Chapter 236: Madame Petitfu Teahouse

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As the white light faded away, they sat again at the round table.
"Are these all the future?" Draco Malfoy looked at Jon and asked.
"I don't know!" Jon shook his head.
"Huh?" Malfoy was stunned.
Jon was sitting in jeopardy, and said with a serious face: "Prophecy is not a simple thing, especially this kind of prediction about the fate of the world... I dare not pack up!"
"But this at least provides future possibilities." Jon paused, and continued to explain: "The ones you just saw are definitely not groundless..."
"That is to say..." Malfoy frowned, his face seemed to be a little more fearful.
"It's impossible!" Pansy Parkinson screamed, "How could Muggles threaten us..."
"No, you made a mistake, Miss Parkinson!" Jon stood up and said righteously: "Since we swear allegiance to the Dark Lord, we naturally need to share the worries for the Dark Lord... Muggles are the Dark Lords. For the enemies we hate, we first need to have enough attention and understanding of them, instead of taking it for granted that they will not be threatened!"
The expression on Pansy Parkinson's face seemed to be gagged by a smelly sock.
"Christopher..." Malfoy stood up and said slowly: "Actually, what Pansy said is not unreasonable... Muggles can't see through our magic at all. Soul curse to control their high-level... In this way, they can be easily manipulated by us!"
"You have overlooked a little too, Draco!" Jon smiled, and then continued: "Muggles don't know anything about us. This is based on the establishment of the International Confidentiality Law!"
Draco Malfoy couldn't help but his face changed.
"If the Dark Lord really controls the magic world, it means that the "International Secrecy Act" is completely invalid!" Jon slowly said: "In this case, do you think Dumbledore and Potter are pure blood Traitors, and the Muggle-born wizards, on which side will they stand?"
"Mudblood only..." Pansy Parkinson on one side muttered again.
"They should be on the side of the Muggles..." Malfoy said slowly with a solemn expression.
"Yes!" Jon nodded: "Then the situation will be different... We must prepare for the worst. On that day, the Muggle world will know from which evil spirits we are. all!"
"Moreover, who will help the Muggles and become their assistants..." Jon continued, "They also use magic, and besides magic, they also have more destructive weapons. And an unimaginable number..."
There was a moment of silence around the entire round table.
Everyone, including Pansy Parkinson, who was a bit dissatisfied with Christopher Patrick before... was deeply thinking.
...
Looked at the silence before him.
"Hahaha!" Jon suddenly laughed loudly: "It's just an idea. Why are you so nervous?"
"I think the Dark Lord must have considered all this..." Jon continued: "So, we only need to follow his orders... and there is no need to worry about fearlessly. With the Dark Lord, these things are not We don’t need to worry!"
As soon as these words were said, the faces of these quasi Death Eaters looked better.
But Jon knew that this was nonsense... With Voldemort's contempt for Muggles, how could he think of these things.
"Christopher!" Malfoy strode towards Jon suddenly, grabbed his arm, and said contemptuously, "Sit my seat, right?"
"Huh?" It was Jon's turn this time, a little stunned.
"You think more long-term than me, and the talent is better than me!" Malfoy, with a convincing expression, forcibly pulled Jon to the innermost seat.
Although the other quasi Death Eaters were a little surprised, no one stood up and expressed opposition.
Jon sat blankly in Malfoy's seat.
Bres-Sabini raised his glass and shouted loudly: "Last glass, I wish the Dark Lord!"
"I wish the Dark Lord!" they shouted in unison.
They walked out of the Three Broomstick Bar one by one... Jon was at the end of the group.
There is only one thing in his head, do you want to tell Dumbledore quickly:
"Professor Dumbledore, are you ready to close the Internet... If you don't, I may... No, I seem to be the boss!"
...
Walking out of the Three Broomsticks Bar, Jon suddenly saw the pig's head bar next door, and a group of people emerged.
Gryffindor’s Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger...and Fred and George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas...almost Half of the students at Gryffindor College are here.
There are some people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They came out of the pig's head bar one after another.
Slytherin and Gryffindor had never dealt with each other, because there seemed to be a lot of people facing each other. Only a cold snort was heard from Malfoy, and then he hurriedly left here with these quasi Death Eaters.
This gave Jon a chance. He didn't follow Malfoy and them; instead, he quietly turned into a small road, and then waited for the two groups to leave, then walked out and quickly walked towards the Madam Petiff teahouse.
He didn't forget that he still has an appointment.
...
When Jon hurriedly walked into Mrs. Pattif's teahouse, it was already ten and five.
In other words, he was five minutes late.
The place in the teahouse is small and misty, as if everything is decorated with frills or bows.
Jon quickly found Mrs. Pattef and asked, "Excuse me, is Miss Greengrass still here?"
"Yes..." Mrs. Pattif said without hesitation: "She is in the private room No. 5 on the second floor~EbookFREE.me~ OK, thank you!" Jon hurried to the second floor.
When pushing open the door of room 5, Jon took off the iron ring in his hand.
Astoria Greengrass sat alone in it, watching Jon appear, she quickly came over.
"Why are you late?" she asked with some worry.
"Sorry, just...something was delayed..." Jon explained.
Astoria's face suddenly changed, she seemed to have something to say, but stopped.
"What's wrong?" Jon asked quickly.
He walked towards Astoria, but Astoria stepped back.
"Why... you have Selwyn perfume on you?" she asked bitterly. . m.