Chapter 196: Iron ring

Jon frowned.
The voice of the old man in front of him made him feel a little sick.
It's hard to imagine that such a person is actually Albus Dumbledore's friend?
"Hello, is it Professor Winston Vance?" Jon repeated the previous question.
At the same time, his right hand, pretending to be inadvertently, reached into his pocket and grabbed his wand.
"Yes, that's right..." The little old man with a goatee showed a wretched smile on his face: "I'm Vance...what's the matter, dear?"
Jon took a few steps back. In his letter at the meeting, it seemed that Dumbledore hadn't told himself what the connection code was...
"I'm Christopher Patrick!" Jon had to imply that.
"A nice name..." As if the wretched old man didn't even know the name, he approached Jon; he walked around Jon several times while sticking out his nose from time to time to sniff.
"Are you really Professor Vance?" Jon frowned and asked in disgust.
"Of course!" The old man pointed to the sign on his chest and smiled again showing his yellow teeth.
On the sign on the chest, the five letters of Vance are quite eye-catching.
"Now, my dear...you have no doubts?"
The old man leaned closer, he almost walked to a position less than a yard away from Jon...At the same time he stretched out his hand and tried to stroke the back of Jon's neck.
Jon couldn't bear it anymore, he took a few steps back and quickly pulled out his wand from his pocket.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted.
The wretched expression on the old man's face almost solidified in an instant...At the same time, his body also became a little bit stiff.
"Be respectful, sir!" Jon snapped.
However, the petrification curse only worked for a second, and the old man's stiff body began to move again; it seemed that he lifted the petrification curse on his own.
Just as Jon was stunned, a powerful impact hit his chest.
Jon only felt that he had been knocked into the air for several meters, while the wand in his hand flew away...
Falling hard against the wall, Jon struggled to raise his head.
No wand...and no spell...
In other words, the opponent used both silent spells and wandless spells...From this perspective, this wretched old man might not be inferior to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
What a joke, why did Dumbledore ask himself to meet such a man?
Jon covered his forehead with his right hand, pretending to be dizzy; at the same time, his left hand quietly reached into his pocket...In the left pocket are a few wrapped devil's net spores, a few bottles of potions, and a frozen fire gray snake. egg……
The wretched old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Jon's wand... At the same time he stroked the wand lightly with his dry and slender fingers...
"It's really beautiful... it's green..." the old man said in a sharp, creepy voice.
Then he raised his head and looked at Jon carefully with greedy eyes.
"That...that...where did that come from..." His voice trembled suddenly.
...
Jon was still thinking about losing his wand and using what to deal with this wretched man.
The other party actually made such a question in such a trembling voice.
In this voice, Jon also felt deep fear and panic.
The other person's horrified gaze was looking at his own hand... there was nothing else in his hand except the iron ring that Dumbledore gave him.
"Your Excellency..." the other party asked in a flustered voice, "Can you tell me where it came from?"
Sure enough, the other party was referring to his own iron ring.
Tell him that Dumbledore gave it to himself? But since the other party didn't know the name "Christopher Patrick", maybe he had never contacted Dumbledore.
and so……
"Ancestral!" Jon said casually.
The old man shivered visibly... He crouched and walked over like a goat, returning the wand made of bamboo to Jon.
"I'm very sorry...I was rude...Your Excellency..." He lowered his head, afraid to face Jon's gaze: "Is there anything I can help..."
Jon took over his wand again and said faintly: "I am Christopher Patrick, a fourth-grade student. I need to go to Durmstrang to cancel my school status."
Professor Vance, the wretched old man, seemed obviously relieved.
He hurriedly ran to the door, opened the office door, and made a gesture of asking:
"Very simple thing, come with me!"
...
Following Professor Winston Vance, Jon reappeared in the corridor of Durmstrang Castle.
Every student met along the road would stop and salute the old man in front.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
"Professor Vance!"
"Principal Vance!"
principal……
Jon secretly thought: Is he the new principal of Durmstrang after Karkaroff ran away?
But the small office just now didn't look like the principal's office.
But the eyes of those students looking at Jon were a bit contemptuous.
Jon ignored these gazes. He followed Professor Vance and walked down the stairs...to the first floor of the castle, a very inconspicuous, low hut.
The hut looks a bit dim, and there are all kinds of files on a bookshelf just after entering the door...
At the same time, behind a table inside, there is an old man with white hair sitting...If Jon remembers correctly, he should be the old man who used a rag to wipe the deck of the ghost ship when he entered the campus just before~ EbookFREE.me~Winston? "The old man glanced at the intruder and frowned: "You are still looking for me for the key to Karkaroff's office. I don't think I can help you unless you get approval from Durmstrang..."
"No, Emerson..." Professor Vance shook his head quickly. He pointed to Jon and explained: "This is Mr. Christopher Patrick, a fourth grade student... He needs to log out of Germany. Mstrong’s student status!"
"Is it canceled out of school..." The old man slowly stood up and walked to the bookshelf with those files:
"Wait..." He turned around and looked at Jon: "What's your name?"
"Patrick..." Jon replied calmly: "Christopher Patrick."
"Patrick..." the old man repeated, and he visibly frowned.
"I see, Mr. Patrick..." He paused, and then slowly said: "But before that, you have to go back to your dormitory... Pack everything you left at school and take away! "