v2 Chapter 398： Carpet search

As the capital of the Isle of Man, Port Douglas occupies one third of the entire island area.

In a short period of time, it is unrealistic to want to conduct a thorough search; and to find a needle in a haystack is also a somewhat futile thing...

Jon hides a black magic detector in his sleeve. It looks like a top made of glass...

And its true "identity" is a looking glass.

The sight glass can be regarded as the most common type of detector in the wizarding world, and it is very cheap; it was bought in Diagon Alley and Jon for only two gallons...when there are dangerous or suspicious people around and other When living things, the speculum will light up, rotate, and scream.

In theory, it is very practical, but in actual use, the general effect is not very good... After all, this kind of low-level magical gadget can easily be fooled by a "confusion spell", so it cannot find some A brilliant black wizard.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

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Along the way, Jon deliberately chose to search some open and sparsely populated areas...

It's a pity that for most of the night, he didn't find any traces of magic; there was no strangeness in the sight glass. Such a needle-in-a-haystack search is really too difficult!

However, Jon is not completely without a plan—

came to an open wilderness. He looked down at his watch. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Didn’t Principal Phineas Black bring his information to Hogwarts?

Just when Jon was a little irritable, a loud, echoing popping sound, like a gunshot, came from behind him.

A somewhat ugly little monster appeared behind Jon...It had two bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes the size of a tennis ball; although it looked a little ugly, its eyes were full of tears——

"Mr. Jon Hart?" the sharp voice of the house elf said softly.

There is no doubt that Jon is quite familiar with the face of this house elf...In a sense, he is the first house elf he has ever seen.

"Hello... long time no see, Klein!" Jon bent down and lightly held the thin, small hand of the house elf.

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The house elves who worked in the Hogwarts kitchen. Jon had a good relationship with them a few years ago when he first entered Hogwarts.

He has given many gifts to these house elves, and the house elves have also given him a lot of help.

However, since Jon Hart’s identity was declared suspended over a year ago, he and the house elves have also lost contact... But now, since his identity has been half exposed, there is no need to hide these things. Up.

So a few hours ago, Jon asked Principal Phineas-Black to give Dumbledore this request... asked him to apparate the house elves of Hogwarts to the Isle of Man to find him. !

Phantom-shifting magic of house elves is not monitored by the Ministry of Magic, so their arrival will not cause any alarm...

"Klein attended your funeral at the time, and I thought you really passed away..." The house elf said, wiping tears, "Klein was so sad... I didn't expect Professor Dumbledore. I suddenly found us more than an hour ago...Tell us that you are still alive and need our help... Klein was crying happily..."

The house-elf’s cries are intermittent, but the sincere emotions in it are beyond doubt.

"I'm sorry..." Jon said softly.

Just about to explain, the house elf in front of him suddenly shook his head: "Professor Dumbledore has already told Klein... Mr. Jon Hart has a greater plan, so he needs to deceive everyone and declare that he has Died..."

"Uh..." Facing the opponent's "flattering", Jon nodded in embarrassment.

After a pause, he continued to ask: "There are other companions... I mean besides you... I need more help!"

"Of course!" The house elf Klein blinked at him, then stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The loud, echoing crackling sound was like the sound of firecrackers, and I kept thinking...there were house elves all around, wearing all kinds of Hogwarts kitchen uniforms, rushing to squeeze. Jon's side.

Looking at these enthusiastic faces, Jon was slightly moved...Even if he couldn't call most of the names of these little elves, they still remembered themselves in their hearts.

reached out his hand and motioned everyone to be quiet.

Then Jon explained loudly, "Thank you for your support...Yes, I need a little help from you..."

"It is our honor to serve the great Mr. Jon Hart!" A house elf standing in front said loudly. Jon vaguely remembered that its name seemed to be "Logno".

"Thank you, Logno..." Jon said sternly: "Everyone, please listen to me. We are on a big island now... There are a group of giants living on this island, and they may hide in any corner. , Even the area where they live is hidden by magic...so I need you to help me find where they live!"

"Just find their location... the island is very big, but we have to carpet and search every area of ​​it!" Jon paused, and then continued to order: "Everyone must pay attention to safety. Run away immediately... If you find any information, come to me immediately... Be careful, don't have any conflicts with the giants, just look for them..."

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The enthusiastic house elves dispersed one by one, and they scattered to different locations on the Isle of Man.

The Isle of Man is not too big, it is more than 500 square kilometers. There are more than a hundred house elves who have excellent phantom shifting skills to search; if the giants are really on this island, they should be able to find them before the mysterious people return to England!

With the help of the house elves, Jon also began to return to the hotel where Astoria was.

He must take a good rest tonight... If the house elves bring the giants with them early tomorrow morning, he will have to go to the "Longtan Tiger Den".

There is nothing unusual in the hotel, the Muggle proprietress is still teasing the white tailless Marne cat at the front desk. Starting

Suddenly, a scream came from Jon's sleeve, almost attracting the eyes of the entire hotel lobby.

Jon's face also changed.

is the sight glass hidden in his sleeve——

It suddenly shines, spins rapidly, and screams and whistle...