A brief interruption quickly came to an end.
Jon could not figure out why that old man had suddenly come looking for him, but since it had happened, it was settled.
Things of this level had not been able to trouble him lately.
Back at his manor, Jon first went to the study to greet Helga, then returned to his bedroom to bathe and prepare for bed.
Of course, going to bed so early meant he could not fall asleep.
Jon reached into the air and pulled out a glowing screen, intending to watch the live broadcast of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for a while.
Zhu Sha had given him that terrible habit.
The scene on the screen happened to be set at midnight.
Hermione was huddled by the entrance of the tent, reading History of Magic by wandlight.
Snow was still falling thickly. Harry emerged from the tent and suggested to Hermione that they move somewhere else.
"We should find a more concealed place."
Hermione naturally agreed wholeheartedly with Harry's suggestion. Shivering as she spoke, she pulled a sweatshirt over her pajamas. "I keep feeling as though I can hear someone walking outside. Once or twice, I even thought I saw a figure."
Harry, who was pulling on a sweater, stopped and looked at the Two-way mirror on the table, quiet and perfectly still.
"I'm sure it's an illusion."
Hermione looked a little nervous. "Snow in the dark can play tricks on your eyes...
But perhaps we should Apparate beneath the Invisibility Cloak, just in case. Right?"
Half an hour later, the tent had been packed away. Harry took the Horcrux, Hermione grabbed her beaded handbag, and they Apparated together.
The familiar suffocating sensation swallowed them. Harry's feet left the snow, then landed heavily on the ground,