Jon couldn't help frowning.

The old man's voice in front of him made him feel a little disgusting.

It is hard to imagine that such a person is Albus Dumbledore's friend?

"Hello, is it Professor Winston Vance?" Jon repeated the previous question.

At the same time, his right hand pretended to accidentally reach into his pocket and grabbed his wand.

"Yes, that's right..." The goatee-bearded old man showed a slutty smile on his face: "I'm Vance... Is there anything wrong, my dear?"

Jon took a few steps back, and he wrote in the meeting, and it seemed that Dumbledore didn't tell himself what the code of the connector was...

"I'm Christoph Patrick!" Jon had no choice but to hint.

"A nice name..." The wretched old man seemed to have no idea of ​​the name. He approached Jon; he circled around Jon several times, and at the same time stretched out his nose from time to time and sniffed hard.

"Are you really Professor Vance?" Jon frowned and asked with disgust.

"Of course!" The old man pointed to the sign on his chest, and smiled again to reveal his yellow teeth.

On the sign on the chest, the five letters Vance are quite eye-catching.

"Now, my dear...you have no doubts, are you?"

The old man leaned closer, and he almost walked to a position less than a yard from Jon... At the same time, he reached out and tried to touch Jon's back neck.

Jon couldn't bear it anymore, so he took a few steps back and quickly pulled out his wand from his pocket.

"Petricious Totalus"!" he shouted loudly.

The vulgar expression on the old man's face almost frozen in an instant... At the same time, his body became stiff little by little.

"Please respect, sir!" Jon shouted sternly.

However, the petrification mantra only took effect for a second, and the old man's stiff body began to move again; it seemed that he had lifted the petrification mantra on his own.

Just as Jon was stunned, a powerful impact hit his chest.

Jon only felt that he had been knocked away for several meters, and at the same time the wand in his hand flew out of his hand...

Smashed hard on the wall, Jon struggled to raise his head.

No wand... no spell...

In other words, the other party used the silent spell and the staffless casting at the same time... From this perspective, this vulgar old man may be less powerful than Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

What a joke, why did Dumbledore ask himself to meet such a person?

Jon covered his forehead with his right hand and pretended to be a little dizzy; at the same time, his left hand quietly reached into his pocket... In his left pocket, there were a few wrapped devil's meshes, a few bottles of magic potions and a frozen Fiery Snake egg...

The vulgar old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Jon's wand... At the same time, he gently stroked the wand with his dry and slender fingers...

"It's so beautiful... it's actually green..." the old man said in a sharp, creepy voice.

Then he raised his head and looked at Jon carefully with a greedy look.

"That...that...that...that's where did that come from..." His voice suddenly trembled.

...

Jon was still considering losing his wand and using what to deal with this vulgar man.

The other party actually asked such a question with such a trembling voice.

In this voice, Jon also felt a strong sense of fear and panic.

The other party's fearful gaze was looking at his hand... there was nothing else on his hand, except the iron ring Dumbledore gave him.

"Your Excellency..." the other party asked softly in a panic voice: "Can you tell me where it came from?"

Sure enough, the other party was referring to his own iron ring.

Tell him that it was Dumbledore for him? But because the other party didn't know the name "Christoff Patrick", he might have never contacted Dumbledore at all.

so……

"Original!" Jon said casually.

The old man shivered obviously... He walked over with a hunchback and like a goat, returning the wand made of green bamboo to Jon.

"I'm very sorry... I'm rude... Your Excellency..." He lowered his head and did not dare to face Jon's gaze: "Is there anything I need my help..."

Jon took his wand again and said lightly: "I am Christoph Patrick, a fourth-year student. I need to go to Demstrong to cancel my school status."

The wretched old man Professor Vance looked obviously relieved.

He hurriedly ran to the door, opened the office door, and made a gesture of inviting him:

"It's very simple, come with me!"

...

Following Professor Winston Vance, Jon reappeared in the corridor of Demstrong Castle.

Every student I met along the way would stop and salute to the old man in front.

"Good afternoon, sir!"

"Professor Vance!"

"Principal Vance!"

headmaster……

Jon thought to himself: So he is Demstrong's new principal after Kakarov ran away?

But that small office just now doesn’t look like the principal’s office.

However, the students looked at Jon with a little contempt.

Jon ignored these gazes, followed Professor Vance and walked down the stairs... and came to the first floor of the castle, in a very inconspicuous, low hut.

The cottage looks a little dim, and there are all kinds of files placed on a bookshelf that just entered the door...

At the same time, behind a table inside, there was an old man with white hair... If Jon remembered correctly, he should be the old man who had just entered the campus and wiped the deck of the ghost ship with a rag.

"Winston?" The old man glanced at the intruder and frowned: "You are still looking for me to ask for the keys to Kakarov's office. I don't think I can help you unless you get Dermstrong's approval..."

"No, Emosen..." Professor Vance shook his head quickly, pointed at Jon, and explained: "This is Mr. Christoph Patrick, a fourth-grade student... He needs to cancel his student status in Demstrong!"

"Is it okay to cancel the school registration..." The old man slowly stood up and walked towards the bookshelf where those files were placed:

"Wait..." He turned around and looked at Jon: "What's your name?"

"Patrick..." Jon replied calmly: "Christoff Patrick."

"Patrick..." the old man repeated, while he obviously frowned.
Chapter completed!