Vol 3 Chapter 473: Live map

It's another relaxing and enjoyable Saturday.
Harry Potter was sitting by the window in the Gryffindor common room, chewing on bibido beans while finishing his homework for herbal medicine class.
His bright green eyes reflected the golden sunset outside the window.
And Neville and Seamus sitting beside him were discussing a piece of news from last night.
"I heard that Azkaban was attacked again!"
"Oh my God, I remember that Azkaban has been attacked many times in recent years. Was it a mysterious man this time?"
"I don't know, there is no detailed mention in the news... It is said that the Minister of Magic and Professor Dumbledore rushed past early this morning."
"Right, buddy." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder. "Have you read the new announcement?"
"The one who is forbidden to leave the common room at night?" Harry was stunned, and asked casually, "I saw it when I had lunch."
"Yeah..." Ron couldn't help sighing: "I don't know why it suddenly became so strict. As long as you go out after 8 o'clock in the night, you will be expelled from the school?"
"I don't know." Harry shook his head. He guessed: "Maybe it is related to the attack on Azkaban?"
"Yes, it's possible!" Ron agreed: "I saw Tonks and Lupin, and a few Aurors I can't name just this afternoon. They all seem to be guarding the castle. Deng Professor Blido seems to be worried that after he leaves Hogwarts, the castle may be attacked!"
Harry wanted to say something more, but just then, Hermione squeezed into the seat between him and Ron with a very determined expression on her face, which made people look uncomfortable.
"I want to talk to you, Harry." Hermione said gravely.
"What are you talking about?" Harry just felt a little confused.
"its about……"
Before Hermione Granger had finished speaking, a bright red and golden light suddenly flashed, and then a bird the size of a crane appeared beside them.
"Fox?" Harry exclaimed, apparently recognizing the bird's identity.
Phoenix shook her body slightly, and a feather fell from her lightly, and finally fell into Harry Potter's hands.
Harry just felt that as he touched the feather, he began to think of Albus Dumbledore's voice.
"Harry!" Hermione's expression suddenly became more serious: "What's the matter, how can this phoenix come to you?"
"It's Professor Dumbledore." Harry quickly replied, "He asked me to go to his office now, the sooner the better!"
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
Ron whispered: "Professor Dumbledore...didn't he already go to Azkaban?"
"But Phoenix can't be fake. It's better to go and see, right?" Harry said, jumping up, "Sorry, Hermione, let me lose my company first."
He walked out a few steps at first, and then as if thinking of something, he ran towards the dormitory and shouted: "Professor Dumbledore also told me to bring a map of how to live."
Then Harry hurried out of the common room and ran forward along the eighth floor.
He didn't meet him alone along the way, but only met Pepi Ghost flying towards him, throwing a chalk head at Harry as usual, and giggling to avoid Harry's defensive spell.
After Pippi disappeared, there was silence in the hallway. There were still fifteen minutes before eight o'clock and the curfew bell was about to ring. Most of the students had returned to the common room.
Harry strode forward and turned into the corridor leading to Dumbledore's office, where the stone monster was guarded alone. After Harry shouted the command at the monster, he rushed up the moving spiral staircase step by step.
The door of the principal’s office is open—
...
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry touched the doorknob lightly, then rushed in recklessly.
Then, he was stunned there--
Albus Dumbledore is not in the office...
More importantly, there is a face in this office that he is very familiar with and even often dreams of.
Harry couldn't help rubbing his eyes.
"Joan...Jon?" He murmured, "This...how could it be!"
"Good evening, Harry." Jon Hart said quietly, "I know you must be surprised now, but there is not much time to explain now..."
"You are not...in Little Hangleton...I saw it with my own eyes..." Harry stammered, as if he hadn't heard Jon's words at all: "Wormtail...he killed you..."
"Listen to me, Harry." Jon walked over to Harry and patted his shoulder lightly. "I was not dead at the time. It was just Professor Dumbledore's plan. I'm sorry to hide the mysterious person. , I did not tell you the truth about this matter."
"Then what are you doing in the past two years... Jon..."
"I'm playing for Professor Dumbledore, in another way, but it will be hard to say clearly for a while."
"A few months ago... that time... in the Gryffindor Tower..." Harry continued to stammer, "What I saw..."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I accidentally scared you that time." Jon nodded, and then said with a serious face: "Harry, if I have time, I will spend the whole night in details. Tell you everything; but now, we don’t have much time!"
Harry nodded dumbly: "What shall we do, Jon?"
"Professor Dumbledore needs our help now!" Jon said with a serious face: "By the way, Harry, did you bring your spot map?"
Harry quickly pulled out a piece of old, blank parchment from his pocket.
He opened the parchment ~EbookFREE.me~ and spread it on the desk in Dumbledore's office. He took out his wand, softened his throat, and muttered, "I solemnly swear that I didn't do a good job!"
The ink lines on the parchment began to extend little by little, and finally a complete map of Hogwarts emerged.
Jon looked solemnly on the map, focusing on the eighth floor.
"What are we going to do, Jon?" Harry asked puzzledly.
"Don't worry..." Jon shook his head calmly: "...Look, they are here!"
On the map of the live spot, a name appeared on the location of the House of Request-
"Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy?" Harry couldn't help frowning.
Then, the second name appeared in front of them again, clearly visible--
"Tom Riddle."