In This Hogwarts Without a Savior Chapter 112

   Chapter 112 110. Do your best

  After waiting here for less than an hour, Aberforth came back with an ugly face.

"I saw him in the Three Broomsticks, but he wasn't alone, Barty Crouch Jr., the Carrows, the school doctor Lestrange, and twenty-eight other purebloods The professors from the family are all gathered there, they should be throwing some kind of party."

  Jon sat on an empty wine barrel, his face was gloomy, and he finally said.

   "Let's wait and see when they go back, and whether they go back together or separately."

  Aberforth didn't make Jon wait here, he took him to a guest room on the second floor of the tavern, and asked him to rest here first, after all, no matter what happened tonight, he would definitely be tired from running around during the day tomorrow.

Settled Jon, Aberforth closed an hour earlier than usual, kicked the last drunk out of the shop at 11 o'clock, closed the shop afterwards, and went to the three broomsticks himself Stalk around the bar.

  He chose a just right position, he could see the group of Hogwarts faculty and staff who were drinking and playing cards in the bar hall from the side, but the people inside couldn't see him from this angle.

  The weather in early February was still very cold, and the cold wind made his wrinkled face a little numb, but Aberforth stayed on guard until about two o'clock in the morning.

  When he saw Dolokhov finished the last game of cards and turned around to go to the hotel on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks Bar, he couldn't help but clenched his fists angrily and punched the wall beside him hard.

   Then he didn't care about his bruised hands, turned around and walked quickly towards his tavern.

   Came to the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar, and he woke up Jon, who was in a light sleep.

   "He spent the night at that bar."

   "Is everyone else asleep?"

   "No, except for him, the rest of the people are still playing cards in the hall."

  Jon rubbed his face with his cold hands, and let out a light breath.

  He knew very well what Dolokhov would mean if he stayed in the Three Broomsticks tonight.

Barty Jr., the Carroll brothers and sisters, and other professors from Hogwarts Castle are all there. Even with the invisibility cloak and Aberforth, Jon has no way to guarantee that he can take Dolojo to him in such an environment. Husband solves.

  There are only their group left there. After putting on the invisibility cloak, how should they enter the bar with the closed door?

  Even if you find the right opportunity to sneak in, how do you sneak into the second floor while avoiding the first floor full of Hogwarts professors?

It's not that they can't succeed, but that the risk is too great. If they choose to take risks and tonight's operation fails, it will affect not only the rescue of the students from Hogwarts castle tomorrow, but also Dumbledore's other activities. Plans are obviously also likely to go wrong.

  Jon bowed his head in silence for a long time, and in the end he didn't make up his mind to take this risk.

  It's okay to save people, but you can't put your own people at risk of sacrifice just to save people.

  If they were exposed tonight, Jon and Aberforth would definitely be able to escape, but the Ministry of Magic would definitely be alerted, and the scope of the impact would be too great.

   "It doesn't matter." Jon sat up from the bed, put on his own robe, without much frustration and disappointment on his face, and said in a flat voice, "Since we can't take advantage of it, let's go straight."

   Aberforth sighed.

   “You can't keep everyone safe.”

  “As long as we do our best, no matter what the result is, we won't regret it!”

  Thursday morning, in the Hogwarts carriage.

  The students who are responsible for making breakfast today have gotten up early and are busy in the kitchen.

  The second-year students still need to help the senior students for another year, and this morning, Neville and the four of them were helping fry eggs in the kitchen.

  They have begun to cook some food that does not require skill. Four people share a pot, half-boiled eggs are sizzling in it, and the fourth grade students who are in charge of the dinner are preparing sandwiches and grilled sausages for breakfast.

   "You fried it too tender, Ron, I just saw that the yolks in some fried eggs are still liquid." Lavender stared at Ron's finished results and taught him a lesson.

  Ron shrugged indifferently.

   "I like to eat it like this, but Percy doesn't like it. He prefers to eat older fried eggs. I hope he can **** creation by then."

   Neville stared at his frying pan, thinking.

   "I don't know what Jon has been doing recently?"

  Ron clicked his tongue.

   "Maybe Jon has been assigned a great job. Not only does he not have to go to class every day, but he can also eat roasted elbows in the morning!"

   "Jon wouldn't eat such greasy food early in the morning." Justin muttered softly.

   While they were chatting, Neville keenly noticed that the door behind them was opened, so he turned his head and saw the person coming, and couldn't help but slightly opened his eyes.

   "Professor Dumbledore."

   Hearing his voice, it was only at this time that Ron and the three of them realized that they turned around and saw Dumbledore walking into the kitchen with a smile.

"Roasted elbow is not for breakfast, of course, but fried eggs are great with sandwiches." He smiled and said, obviously overheard their conversation just now, "Give me a copy of your creation first, Ron, I also I like tender ones. Lavender, please help me go to the Sphinx and ask for a sandwich and pumpkin juice. There is no need for grilled sausages, and my appetite will not be so good when I get older."

He naturally sat in front of an empty preparation table in the kitchen. Ron blushed and found the most decent one from his own works, put it on an empty plate and brought it to Dumbledore In front of Lido.

   Lavender also trotted all the way to ask for a thick sandwich and warm pumpkin juice from the fourth grade students, and carefully handed it to Dumbledore.

In the past, Dumbledore would go to the dining hall to eat with the students. Occasionally, he would come to the kitchen to see if there was any food left. If he couldn't find it, he would make it himself. .

  Today, this was the first time Neville and the others saw the headmaster get up so early and come directly to the kitchen for breakfast.

   Neville asked curiously at Dumbledore, who was eating breakfast seriously, while controlling the heat of the fried eggs.

   "Do you have something to go out today? Professor."

  Dumbledore cut open Ron's fried egg with a knife and fork, and the egg yolk inside flowed out at once, the old man replied softly.

   "I'm going to meet two old friends today."

  (end of this chapter)

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