Mysterious things were the most attractive.
If the attraction of mysterious things was a hundred, then once the mysterious shell was broken, the attraction would not be reduced to half, but to zero.
However, the attraction of Harry Potter was still there. After all, even if Jon already knew the result of his growth in the future, it was still hard to imagine how such a skinny boy could become the savior who dared to confront Voldemort head-on.
Or was this the mysterious power of Gryffindor?
Harry sat on the wasteland for three hours. Jon watched Harry sit on the wasteland for three hours. Fortunately, after a year of hard work and several modifications by Helga, his Illusion Spell could be maintained for a long time. Jon did not calculate how long it could be maintained, because when he maintained the Illusion Spell, the magic in his body was also replenished, so the consumption was not high.
When Harry left, Jon was thinking about a question.
Was it Wednesday or Thursday today?
It did not matter what day it was. He would ask Joanne when he got back. Looking at Harry's back, Jon cast a Revealing Spell on himself. This was the only spell that he could cast without the help of a magic wand, probably because it was relatively simple.
He sat down on the swing that Harry had just sat on. The cool evening breeze blew his hair and brushed past his ears, bringing with it sounds from afar.
Spacious, quiet, peaceful, and peaceful.
How nice.
Once upon a time, such a life was the life he wanted. The world of magic had new beauty every second, and the comfort and stability of life could be like a mental massage to clear away all the fatigue.
But it was a pity that such a life had nothing to do with Jon.
"What are you thinking about?"
A low female voice rang in Jon's ears. Jon did not turn around, because he was familiar with Joanne's voice.
"Sister Joanne, why are you here?"
"You haven't been back for a long time. I thought something happened to you, so I came to see you."
Joanne sat down on the cement pipe opposite Jon.
"Were you meditating just now?"
"No … Sister, do you know about meditation?"
Joanne had a strange expression on her face. "Of course. Meditation techniques are not a secret in the magic world. As long as the family has been around for a long time, there will always be some special methods to accumulate mana. For example, your mother's family has a similar method. Don't you know about it?"
"…?"
Before Jon could speak, Joanne explained, "It's normal that you don't know. I heard that your mother's family's meditation method requires the use of moonlight, and men can't use it."
"This method sounds weird, are you serious?"
"Of course. Your mother's family are all members of the Ministry of Magic. These things will naturally be archived in MI0."
Okay, this explanation is somewhat reasonable.
"Besides, meditation isn't just for wizards like you. I once read a summary in an internal report. It said that after leaving behind the mysterious background, meditation is essentially a way for ordinary people to relax and let the brain heal itself. It said that meditation can allow you to enter a deep state of hibernation, giving your nervous system time to repair itself. In theory, anyone can use it, and if you use it well, you might be able to increase your affinity for magic and become a wizard the day after tomorrow."
"Internal report? When did you see it? "
No matter how Chown listened to it, he found it familiar. It was as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"Last year? The author of that article seemed to be lacking contribution points and needed to exchange for something from the organization's system. After that, he did not submit a new report for a long time. The last location was in Manchester. I went to Manchester to look for him. "
Sure enough, he knew that this article that was purely for scamming contribution points must be written by that professional scammer, Lohat.
"This kind of content is just something to think about. Although the Wizard can create Wizards, that method will never create a real Wizard. It will only create inferior products like vampires. Back then, the vampires fought with the Wizard many times because of this. And now, the Wizard doesn't allow this kind of research, even the witches in the Dark Forest …"
Jon suddenly paused and looked at Joanne with a blank face. "What are you doing?"
"Recording. These things can't be found in the MI0 database. This is first-hand knowledge of the world, of course I have to record it. What if it's useful in the future?"
Jon was speechless for a moment.
Why didn't she just say that it was a question about the world?
Was there a need to record it here?
"You don't understand. Writing a book requires accumulation. I can't write all the facts in the book. This way, I won't be able to write smoothly and the effect won't be good."
Joanne explained very straightforwardly. "For example, I can't write the existence of the MI0 in the book. This is one of the problems. How many Wizard's in the British magic world are related to the MI0? There are many other things. If I can't write the truth, then I can only beautify and reduce the relevant description. Then I can only start to make up for it from the perspective of the world."
"This is actually easy to solve. You can first write a version according to your idea, then cut down the following version. This is a very long process, what if you can write it out? Of course, it's best not to write about some of the secret departments. For example, Mr. Arnold deals with some secret matters. You can just brush it off. You can also write to my mother and ask about the location of the various departments of the Ministry of Magic. I've completely forgotten about it. "
Suddenly, Joanne burst into laughter. Then, she rubbed her head with her hand. Joanne's face was pale. Joanne's face was pale. Joanne's face was pale.
It was as if she was teasing a kitten or a puppy.
Then, he looked up and saw Joanne's overjoyed expression.
"Is my words funny?"
"It's not funny, I just think you're very cute."
Joanne tried to be serious so that she didn't look like a perverted auntie who was teasing a child. "Why are you so concerned about everything? Speaking of which, you don't have to be so concerned about my matters."
"Hurry up and tell me, do you have any improper thoughts about this elder sister?"
Indecent thoughts my ass!
I'm still a child. Big sister, are you human?
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