Chapter 318: invite

In Room 27 of the Broken Cauldron Bar, the strange sounds that had come from time to time before seemed to have disappeared.
Now, the room looks very quiet.
A snow-white owl was pecking at a piece of dried meat in front of it nervously...At the same time, it turned its head from time to time and looked at the terrifying "ball of meat" behind it in panic.
The spherical phoenix behind Owl did not seem to be in good condition.
Because of her temporary guardian, she thought of a good way...
Jon Hart took out a rope and firmly tied a knot in Fox's mouth... Since the tip of Phoenix's beak was bent, she had no possibility of breaking away from the knot.
More importantly, the mouth was tied, and Phoenix could neither eat nor sing... It was perfect with two birds with one stone.
Fox looked at Jon with a grimace on her face, but after her mouth was tied, she couldn't even make the pitiful cry of "Woo"... But after her body became a meatball, she wanted to win by appearance. Compassion is also difficult.
After all, a fat ruin everything?
To put it simply, Fox had given up the possibility of breaking away from the rope in her mouth, and she had to put the resentment in her heart on the owl before her. Although no sound can be made, the pressure still exists...
The poor owl could only shrink and tremble here while eating, after all, it couldn't leave until Jon replied.
As for the iron-eater, under Jon's "prestige", it has already been obediently retracted into the bamboo wand.
...
Jon was quite satisfied with the peaceful life in front of him, especially after seeing the scene where the owl and the phoenix "live in harmony".
In the dim light, he opened the letter that Joe Green brought over—it was undoubtedly the letter sent by its owner.
"Dear Jon,
I have already told my mother, and she would be happy for you to visit Greengrass Manor if you are free next Monday.
But neither mother nor sister, they know your true identity, nor do they know that Jon Hart is actually alive, so please be a little bit euphemistic... Hope to see you soon...
The location of Greengrass Manor is in Paisley, Renfrewshire, to the southwest of Glasgow... There is a very conspicuous elk statue, I will pick you up there.
Astoria Greengrass"
While reading the letter, a smile appeared on the corner of Jon's mouth.
After taking a few deep breaths, Jon picked up the quill, and then began to write swiftly on a new piece of parchment--
"Dear Astoria,
I’m honored to receive your invitation. I’ll be free next Monday and I’ll be there as soon as possible; it’s about before nine o’clock in the morning. You can wait for me at nine o’clock. I think it costs to find the statue. a little time.
Jon Hart"
Putting down the quill in his hand, Jon tied the "short" letter to Joe Green's feet and opened the window.
The poor owl burst out of the room in relief and disappeared into the night sky.
Looking back, Jon glanced at the muffled Phoenix over there, put on a fierce expression, and shouted, "Before next Monday, grow your wings, have you heard?"
Phoenix turned around, with a disdainful expression, pretending that he hadn't heard Jon at all.
Jon had to slow down his tone and said in a negotiated tone: "If you can grow wings before next Monday... I will untie the rope from your mouth and let you eat more!"
Suddenly, Phoenix's eyes lit up; she seemed to have forgotten to be reserved, and turned around, nodding to Jon again and again.
...
The following weekend, Fox, who stopped eating, began to slim down at a speed visible to the naked eye...Although it seemed a bit weird to look at, this is the truth.
The fat on her body disappeared little by little, and at the same time her physique began to grow...In just two days, she completely got rid of the image of the previous meat ball, and began to look exactly like the beautiful phoenix Jon had seen before.
Except that the body is still small, the skin is a bit dark, and the feathers on his body are still not full.
In the past two days, Fox looked at Jon murmurly from time to time, as if saying: "Look at me working so hard. Quickly untie the rope from my mouth and let me eat it?"
Of course Jon would not agree to her request, because she was worried that if she ate it, her physique would return to the way it was before... somehow it would last Monday.
Jon has not been idle these days, he has been busy up and down Diagon Alley, shopping for all kinds of things.
Sometimes I wear a black robe to cover my face, and sometimes I wear a transformation ring to disguise myself...
However, he did not use the compound decoction-due to concerns that the Death Eaters abused the compound decoction (the Death Eaters did so when Voldemort was in power last time~EbookFREE.me~ The Ministry of Magic controls this very much. Strict, law enforcement officers from the Law Enforcement Department can be seen everywhere on the street. So Jon is worried that after using the compound decoction, it will cause suspicion.
In two days, he almost wandered Diagon Alley and his suitcase was full; at the same time, the huge bounty that he took from Mrs. Amelia Bones two years ago is now also consumed. Exhausted.
Of course, due to Fudge's resignation, with the testimony of Dumbledore and Moody, Sirius Black should have been completely "washed out", and the previous path of making money was basically useless.
Jon is considering whether to write a letter to Dumbledore... Anyway, he is now half Dumbledore's person. In order to completely eradicate the power of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, shouldn't the funds be excessive?
...
By Monday morning, Jon woke up very early.
Going downstairs for breakfast, and looking for Mr. Tom Abbot to leave the room, and at the same time, after returning to the room, I finally sorted out whether anything was left...
After everything was ready, he turned his gaze to Fox.
"Can you take me to Paisley in Renfrewshire?" he asked calmly.
Fox nodded hurriedly, then turned around--
Jon gently grabbed her tail feathers, and then disappeared from the broken cauldron bar...
PS: Just after 12 o'clock, after seeing readers' comments again, I almost cried as a big man...really.
The taste of stand-alone is super uncomfortable; you don't know how worth cherishing some things until you lose them!
Thank you for your support, thank you very much... Finally, I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival!