The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon was ultimately unable to convince Astoria.

In fact, what Astoria said is correct... Once she loses consciousness, if her body is controlled by the blood curse soul without any control, the consequences will be unimaginable.

So in the face of Astoria's insistence, he finally chose to compromise.

...

As the breeze blows, the withered and yellow leaves float down from the sky one after another.

The streets of London no longer have any trace of summer... With the advent of late autumn, the weather suddenly turned cold, and pedestrians on the side of the road licked a few more clothes on their bodies.

In a bustling pharmacy, there is an endless stream of customers.

"Kava pepper root... Peyot cactus... These are hallucinogenic drugs, why do you want these?" A middle-aged man dressed as a pharmacist glanced suspiciously at the young man in front of him.

Judging from his gaze, he seemed to identify the other party as a "junkie".

The pharmacist asked coldly, "Do you have a prescription from a professional doctor?"

"Of course, there are." The young man nodded with a smile, then lowered his head, as if he was rummaging through something in the suitcase.

The pharmacist snorted coldly, and then he saw the young man take out a small emerald green stick from his suitcase...

He stared blankly for a moment, then touched his head involuntarily...

"Okay, wait a moment... I'm going to get the medicine right now!" he replied.

The young man put both herbs in his suitcase, paid the pharmacist fifty pounds, and walked out of the pharmacy unhurriedly.

After leaving the pharmacy, he walked two streets and entered a hotel.

When he came to the front desk of the hotel, he asked the clerk for "accommodation"...

"Are you alone?" the hotel clerk asked casually.

"Alone..." The young man hesitated for a moment, then looked at the suitcase in his hand.

Then, he nodded: "Yes, alone."

"Do you need to provide dinner?" The clerk continued to ask.

"What I need... Can you please deliver it to my room?" The young man said with a smile.

...

Checked into the Muggle hotel again and entered his room.

For Jon Hart, he is used to using the Muggle lifestyle to cover his whereabouts.

And the results have always been good.

A Muggle cook brought a trolley with a tray of dinner...

The supper was a good one, with borscht, steak, hash browns, and soft rolls.

Jon carried the tray into the house, but did not open it.

There was a "bang bang bang" sound from the window, as if someone was knocking on it.

Jon hurried over again, opened the window—

A black and gray owl flew in quickly and threw a not too big box in front of Jon.

The box had the logo of a potions shop painted on it, and it was the same one Jon had sent the owl to a Muggle shop to buy a few days ago...

Bending down and opening the box, Jon checked carefully and confirmed that the moonstone, yew tree bark, and lionfish spine powder in the box had no quality problems.

In addition to the few herbs purchased from the Muggle pharmacy, everything is ready.

Carefully close the windows, and lock the door behind the door, after confirming that the room is absolutely safe.

Jon put those materials into his suitcase one by one.

And in the end, he picked up the dinner provided by the hotel, and at the same time spread the suitcase on the ground, opened——

He first put one leg into the suitcase... Logically speaking, the size of the suitcase simply cannot accommodate a whole leg.

But the leg that Jon stepped into the suitcase sank in like a deep quagmire.

Then came the other leg...

And then the whole body...

And finally the hand holding the tray...

Just a dozen seconds later, like a victim swallowed by a swamp; Jon Hart's entire body sank deep into the suitcase.

...

Unlike the narrow exterior, the space inside the suitcase is surprisingly spacious.

Almost like the whole house...

Since more than a year ago, in order to allow his suitcase to hold more things, Jon has been using the "Space Expansion Charm" on it... The space in the suitcase has also become more and more over time. more.

From an ordinary box, it has gradually "evolved" into a space that is not too small.

For example, one of the houses is full of all kinds of herbs... Some were bought in Diagon Alley, some were obtained in Albania, and some were obtained from Greengrass Manor...

In another room, there were many books; including "Secrets of the Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" he got from Albus Dumbledore.

Jon continued to walk forward and came to the last cabin.

Rather than a hut, it looks more like a "prison cell"... In a small space behind the tight iron gate, a young girl is lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

On the other side of the wall, there is a portrait of Principal Phineas Black.

The old headmaster of Hogwarts was dozing off on the portrait.

This was precisely at the request of Astoria Greengrass, and Jon finally decided to "lock" her in his suitcase... After all, it would be a bit too bizarre to show off in the market with a young girl tied up.

Knocking lightly on the iron door, Astoria on the bed opened his eyes in a daze.

"Dinner is ready!" Jon reminded, pointing to the tray in his hand.

Astoria, who just got up and opened the iron door, stopped him...

"No!" she whispered.

Then he trotted over and motioned for Jon to open a narrow window on the iron gate, and that was all.

Jon shook his head helplessly, then had to open the small iron window and stuff the whole tray in.

"Wow...is it mashed potato pie with meat stuffing? It smells good!" Astoria sighed softly from behind the bars.

While watching Astoria eating, Jon said softly, "The missing materials have all been bought..."

"Are we going to start making Horcruxes?" Astoria put down the knife and fork in his hand and looked up.

"Yes." Jon nodded: "I'm thinking about where to start making..."

"How about... let's go back to Greengrass Manor?" Astoria asked in a low voice.

Without any hesitation, Jon shook his head decisively.

After the giant hunting incident not long ago, Jon has no doubt that the Death Eaters will monitor Greengrass Manor around the clock; once he and Astoria go back, they will immediately be in danger.

"So, where should we go..."

Jon pondered for a moment, and then said seriously: "I thought of it...the place to make the Horcrux should not be decided solely by us!"