It's over.
When Ronass's voice reached Joanne's ears, it was as if he had pronounced Joanne's death sentence, causing Joanne's heart to sink.
"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you. Besides, this time, it's just on the way."
Ronass raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed softly.
"Teacher, are you hurt?"
Joanne was familiar with her teacher's various ways of doing things. Naturally, she knew what it meant to wear gloves and what caused the cough.
"The aftereffects of using ST. It's a normal reaction."
Ronass smiled. He had no intention of hiding it in front of Joanne. Besides, Joanne's identity was originally a non-staff member of the organization, so there was no need to strictly keep it a secret. "This time, there are two African Wizard stowaways in the country. Those black officials can't directly deal with them, so they have to mobilize us."
"Didn't you bring any medicine?"
Ronnas shook his head. Clearly, his appearance here was completely out of the blue.
"I just came to remind you that someone will come to you regarding this matter. You don't need to think about how to explain it to me. I've seen the report you submitted. It's a good idea."
A trace of joy flashed across Joanne's face, but it quickly disappeared.
Ronass was now only a district manager of MI0. Moreover, he was only responsible for the matters of Muggle members. Joanne's matter was too big for him to handle alone.
Joanne was also aware of this.
So …
"Someone will come here to talk to you about this matter soon. You better prepare in advance. The person who will come should be someone from the Wizard's Magic Department."
…
After separating from Ronass, Joanne walked back with a heavy heart.
"Why are you downstairs? Aren't you asleep? "
When she opened the door, she saw Jon sitting on the sofa. Joanne was very surprised.
"You woke me up."
Jon waved the coke in his hand and signaled Joanne to sit down and talk.
"Went out to meet someone?"
"How did you know?"
Joanne thought that Jon was spying on her. She looked a little unhappy, but she still sat down.
"Don't worry, I'm not spying on you. It's just that when I came out of the room, I saw the watch on your table. You didn't bring such an important thing with you. It must be because the person you met recognized the detector."
Jon took a sip of the cola. After so long, there weren't many bubbles left.
"The MI0 people are here?"
"He's my teacher, but he's not here to denounce you."
"Of course, I'm not here to denounce you. A month ago, I've been helping you to get in touch with the Ministry of Magic. There will definitely be someone coming to check your identity, and I already know who that person is."
Jon took out a letter and handed it to Joanne. "Look at this. Focus on your book. Don't worry about anything else."
"Arnold Pisgood?"
Joanne took the letter, opened it, and read it. She saw the name at the bottom of the letter. She was stunned for a moment and thought about it for a while.
"That's strange. I know this person. We've worked together before. He's from the Department of Magic Accidents and Disasters. He works in the Memory Cancellation Command Center. Sometimes, we need to go on missions with the Ministry of Magic. If our own Wizard can't find someone, we'll borrow someone from the Memory Cancellation Command Center."
"It's just dirty work. I understand."
Jon nodded, indicating that he understood.
"It's not dirty work. It's because we're not supposed to be in the open. You know."
Joanne explained and closed the letter in her hand. "I remember that Pisgood is a person who's not easy to get along with. How did you convince him? Also, this matter shouldn't be related to the Memory Cancellation Command Center, right? "
"In this world, there's nothing that can't be solved with money. If there is, then there's still the favor. As long as he lives in this society, there's naturally a way to solve this kind of problem."
For some reason, after hearing Jon's words, Joanne suddenly relaxed.
She sighed, picked up the coke, and opened the tab. She habitually looked up at the time on the clock, but when she looked up, she saw Jon sitting opposite her.
Just like a tycoon sitting on the sofa at home drinking red wine, Jon's expression was calm and relaxed. He calmly drank the coke in the can, as if it was some kind of expensive champagne.
"Why are you so calm?"
The doubts that Qiao Annie had hidden in her heart for a long time surfaced in her mind, and she blurted them out.
"Even if you've received an elite education since you were young, you shouldn't be so mature. We've met before. At that time, you were still very young and very cute. You're not like now. You're so mature and steady. You're like those successful men who are decades old. They're calm, mature, and always very steady. "
"Of course people change, Sister Joanne. And we weren't familiar with each other before. In fact, I've always been like this."
Jon shook the watch on his hand and pointed at the clock behind him. "It's getting late. I should go back to sleep. You should go to sleep early too. Don't think about those useless things. No matter what, we have the same goal now."
"Of course, I know that. I don't mean anything else. It's just that some things have to be clarified."
Joanne looked at Jon who stood up. Jon looked tall and thin. He didn't look like a 12-year-old boy at all.
Some people would believe that he was 21 years old.
What did kids eat these days to be able to grow up so tall?
Joanne shook her head and shook these inexplicable thoughts out of her mind. She lowered her head and said, "No matter what, I have to thank you for these things. Whether it's my book, this matter, or other things, I should thank you for your help."
Jon, who was going upstairs, heard this and stopped.
"Why should you thank me? There's no need to say such things out loud. Sister Qiao An, our personal relationship is something that should be discussed in private. However, your work and my support for you should be considered as work. There's no need to discuss our relationship over work. This is because I'm not helping you out because of our friendship, but because of the perspective of an investor. This is my investment in you. I believe in your ability and I also think highly of your ideas. If you really feel bad about your relationship, then why don't you treat your work well and bring me more benefits? "
"What do you think?"
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