Chapter 142 140 The Dead and the Living

Chapter 142 140. The Dead and the Living

"It's not peaceful in France."

Dumbledore did not shy away from talking to Jon about these things. After what happened this semester, he no longer treated Jon as an ordinary second-year student.

"They just went through a change of ministers at the beginning of last year. The new Minister of Magic is more inclined to fight for the interests of pure blood, and likes to use despicable political struggles to put his political opponents in jail. Gabrielle's family, and Madame Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons, who we met before, were all driven out of their positions in this way, and even fled France to save their lives."

He reached out and tapped the envelope on the desk.

"But even if he is the minister, he can't control the entire French magic world. This Ms. Roland, the current chief judge of the French Wizarding Tribunal, is his biggest political enemy and the leader of the pro-Muggle camp. After returning from my last trip to France, I tried to keep in touch with this lady. She is trying to convene a vote of parliamentarians to oust the current Minister of Magic and prevent him from leading the French magic world down a wrong path."

Jon's face was full of thoughts. His vision of the current international situation in the magic world was definitely not as accurate as Dumbledore's, but he still remembered what happened when they just returned to the carriage not long ago.

"Is there something wrong with the protection of the carriage?"

Hearing him ask this, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, and said softly.

"When we just came back from France, the protection on the carriage seemed to have a small problem, but whether this problem is big or small, we still have to wait for what happens next to see. The Dark Lord will not be willing to swallow this breath, he will definitely find a way to get both face and substance back from other places."

Jon knew that this was the key point. No matter how complicated the situation in France was, the carriage could not be reached. Only the threat of Voldemort was close at hand.

"Have you found anything, professor?"

"In your first year, everyone thought that someone had sneaked into the Hogwarts carriage and secretly leaked the location and information of the carriage, causing us to be hunted all the time."

Dumbledore suddenly mentioned something that happened more than a year ago. His eyes reflecting white light in the moonlight had some unspeakable meaning.

"Now, it is very likely that he has really sent someone to us."

Jon felt a little creepy at his sudden words.

It has been more than a month since they returned from France. If what Dumbledore said is true, then it means that an unknown person has boarded the carriage since that day.

But this month has been too peaceful.

Jon even felt that this was the most relaxing time since he entered Hogwarts. All the students in the castle were rescued, and a kind and knowledgeable professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts came to the school. There was no pursuit, no danger, and everything was so peaceful...

Dumbledore would definitely not joke with him about such things.

It was because he didn't feel anything, but felt relaxed, which made Jon feel terrified.

"Did the Dark Lord send someone to hide in the carriage? But why hasn't he done anything after so much time?" His voice was a little hurried.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I can't answer these questions for you, but according to my understanding of him and the somewhat credible feeling, he will do this. I told you before that for him, even if it takes some effort to destroy this moving school, it is not difficult as long as he is determined. It is not difficult to find an opportunity when I am not here and let someone sneak in silently, but what exactly is he planning? I can't think of anything else for the time being except killing me."

The office fell into a brief silence. Only Fawkes on the golden branch was dozing off. The portraits of the former principals on the wall were humming slightly and looked like they were asleep.

After a while, Dumbledore's voice sounded again. His voice was always very flat, as if he didn't care much about Voldemort's counterattack.

"Summer vacation is coming soon. There will be fewer students on the carriage at that time. This may be an opportunity to screen the entire school."

Jon didn't stay in the principal's office until late. He returned to the dormitory before the curfew began.

Even though the carriage was unusually calm in the dark night with little bumps during driving, Jon lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

After the final exams and before the holidays, Hogwarts would have a special itinerary every year.

This year was no exception.

That afternoon, the carriage drove to the seaside cliffs that were very familiar to students above the second grade, and after they got off the car, they could see tombstones everywhere.

Every day, the sea breeze blows here. The originally polished tombstones have become extremely rough under the wind and sun, but every name engraved on them is unusually clear, as if they will never be buried by the long river of time.

Many students who still remember this cemetery found that nearly 30 tombstones were added here at some point, which greatly expanded the scope of this cemetery.

The students were silent. After getting off the carriage, they lined up consciously. Even the students who had just arrived at the carriage this year were infected by the atmosphere. No one spoke, and no one asked questions. They just stood at the end of the team beside their peers.

Before the carriage stopped here, dozens of adult wizards had already stood in front of the newly erected tombstones.

They were all wearing black robes, and everyone looked at the names on the tombstones in silence. After the carriage arrived, Dumbledore also brought the school professors to them, and stood with them in front of the new tombstones, looking at the names that would never come back.

Dedalus Digg, Hestia Jones, Fabian Prewett, Marlene McKinnon, Beatrice, Dania

The reefs hit by the waves seemed to be mourning these names that would never return to the world again. All the adult wizards placed a white gardenia in front of the tombstones, and the hundreds of tombstones on this cliff were all dotted with a touch of white.

Gabrielle was floating beside Jon, and she was also infected by the atmosphere. She held Jon's sleeve with a transparent hand with a sad look.

Jon's eyes were on a tombstone that was older than the new ones and newer than the old ones, where the name of his living teacher was engraved.

What he was thinking about was what Dumbledore said to him the night before.

The dead have returned to their hometowns, but the living are never far away from danger.

There are two more chapters, stay up late and finish before going to bed