Jon only knew the direction of the story. As for what Dumbledore was thinking, no one knew.
The human heart was the most difficult thing to guess in this world. If it was so easy to guess what Dumbledore was planning, he wouldn't be the legendary Wizard.
Maybe Helga knew, but now that the legendary witch had fallen into a deep sleep, Jon couldn't wake her up.
Besides, if he woke Helga up for such a small thing, then Jon would have to think about whether he could withstand Helga's Soul Torture.
The work of guessing the psychology of the characters was better left to the author, Ms. Joanne.
The two talked for a while in the living room, then went upstairs to sleep.
Anyway, there was nothing interesting, so it was better to sleep early and get some rest.
...
Jon was woken up by the noise.
The feedback from the [Eavesdropper] was very loud. It was a very harsh noise, and when it rang in Jon's mind, it directly shook Jon from his hazy state into a very awake teenager.
Jon raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was one o 'clock in the morning.
Okay, now he didn't need to sleep. At this time, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to.
He was about to deactivate this passive spell. In the afternoon, he wanted to use this spell to listen to the sounds of the Dursley family to see if he could find any clues. Unfortunately, it didn't work.
It seemed that there was a magic barrier around the Dursley family, and the [Eavesdropper]'s magic frequency couldn't affect the air inside at all.
But after Joanne came back and the two talked for a while, he forgot about deactivating the spell.
Ever since he practiced Lohat's Memory Magic, his memory was getting worse and worse.
It seemed that he had to master the [Brain Seal] spell as soon as possible, so that he could more or less stabilize the effect of the Memory Magic on the soul. With the protection measures left by Helga, as long as he didn't put other people's memories into his mind and seriously experience other people's lives like Lohat, there wouldn't be any big problems.
However, that voice just now, did Joanne go out?
After turning off the effect of [Eavesdropping Windwhisper], Jon couldn't be bothered to turn it on again. He could only get out of bed and open the door to look outside.
Sure enough, Qiao Annie's figure appeared in the corridor, then she walked down the stairs.
After a while, Jon heard the sound of the door closing.
Where was she going so late at night?
Jon walked out of the room with doubts. When he walked to the door of Joanne's room, he saw that the desk lamp was still on, as well as the unfinished manuscript and the watch-like detector under the desk lamp.
Joanne never left this thing. Why did she take it off today?
Chown tried his best to recall, and suddenly remembered what caused that ear-piercing noise.
When magic was released, it would distort the surrounding magnetic field, causing strong fluctuations. Some of Muggle's technological products had the same function, such as Joanne's watch detector.
However, Joanne's detector didn't have such a high power and wouldn't produce such a loud noise.
Did that mean that someone was looking for Qiao Annie?
It shouldn't be a big deal, right?
Jon frowned. Instead of going back to his room, he went downstairs and took out two cans of Coke from the refrigerator.
When he heard that it was prepared for Joanne, he didn't expect it.
When she came back, he would ask her what was going on.
...
Jon's guess wasn't wrong.
Indeed, someone was looking for Joanne, and they didn't come with good intentions.
Using the light from the street lamps, Joanne, who was dressed in a tight suit, quietly walked to a corner and stared at the corner of Privet Drive. This was the location that "that person" had sent her earlier, and the location had been set.
She looked at the street corner that was illuminated by the dim street lights. Then, not long after, a tall and thin figure appeared under the lights. It was silent, as if it had grown out of the lights. When Qiao Annie saw this figure, her body trembled unconsciously.
The person who came was a man.
He had short hair, wore a black windbreaker, and wore a pair of long leather boots. He was wearing glasses.
In his hand was a small and exquisite leather case.
Joanne recognized that case. It was a special equipment of the MI0.
Serial number ST-9100, a weapon of mass destruction developed to target the Wizard.
This weapon was shaped like a long knitting needle. However, Joanne, who was fortunate enough to see the weapon used, knew the function of this weapon.
In a certain mission, a powerful Wizard who wanted to resist was stabbed by this weapon. In just three seconds, the Wizard lost all of his magic and became an ordinary person.
Although the weapon's usage conditions and limitations were very high and its effective time was very short, the members of the MI0 would never act alone. There would always be a Wizard accompanying them. A Wizard who had lost all of his magic would have a hard time resisting another Wizard.
How did Joanne know about this weapon?
Because she knew.
From this weapon to the person who used it.
"It's really you. I thought you were enjoying your holiday at the University of Manchester."
The approaching man smiled at Joanne, as if he was greeting a friend he had not seen for a long time.
Unfortunately, the other person in the picture was very tense. Joanne's hair was tied up tightly, her expression was serious, and her left hand was tightly gripping the cuff of her sleeve.
"It's my … teacher."
The teacher Joanne was talking about was the man in front of her, Ronas Carl. He was the guide and instructor for Joanne to join the MI0. He was also a professor at the University of Exeter.
"Relax a little, I'm just passing by this time." Ronas said calmly, "I don't want to do anything to you. After all, I was the one who personally approved your transfer application."
"I know that," Joanne said nervously, "But you're definitely not here for a vacation. If it's not because of me, I can't think of any other reason why you would come here to see me at this time of the night. And you even brought …"
She glanced at the box in Ronas' hand reflexively. The familiar symbol on the box seemed to be telling Joanne that it did not know what happened. Ronas did not say anything, so Joanne continued, "If it's because of me, I hope you can tell me directly. At least let me know what happened. Please, Teacher Ronas?"
She kept her head down and could only hear the man in front of her sigh.
"Joanne, you've crossed the line this time."
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