"Good morning, Madam."
The man at the door was dressed like a newsboy, holding only a newspaper in his hand. It was hard to tell who he was trying to disguise himself for.
"Your newspaper."
"Please come in, Mr. Pisgood."
Jon finished the last sip of milk and walked out of the dining room. He had seen Pisgood before, and it seemed that Mrs. Smith had taken Jon to the Ministry of Magic before.
"You only have a newspaper. This disguise is particularly meaningless."
"Hahaha, little Jon, you are still so interesting. Let me see, you have grown so tall."
Pisgood was actually very young. He was not as difficult to get along with as Joanne said. He was a bit familiar with Mrs. Smith in private. He was only a few years older than Mrs. Smith, and the only bad thing about him was that he was too ordinary-looking.
He was a little more than 1.8 meters tall, thin but healthy. His face was the kind of British common face, but Pisgood was very satisfied with his appearance.
He was a salesman, and an ordinary-looking face was good for his job.
Joanne stepped aside and let Pisgood in. She put the newspaper in her hand on the tea table and turned to the kitchen.
"Little Jon, I heard from your mother that you ran out of your house. What exactly are you trying to do? You even came here. It's not like you don't know that this place is …"
"I know, I know!" Jon pulled Pisgood over to the sofa and pressed him down. "Let's get down to business first. We can talk about other things later. How did you do the thing I asked you to do?"
"Little boy, when you grow up, you are not likable at all."
Pisgood scolded with a smile and pulled out two cowhide rolls from his pocket.
"These are the two."
Chown took the parchment, untied the string on it, and unrolled the paper.
"Huh? You agreed? Don't you need to investigate? "
"Investigate? Investigate what?"
Pisgood pursed his lips and muttered, "You don't really think that this is a serious matter, do you?"
"Of course. And as I said, this book is a record of the life of Harry Potter, and it may be published in the world of Muggle. "
"And then there is no 'and then'."
Pisgood interrupted Jon and rubbed Jon's head helplessly and sympathetically. "It's useless. Do you think there are few people who have recorded the life of Harry Potter or written stories about the boy who survived the disaster?
Do you think you're the only one who can think of how much money this kind of work can bring to the creator?
But with the Ministry of Magic controlling them in the dark, they have no way to publish their works in the Wizard world. As for the Muggle world … Who do you think would dare?
And to be honest, there were at least 800, if not a thousand, stories about this kind of magical world in Muggle's world. In the whole of Europe and even the West, there was always a lack of people writing about this kind of story. But how many of them were famous?
Everyone has to make a living. Writing depends on luck. Without a channel, a work is nothing. You should know this better than I do. "
Of course, Jon knew this because he had thought of this from the beginning. Wizard also needed money and fame. In the age of the Internet, Harry Potter was an Internet celebrity. Any work with his name would receive a lot of attention.
And this kind of control by the Ministry of Magic was no different from a ban.
It was just a different name.
"I'll think of a way to deal with that, as long as you approve it."
"What are you going to do? Let your old lady and Minister Foggy communicate with each other? Don't even think about it. After all, your old lady has left the Ministry of Magic for almost 20 years. "
"It's been more than 20 years. After my old lady lost the election, she resigned from the Ministry of Magic in less than two years."
Jon corrected Pisgood, rolled up the letter in his hand, and handed it to Joanne who was walking over.
Joanne put down the tray in her hand, put a glass of juice in front of Pisgood, and put away the letter.
In any case, this was at least an approval from the Ministry of Magic, which was a guarantee for Joanne.
As for whether the book could be published in Muggle World, that was something Jon had to worry about. Anyway, Jon said that this was an investment, so he wouldn't really lose money.
Having someone help you realize your dream was a good thing that many people didn't have.
Pisgood obviously had other things to do, so he left after a short while, leaving Jon and Joanne in the room with nothing to do.
Especially Jon, Joanne could at least write a book, but he was really bored.
He had planned to see the real face of the savior, but the Dursleys had hidden Harry Potter too well. It had been almost 10 days, but he hadn't even seen Harry Potter's face.
But he wasn't in a hurry. He would see it sooner or later.
By the way, in two days, he had to go to the shipping company in advance to rent a ship.
After keeping this in mind, Jon began to think about what to do next.
The effect of the Mute Bracelet was very strong, but it also had limitations. Every time Chown used magic, it would put a certain amount of pressure on the bracelet. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with the magic that Helga added to the bracelet. That magic was strong enough, but the material of Chown's bracelet wasn't very good.
But there weren't any good materials now, and the wood of the Spellcaster Tree was one of the better materials for enchantment.
In Jon's mind, iron birch was the best material. This kind of wood was very rare in the United Kingdom, and it was basically wood from a long time ago. Although this kind of wood was very hard, it would eventually decay.
"Why don't we go to the zoo in the afternoon?"
On a whim, Jon looked up and asked Joanne, who was sorting out the manuscript, but he only got a confused look.
"The zoo you originally planned to put at the beginning of the book. Let's go there and have a look. By the way, how are you looking for a place to live in Manchester? "
"Almost there. My friend has helped me book a place. It should be good. He said that he will send the photos here in a few days. We'll see when we get there."
Joanne replied, and then began to think about the previous question.
"The zoo … If you want to go, I think we have to go now. It's still a long way from here, so we have to go out and find a car."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now."
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