Chapter 258: Neighbors of the Harts

　　 "The former director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures was acquitted!"
　　" At 10 a.m. GMT on December 20th, the International Wizarding Tribunal held an important trial in Wiesengamau on the case of the malfeasance of Mrs. Diana Greengrass, the former director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures.
　　 After the trial, more than three-quarters of Wisengamao members did not believe that Mrs. Greengrass' dereliction of duty was established, so she was eventually acquitted.
　　 However, the relevant personnel in the Minister's Office did not state when Mrs. Greengrass will be reinstated.
　　 At present, Mr. Cuthbert Mokridge, the director of the Fairy Liaison Office, is still acting as the temporary director of the Department of Management and Control of Fantastic Beasts.
　　 The Daily Prophet will continue to track this case and bring more relevant information in the coming days. "
　　 Jon put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand and looked away from the short news in the corner.
According to the usual practice, it is impossible for such important news to be published in such a corner... But considering the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and his confidants, they are becoming more and more crazy; Make Jon feel exceptional.
　　 After reading the news carefully from the beginning again, and confirming that there was no information forgotten by him; Jon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
　　 It seems that Astoria's mother should be intact, and most wizards in the magical world still support her... Jon only hopes that Astoria's mentality will be better after knowing this news.
　　 Just as Jon was about to take a look at the other content in the newspaper, suddenly a crisp voice came from the side:
"Hello there?"
　　……
The sound was a girl sitting next to Jon, a "travel companion" on this trip... She was wearing a Greek-style light blue chiffon dress, with long brown hair and brown eyes. Some curiously looked at the newspaper in Jon's hands:
　　 When she saw Jon looking at her, the girl smiled courteously: "Sorry, it may be a little rude...but I just seemed to see the portrait on it moving..."
　　 "...Of course it may be my illusion!" She added: "Or what brand new product?"
　　 "Of course it is an illusion." Jon said calmly, and then took the "Daily Prophet" into his backpack: "How can the portrait in the newspaper move casually?"
　　 "Yeah... It's incredible!" The girl couldn't help but smiled; but she didn't continue discussing the moving newspaper. From her expression, it seemed that she was more interested in talking to Jon:
　　 "Could you take the liberty to ask your name?" She asked somewhat cautiously.
　　 "Patrick... Christopher Patrick!" Jon replied calmly.
　　 "This doesn't sound like an Englishman's name... but it seems to be a German name?"
　　 "No, I was born in Austria..." Jon shrugged and talked with her.
"A country full of art!" The girl with brown-red hair blinked at him lightly: "But it sounds strange...an Austrian living in the UK, going to France only four days before Christmas? "
　　 "My parents are in France!" Jon replied.
"settle down?"
　　 "It doesn't count as a settlement... I should be able to come back after I live for a few years!"
　　 "Really...Where are they temporarily staying?" The girl continued to ask curiously.
　　 "Beautiful lady, I take the liberty to ask, are you from Scotland Yard or MI6?" Jon couldn't help but complain.
　　 "Sorry!" The girl with brown-red hair quickly smiled apologetically: "I have asked more... I'm just a British student, just like you, returning to France for Christmas."
　　 "At the Charles de Gaulle Airport..." She paused, and then asked softly, "Are you interested in having a cup of coffee? I know there is a great coffee shop nearby!"
　　 "I'm happy!" Jon rebuffed, "but when I get to Paris, I have to transfer to Ajaccio (the capital of South Corsica) as soon as possible; so I don't necessarily have time..."
　　 "Oh, yes, I'm sorry!" The girl shook her head obviously a little disappointed.
　　 tactfully declined the Muggle girl's date invitation, although Jon thought she was still pretty.
　　 He put on his blindfold and began to sleep, and the plane had already flown from London Heathrow Airport to Paris.
　　……
　　 When I arrived in Corsica, it was already afternoon.
　　 When I finally found my destination, it was getting dark.
　　 looked at the two small buildings not far from the sea, then looked at the address written on the note in his hand... Jon quickly walked over.
　　 walked to the courtyard of which small building on the left, and stretched his head to look at the situation inside... Jon knocked on the door lightly and took off the iron ring on his hand.
"Who!" Mrs. Judy Hart was watering the coconut trees in the courtyard, and she turned around impatiently... Suddenly, she was completely stunned there, and the kettle in her hand dropped. Down.
　　 "Jon..." She ran over quickly, opened the door of the courtyard, and put her son in her arms.
　　 "Long time no see, mother."
"Yes, it's been a year and a half... I've grown a lot taller, and I'm already a bit taller than me!" There are tears of joy in Mrs Hart's eyes~EbookFREE.me~Mom, you are also beautiful. ! "
"Huh... no matter how busy you are, you should come and see more..." She snorted coldly, "From the tone of Mr. Dogo and Miss Jones, I thought you had an accident...until Abu Principal Si Dumbledore came to visit in person and assured us that you are absolutely fine, so we can relax..."
　　 "Am I not coming back..." Jon smiled, "How are you doing here?"
"Awesome... The climate is much better than in the UK, and the scenery is great... The temperature in winter is almost never below 15 degrees, and in summer it is rarely higher than 25 degrees... It's just a little boring sometimes!" Smiling and said: "Of course it's only for me. Your father and our neighbors have fun playing together every day."
　　 "Neighbor?" Jon frowned.
"Huh, it's just a playboy. On average, he changes his girlfriend's scumbag once a month..." Judy snorted coldly: "He claims to be a writer, but he can't even get this work; he claims to be himself Once a professor, don’t look at him like that?"
　　 "Is that so... what's his name?" Jon asked with a wry smile.
　　 "Lockhart?" Mrs. Hart frowned. "It seems to be the name... Guidro Lockhart!"
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