Farewell

Just as Dumbledore had said, Jon did not go to see Professor Slahogern.

After all, there had been no need to see him in the first place. The two of them had never had much overlap, and their affairs had little to do with Professor Slahogern.

Although Dumbledore had been rather freewheeling in his actions lately, he still knew how to strike a balance. He had taken on many tasks that were originally meant for Jon and handled them well himself.

While saving Jon time and effort, he was also finding something to occupy himself with.

Over the next year, Dumbledore would devote himself to training Harry and guiding him down the final path. After all, a grand play needed its protagonist. As for Jon, he had students to train as well. Hermione might not have been a student he had personally taught from the beginning, but she had ultimately learned far more from him than she would have from an ordinary professor. Moreover, Hermione was indeed steady and dependable, and what Jon taught her went far beyond magic.

And there was Zhu Sha.

It was difficult for a Westerner to understand all the twists and turns of Eastern culture. Zhu Sha had taught Hermione quite a bit during this time as well. After all, in the days ahead, Hermione would be the one truly in charge of affairs.

After leaving Dumbledore's office, Jon headed straight back to Hufflepuff's common study room.

Stephen and the others were already in their seventh year, and they had begun training the next batch of members for the secretary seats.

It just seemed that the work was somewhat difficult.

"There's no helping it. Hufflepuff students may not be particularly ordinary, but there really aren't many who are exceptionally outstanding. If Senior Cedric were still