Chapter 145
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There was no news on Sunday morning.
Vernon Dursley looked very lethargic in the morning. Even through the binoculars, one could see the dark circles under his eyes clearly. One could imagine how bad his mood was now.
"Today is Sunday. There is no postman. Mr. Dursley may be able to relax."
Joanne stood behind the binoculars and watched the tired Mr. Dursley sit down to eat breakfast. She curled her lips.
"Speaking of which, I feel a little strange. Mrs. Dursley is Wizard's family. Why is she so resistant to the world of magic?"
"She's not resistant."
Jon, who knew the reason, chuckled and explained, "Mrs. Dursley once secretly used Lily's owl to write a letter to Dumbledore. In fact, she wants to be a witch more than Lily. Unfortunately, fate always likes to play tricks on people. She's just mentally unbalanced, but she's not a bad person."
"There is no such thing as a natural bad person. The so-called bad person is actually a person who is shaped by the environment. “
"So? You think people in the world are born kind? "
"Maybe. Not only human beings, but all the creatures in the world who follow the rules are born kind, right? Since they don't know anything when they're born, they just keep their biological instincts. There's nothing wrong with that. "
Joanne's fingers on the binoculars gently tapped. "Philosophy believes that any sentient creature will have a certain impact on the world. If the creature is kind, then the world will be better. If the world is bad, then the world will be destroyed. Since living creatures have existed in this world for so many years and the world still exists, at least it proves that half of the people are good."
"What you said … makes sense. But who can understand this kind of thing? But … as long as you're happy. "
The two ended the short conversation and began to observe the breakfast opposite them.
Accidents always happened suddenly. Joanne had just seen Mr. Dursley accidentally smear jam on the newspaper through the binoculars. Then she saw something fall down the kitchen chimney and hit the back of Dursley's head hard.
Then thirty or forty letters shot out of the fireplace like bullets.
"I knew it. How could the Hogwarts notice stop? As long as Harry doesn't open the envelope, these letters will keep coming, and there will be more and more."
"But where did these letters come from? I don't see any owls either. "
"Summoning," Jon did not look surprised at all, "Aren't there a few Wizard around? Before they leave, we have to make use of them. But how many Wizard's are left? "
"Two. When I went there this morning, there were only two Wizards in the two houses further away. According to Mrs. Feige, all the Wizards here will leave soon, and she's the only one left to keep an eye on this place. Oh right, Mrs. Feige should have seen you coming over. I think Dumbledore should know that you're here by now."
"Oh, if he knows, then he knows."
Jon did not change his expression. He began to frantically search for Mrs. Feige in his mind. After a while, he remembered that it was the dumb old lady who Dumbledore put here to secretly take care of Harry Potter. The one who raised several cats.
Anyway, Dumbledore would know about this sooner or later. He did not intend to hide it here. As long as Dumbledore asked, someone would definitely tell him about him. Now that he knew about it, he probably did not take it seriously.
"Professor Dumbledore probably just thinks that I'm bored. As long as nothing happens to Harry Potter, Dumbledore won't care where I am."
"Okay."
Joanne watched Mr. Dursley throw Harry out of the kitchen with his arms around his waist. The family ran into the corridor with their heads in their hands and soon appeared in the living room.
She quickly wrote two long paragraphs of English with the pen in her hand and asked at the same time,
"Then why did you ask me to pack my things?"
"The Dursley family will definitely want to move to another place. Of course, we have to follow them. I've already packed my things. You just need to pack some simple clothes. It won't take too long."
Jon looked at the Dursley family that was in chaos. Mr. Dursley had pulled out the beard on his face. He looked like neither a human nor a ghost.
Joanne had already gone upstairs to pack her things. Jon called Anthony a few days ago, and now it was finally working. The car and boat that he had booked were all in place. He heard that there was also a new attendant. It was said that she was new in the company.
Weren't all the new people in the company in America? Where would he find someone to work for him?
Jon suddenly remembered that he hadn't contacted Anthony for nearly two months. Mr. Smith was on vacation, so he had time to help Jon with his work. After all, there wasn't much work to do. Jon's professional manager wasn't a freeloader.
The new person in the company looked very young. He should have just graduated from a college and was Asian.
"What's your name?"
"Young master, Mr. Smith asked me to be your butler. You can call me Ranke."
"Butler?"
Jon handed over the backpack in his hand and then carried the small bag in Joanne's hand into the car. He didn't know what Joanne could hold in such a small bag.
"I don't know what my father said to you when he sent you here, but don't call me young master. I don't like that title. You can call me boss. Anthony and the others all call me that. And …" Jon turned his head and glanced at Joanne, who had a smile on her face. "Excuse me, sister, can you not look at me like I'm rich? Do I have a flower on my face? "
"No, I suddenly feel that you're very mature and very charming."
Jon turned his head and got into the car.
"Boss, where are we going? Directly to the dock? " Ranke seemed to be reporting his work. "We've found the place you mentioned before. The owner of the boat said that we can go there at any time in the next few days."
"Don't worry, we still have things to do."
Jon glanced at Joanne. The latter gave him a look that said, "Everything is ready."
He pinched his watch and then watched a car drive out of the Dursley's house.
"Okay, follow that car."
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