Young People Don't Play Fair

Two days later.

After fulfilling the terms of the deal, Jon finally received an invitation.

The Smith Family elders thought Jon was a good man. Though their positions differed somewhat, he was the best possible partner for cooperation, not to mention Jon's outstanding strength.

But this Underground Palace truly let Jon notice something.

Why did it feel so much like the one beneath Hogwarts?

But on second thought, it made sense. Back then, there had only been two factions across Europe. The Smith Family was clearly not on the Papacy's side, so having ties to Hogwarts was perfectly normal.

He just did not know whether anyone had survived since Helga's era...

There was no one.

Jon swept the area with his force field. After becoming a Legendary Wizard, his abilities had improved considerably. Nothing here could block his investigation.

Besides, he had the Mysterious Bird.

"As you can see, I have fulfilled your first condition. So where is what I asked for?"

Jon walked down the stone steps and held out his hand toward the elders before him.

No one in front of him spoke. Clearly, they were waiting for someone capable of speaking to do so.

"We brought it. Though we do not know what you intend to do with it, we still hope you will make good use of it."

Behind the group, an elderly man lying on a cushion weakly waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, three wizards who were not quite as old, but had barely any human features left, slowly floated out of the darkness. Then came heavy footsteps from within the shadows—surrounded by the three old wizards, several young Muggles with vacant expressions slowly carried that thing toward Jon, into this sole illuminated area.

How should he put it?

This was