To the right of the hotel was the bookstore, and further to the right was the mall.
Jon came out of the bookstore with a hat on and two Muggle storybooks in his hands.
This was a gift for his sister, the only descendant of Hufflepuff other than him.
Of course, this was Helga's order.
In addition, he had to buy some toys that the little girl might like.
But the child was still so young, could she really distinguish the difference between toys?
Jon had never raised a child before, so he was very confused.
But since Helga said so, then he would do it.
Who told him to have an ancestor who kept pace with the times?
Anthony, who had been waiting outside the bookstore early, followed Jon into the mall and quietly approached Jon.
When the two of them stood together, they really looked like brothers.
"Boss, why did he leave?"
"If he didn't leave, should I treat him to dinner?"
Jon raised his head slightly and looked at the dazzling array of dolls on the shelves. He said calmly,
"I asked him to go back and think about it. If he has made up his mind, then come find me before we leave."
"Aren't you worried that he will run away?"
"Don't worry."
Jon casually picked up a small doll and examined it in his hand.
"He won't run away. I gave him an absolutely irresistible condition. Even if he wants to run away, he has to think about whether he can run away and the price of running away."
"Yes, I understand."
Anthony listened silently, then asked, "Then do I need to prepare a position for him first?"
"He won't go to the company."
Jon took a dolphin pillow about his height and stuffed it into Anthony's arms, "He only serves me. I invited him to be a teacher. You have to treat him better."
"I understand."
Isn't it just special agent level training? I heard that the descendants of those big families have to go through this kind of training.
Jon looked at Anthony's expression and knew that he understood something different from what he wanted to say. But at this time, he was too lazy to explain. It was just a misunderstanding. It was not a big deal.
Anyway, Anthony and Lohat were destined to meet only once.
After picking out the items, Anthony went to the counter to settle the bill while Jon left the mall ahead of time.
The sky had already darkened.
He had seen nights in London, but he had never seen nights in Manchester.
Although it was also a big city, the night here seemed to be more prosperous. The bright lights and dazzling glass complemented each other. Various luxury shops were bustling with people everywhere, enjoying a beautiful night here.
It was pretty good.
No matter where it was, such a quiet and peaceful scene was always comforting and comforting.
However, how long could such days last?
Jon leaned against the wall and looked coldly at the bustling streets.
Although he knew what this country would face next, what did it have to do with him?
The capitalistic society was cold and heartless. His words carried little weight, and he was weak. He could only protect his family and friends.
Moreover, he was the Wizard.
There was a solid wall between him and the Muggle Society.
He could use some means to remind him of this matter, but it would not do him any good.
He was almost killed by the Black Wizard in the United States. Jon did not want his family to be hurt because of him.
Especially when his father was a useless person who had no ability to protect himself.
This was something that could not be ignored. As long as Lov Smith was still in the Muggle Society, Jon could not withdraw the protection of his father.
Who knew what those deranged dark adepts would do?
But fortunately, Lov had promised Jon that he would resign as soon as possible and go home to enjoy the boring life of a rich man. This time, Jon invited Lohat to come with the idea of seeking protection for his father.
After all, in addition to Memory Magic, Lohat also had some other abilities.
Anthony soon came out of the mall with two big bags. When the two returned to the hotel, they met Béla who had finished shopping and was coming out of the room for dinner.
This was their last dinner in Manchester. Jon waited for Lohat's news tonight and then left here to go home.
And they did not leave together.
Tomorrow morning, Jon and Béla would be sent to the station by Anthony to take the normal train home. Then Anthony would fly directly to the United States. When they arrived in London, Lov would pick them up.
The things that Béla bought were basically directly sent home by mail. Jon also had a way to carry the two big bags of things that he bought.
Of course, this was what Anthony said.
Of course, the things were directly stuffed into the boxes and brought back. The mail took too long, and Jon also felt that it was troublesome.
His things had already been sent back by Cain when he was at school.
So now the boxes were so big that they were empty. It would be a waste not to use them.
This night, two people did not have a peaceful time.
Jon read in bed all night, and Lohat wrote letters at the desk all night.
Until the early morning.
An owl fluttered into Jon's room and brought a letter for Jon.
Lohat's letter.
Jon opened the letter. It was Lohat's reply.
In a few words, the meaning was that he agreed to Jon's invitation and waited for Jon's reply.
Jon, of course, had already prepared a reply and asked Lohat's owl to bring it back.
He provided the address of the Smith family's old house to Lohat. He would not wait for Lohat's arrival here, but let Lohat go there by himself.
He wanted to take the train back. He was worried about the existence of Anthony, and Lohat was too big of a target, so they could not go together.
After he finished dealing with the things here in two days, he would naturally find a safe way to go to Jon's Biro Manor.
Besides, Lohat still had to deal with the things here and still needed time.
… …
The next day, Manchester Railway Station.
Anthony drove the siblings here, and then they parted ways.
"Then, boss, I'm leaving."
Jon patted the back of Anthony's hand and said softly, "Over there, be careful."
"Boss, don't worry, I'll call you when I get there."
Anthony, of course, was reluctant to leave again not long after returning to China.
But this was work.
Jon watched Anthony's back get into the car and slowly drive away. He turned and followed Béla's footsteps into the station.
Life was always more about separation than reunion. There was no need to be sad about a temporary separation.
"Sister, let's go."
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