Chapter 232: Close at hand but out of reach

Chapter 232: Close at hand but out of reach

Jon coldly watched the pair of master and servant's actions, he was not in a hurry to do it now, not on pity or anything, but rather doubtful of Sir Stoker's decision now.

He did not feel that the words of this Sir's dislike for Voldemort is a lie, before retrieving that memory, what Sir Stoker showed, is certainly his true self, and he clearly said that he does not agree with the pureblood theory.

And he has been living on this tower for decades, regardless of what has happened on land, no matter what kind of benefits and status the pureblood wizards have got are irrelevant to him, and he can't get a single Knut.

He has only ever shown a fanatical gesture to astronomy, but what could Voldemort give him in astronomy?

"I really want to know what exactly did dark lord promised you to make it worthwhile for you to fight so desperately for him? I believe in my personal judgment, and I also believe that the generosity and kindness that you have shown before today is not a pretence, Sir, someone who turns people into slaves like this, is worthy of putting your life on the line?"

Jon's body had slowly risen as he asked this question.

Although he wanted to know the answer, it does not mean that he would give up getting the answer to this question using another method.

The gusty wind from high altitude blew his black hair, and the effect of the polyjuice potion had ended at this exact time.

Jon did not intend to continue to conceal his identity, the pact is obviously very important to Voldemort, and he knows very well after this, it is no longer possible to hide the whereabouts of the entire Hogwarts.

The shrinking of the body, will not affect him with the broad robe he wore, and the sound of the wind yanking the fabric gave a "clattering" rattling. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Looking at the boy who is looking at him indifferently from high in the sky, Sir Stoker's original grim face showed a shocked look!

He guessed that this "Professor Johnson" is in fact someone else disguised identity, to climb this tower of his.

But he always thought that Jon's true identity is actually a professor from that Hogwarts school that's on the run!

"I was a pure outlier at my alma mater, Beauxbatons. As a wizard from an ancient wizard family, I was quite unimpressive in all magic-related subjects, but I showed great talent in astronomy, and I could memorize star charts with a glance that others needed to memorize for a long time, and I could even simulate the planets' orbits around the sun according to the patterns of their movements. Orbits of the planets around the sun and their rotations."

"But this was a disappointment to my parents, who had high hopes for me, and who were proud aristocrats with high expectations for themselves, and who saw astronomy as a mere hobby, and would never admit that their child was an ordinary person."

"My classmates at school also saw me as an outlier because I didn't like Quidditch, I didn't like magic spells, I didn't like alchemy, and I ran to the astronomy tower full of star charts whenever I could."

"But I never took any of that to heart; when I was in the fifth year, my Muggle Studies professor said in a private conversation with me, 'Magic dominates the entirety of a wizard's life, and as a result, obscures our eyes from the world, which the Muggles started to see.' He later resigned from the school and joined some kind of Nordic wizard group at that time, I won't evaluate how he was as a person, but his remark gave me a new perception."

"The study of wizards in astronomy is really too narrow, the only means for wizards to observe the stars is through the magic telescope, but the means of muggles to understand the world is changing day by day."

"After I graduated from Beauxbatons, I hid my identity and worked at a Muggle university for a long time, and in those days, I saw the first Muggle, the man named Gagarin, travel to space, and just as my parents passed away, and after I finished their funeral and was ready to start moving into this tower, the first Muggle to go to the moon appeared in North America, called Armstrong!"

Sir Stoker opened his eyes wide.

"It made my whole body tremble with excitement! And also saddened to the core by the ignorance, arrogance, and self-importance of the magical community!"

"I was jealous to the point of crazy at those muggles who could personally travel to that profound starry sky and see the trajectory of the stars with their own eyes. I tried to improve the flying broom and break free from the constraints of Earth, but the cold high altitude and the thin oxygen limited my plans!"

"And just when I had given up my illusions about the near, yet unreachable stars, that man named Tom Riddle found me!"

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