to make it physically exhausted...It is lying lazily on one side of the lawn, basking in the sun.
Jon felt that other phoenixes, if they saw the current Fox, they would definitely want to clear the door.
...
Opening the bag on his back, some of the more important things, Jon had already collected them before the third event of the Triwizard Tournament.
Jon picked up the paralyzed phoenix on the ground and threw it in; at the same time, he opened the opening of the backpack so that the phoenix could get the sun inside.
As he walked in the direction of No. 86, his mind was thinking about what happened yesterday.
The plan to escape from Hogwarts was planned from the first day when I knew I was a wizard, and as of yesterday... it was basically completed.
No matter how Voldemort was, he was also the most powerful dark wizard in the world in the second half of the 20th century; and he was supported by the vast majority of pure blood wizard families.
Although Jon believed that Dumbledore would definitely be able to crush Voldemort by IQ, and finally won. But Dumbledore was old after all, and couldn't keep up with his energy; the order of the Phoenix under his men was far fewer than the Death Eaters.
So no matter what way Dumbledore won the final victory, the final result is always tragic.
As a fairly well-known wizard from a non-wizard family, Jon Hart and Voldemort were born on opposite sides; so in a sense, he had two choices, one is to join the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters. We are fighting against each other with real swords and guns, and the second is to find ways to avoid this vortex.
Jon chose the latter route.
Everything went smoothly... The appearance of suspended animation caught Dumbledore a bit off guard; if he did not admit that Jon Hart was dead, then he could not prove the return of Voldemort and he could not disguise Mad Eye Moody as Barty Crouch Jr. broke into the Death Eater.
but……
...
"Ginger is still hot!" Jon couldn't help sighing.
After all, I have been in Hogwarts for three years, and I have feelings for everything about Hogwarts... In the face of Dumbledore's sudden temptation...
This one-year exchange student caught him by surprise.
Dumbledore did not directly let Jon make a choice. To be honest, he was very conscientious and directly arranged for Jon to be a Busbarton student...
So Jon could go directly to Boothbarton and ignore the transfer student's file.
In the 1995-1996 school year, that is, Harry Potter's fifth grade, the sense of crisis is still much lighter than the next two years. At least there have been no frequent Muggle massacres, and hemp wizards have not been deprived of the right to use magic wands.
After all, Voldemort had just been resurrected, and he encountered an ostrich-like pig opponent like Cornelius Fudge, and he chose to keep a low profile and accumulate strength.
Changing the status of a non-hemp wizard may not be dangerous.
In addition, Jon was also a little curious about the "secret" mentioned by Dumbledore.
Dumbledore is not a person who exaggerates, he said it is very important, then this secret is definitely not simple... and it should be related to himself.
Moreover, Jon felt that this had something to do with Dumbledore's special attention to himself in recent years.
Jon, who was entangled, stopped.
Because he arrived at 86 Eastleigh Road, which is his home.
...
There is a car parked in front of the house.
There is also an old man panting in his yard, and a woman with pink cheeks and black hair.
Judging from their outfits, they are two wizards.
They are talking to Eric.
"I am Epheas Dorje!" said the old man with few gray hairs left on his head. "I am Albus Dumbledore's friend, and this is Hestia Jones."
There is no doubt that Mr. Eric Hart knew Dumbledore.
"Friend of Principal Dumbledore!" He said with some excitement, "Welcome!"
"This is the situation..." Dorje explained, panting, "A very evil dark wizard has resurrected, and he takes pleasure in slaughtering Muggles like you... Albus thinks for your safety. , Decided to send us to arrange you to France..."
While talking, he handed over a letter.
"To France?" Eric looked surprised.
"Yes...the situation is more urgent..." Dorje continued to explain: "Look at the letter Albus gave you. If there is no problem, you can make arrangements. Hesijia and I will pick you up in three days. of!"
"How is Jon?" Mrs. Judy Hart asked with some concern.
"He..." Epheas Dorjee and Hestia Jones couldn't help but glance at each other.
"Don't worry about him..." the black-haired witch said hesitantly.
Neither Eric nor Judy thought much...After the two wizards left, they began to discuss.
Jon never showed up~EbookFREE.me~ There is no doubt that Epheas-Dorje and Hestia-Jones must not know that he is still alive...So if he shows up, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble.
Yesterday Dumbledore promised to help his parents move to France; he did not expect that he would fulfill his promise today.
...
Jon fished out the ugly phoenix from his backpack.
"Send me a letter, Fox?" Jon asked softly.
Phoenix pouted arrogantly, indicating that she disagrees... how could she be compared with those humble owls.
Jon took out a small bag of herbs from his pocket.
Foxton's eyes were bright and he nodded busy.
Jon thought about it for a long time, and waited until Fox waited a little impatiently, then slowly said: "I have a letter, I want you to help me send it to Miss Astoria Greengrass."