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The sun was rising. The vast, boundless sky, pure and colorless, hung high overhead, indifferent to the affairs of the human world.

Jon sat down on the rooftop of Hogwarts and took a deep breath of the crisp air.

Being able to watch the sun rise over the hills so leisurely—this in itself ought to be the greatest happiness in the world, shouldn't it?

It was already September, yet this was his first time returning to Hogwarts since Dumbledore's death.

Hogwarts had changed. Beneath the undercurrents, what those students were being made to endure was indeed uncomfortable to witness.

But based on everything Jon knew about people their age, enduring such things was a required course on the road to growing up.

By all rights, they ought to have been university students in magical society.

And what university students needed to face next was how to integrate into society. Letting them witness society's cruelty ahead of time in this way was not necessarily a bad thing. Or rather, sometimes being able to gain some insight into the future from life itself was already a very fortunate thing for many people.

Jon was not as skilled at these matters as Snape. Perhaps that was a teacher's gift. As for how to discipline these students, or the unspeakable hardships they might suffer, Jon did not truly take it to heart.

If any student really ran into trouble, Snape would not stand by and do nothing.

At this moment, what he wanted to see more was the sunrise before him.

This sight could calm a person's heart. More importantly, he certainly did not have much time left in this world. Every time he saw such a scene would be one less time.

When the time came, students streamed out of the castle. Those