Chapter 92 91 Christmas

Chapter 92 91.Christmas

"There is one more thing I must emphasize to you." Aberforth said seriously, "Even if we are so fully prepared now, you still have to pay attention to the eyes of the basilisk and never have direct contact with them. Look at each other, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain, and you will definitely die there."

Of course Jon himself knew what Aberforth said. The most dangerous thing about the basilisk is his eyes that can directly kill people. If you want to kill it and use a spell on it, in the process There is always a chance of meeting its eyes.

This is the most dangerous hidden danger for Jon, but if he keeps his eyes closed the whole time to ensure that there will be no direct contact between his eyes and the basilisk, then how can he ensure that every spell can hit the basilisk? Woolen cloth?

This seemed to be an unsolvable problem. Jon didn't know if there was any magic in the wizarding world that could allow people to "see" their surroundings without using their eyes, but Aberforth and he definitely didn't know this kind of magic.

Jon was drinking hot cocoa from his cup, looking out the window in ecstasy and frowning in thought. He really wanted to solve every dangerous possibility, but the problem he was facing now seemed to be unsolvable, and he wanted to kill him. Basilisk, then he had to take this risk.

Just as he was deep in thought, outside the window, under the dim street lights, dots of snowflakes slowly fell from the sky.

It's snowing in Hogsmeade.

Aberforth also saw the snowflakes outside the window and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's snowing really early this year, so the Muggle students in the castle are going to be freezing."

Jon didn't respond to what he said. The moment the snowflakes fell from the sky, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at the snow in a daze.

It took Aberforth a while to realize that something was wrong with him, and he couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

"What's wrong?"

Jon's eyes lit up and he suddenly laughed.

"Percival! I seem to have found a way!"

The Christmas holiday came on the fifth day after the heavy snowfall.

Most of the mixed-blood and pure-blood students in the castle have already left Hogwarts Castle and boarded the train back to their parents. Some professors with families also left the school temporarily after the holidays began.

The originally lively castle has now become empty, and the castle has returned to the coldness that it should have had. This also makes the Mudblood students' daily work much easier.

For these children, whose biological parents have forgotten their existence, there is of course no holiday at Christmas. Even if classes are stopped, they have to continue working during the day.

"Hey, did you see the Christmas tree that was just moved in? It is said that the Christmas tree will be filled with Christmas trees in the auditorium tomorrow, and everyone in the castle can receive a Christmas gift."

While cleaning the foyer on the first floor, Hanton secretly glanced in the direction of the auditorium with an envious look on his face, and then continued in a low voice: "But we are not human in their eyes."

Jon said with relief.

"As long as we can still see ourselves as human beings, then these are nothing."

"I remember before I was brought here, my mother would knit me a cashmere hat every Christmas, and the colors were always different."

The conversation between Jon and Hanton brought back the memories of a girl named Ariel nearby. Perhaps she had been sad enough before. When she thought about the good things in the past, she didn't appear sad, but her tone was very light.

"It's just that I didn't like the hat she knitted at that time. It felt old-fashioned and the color was not good-looking. Except for Christmas, I would wear it on my head just to make her happy. At other times, I hid it all in the wardrobe drawer. Maybe they will dig out these hats when cleaning their room one day, and then wonder why there are so many things for children in the house, and finally throw them away.”

Her words brought back the memories of many Mudblood students around her. When the first-year children heard this, they would still have sad expressions on their faces. At this moment, Dolohov appeared in the foyer. At the corner, everyone consciously stopped talking, shut up and quietly continued cleaning the castle.

It was the day before Christmas, and decorations for tomorrow's holiday were being decorated in the auditorium, but these had nothing to do with them.

After a day's work and a simple dinner, Jon returned to the dormitory. He lay quietly on the bed and waited for the arrival of midnight.

Then in the early morning of Christmas Day, he sneaked out of the castle through the secret passage and came to the Pig's Head Bar for the last time.

Aberforth had already prepared everything for him and handed him two buttons.

"Look at the color. The black one is a rooster that almost never stops crowing. The brown one is what you asked me to prepare for you. I hope you can use it by then."

As Aberforth spoke, he used loose thread to help sew the buttons to the cuffs of Jon's robe, while giving instructions with a solemn look on his face.

"The phoenix feather that Albus left for you must be placed where you can hold it with your hands at all times. If something unexpected happens, don't hesitate. He should have specifically told you that no matter what it is, Your life matters."

Jon nodded, took a deep breath and said.

"Don't worry, I'm very afraid of death. At that time, my priority will be to save my own life."

After arranging everything, Aberforth gave him a comforting smile and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

"No matter what the final result is, you are willing to agree to come to this castle and take the risk to do such a thing, which is enough to prove yourself, Jon."

Jon looked into Aberforth's eyes. He seemed to be thinking about something. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked his own question.

"If this operation goes well, I get those two things, and we just leave like this?"

"What if not?"

Aberforth seemed to feel something. He looked at Jon and Jon, and Jon continued to ask.

"The things are lost, and I am missing. The Dark Lord will definitely know that someone pretended to be a Mudblood student to do such a thing. After I leave, won't he vent his anger on my classmates in the castle?"

"He won't kill them. Even the lives of Mudbloods are valuable to him. He only wants to enslave these people, not to kill them all, and it is impossible to kill them all, so your classmates in the castle will not be in danger of life."

"But they will still be punished because of me, and then they will still stay in this castle, being slaves of others, and receiving that kind of deformed education?"

Jon's words were a bit sharp, more like a question.

Aberforth was silent. He was embarrassed and sat decadently on the chair. He didn't speak for a long time.

"But what can we do?"

It was a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Even if you find a secret passage in the castle, and you have the invisibility cloak to bring them all out, as long as you leave the school, all the wizards in the castle and the Ministry of Magic will know about it, and even the Dark Lord himself will come. Even if we call Albus and others to help, there is no way to unlock the contracts on these children before they arrive. Doing so will only harm them and force them to die!"

Jon turned his head and looked at the dark night outside the window, and fell silent.

He knew that Aberforth was right. They couldn't do anything now. Even if they forcibly took the children out, there was no way to guarantee their safety.

The dark castle in the dark night was like a huge prison. Once you signed the contract and were locked up in it, it was equivalent to signing a confession of life imprisonment.

On Christmas Day.

Even if there were no students in the castle, there were still a few occasional laughter coming from the corridor.

At noon, the students who stayed in the castle had a very rich lunch, and then the professors who were going to attend the Christmas dinner held by Voldemort tonight, including Snape and Barty Jr., left the castle one after another.

Dolohov also gathered all the mudblood students at around four o'clock in the afternoon to the basement where the students were gathered at the beginning of the school year.

After all, it was Christmas, and on this day even the mudblood students could have some relatively "sumptuous" dinners - each of them could get a sandwich that only students with good performance in the summer vacation at the beginning of the school year could get, and a cup of hot milk.

After preparing the "Christmas dinner" for the mudbloods, he delegated the management rights to the two prefects, and then left the castle and went to another truly grand dinner.

On this night, the mudbloods were indeed much freer than before. At least they would not be forced to return to the dormitory before seven o'clock and were not allowed to go out again. They could stay in this basement until the dinner in the hall above was over before going back.

But Jon obviously wouldn't spend so much time here. He had to finish everything before the professor who was going to attend Voldemort's Christmas dinner returned to the castle.

So, not long after Dolohov left, he pretended to be unwell and walked to the two prefects.

"Senior Bit, I feel a little dizzy. Can I go back to the dormitory to rest first?"

It was a rare period of time when Dolohov was away. The senior students who had been successfully brainwashed enjoyed the relaxation now. Looking at Jon, the male prefect named Bit waved his hand impatiently as if he had become one of those "pure-blood masters" at this time.

"If you want to get out, get out quickly! Don't be an eyesore here!"

Then, Jon quickly left the basement and walked towards the dormitory. Almost no one in the room noticed his departure. Only one girl looked at his gradually receding back intentionally or unintentionally.