When he woke up the next day, it was already noon.
When Jon woke up, his whole body was aching, as if he had just fought with a boxer yesterday. His whole body felt unwell.
In theory, Shadow Shift shouldn't have such a huge aftereffect. Or rather, this magic didn't have any aftereffects. After all, before entering the spatial rift, he had already made preparations. Moreover, as long as he had enough mana, this magic could appear anywhere in the world. It wasn't normal for it to have such a huge aftereffect.
Chown felt that it was probably because too much magic power had been drawn out of his body in an instant, causing the loss of magic power. It was like when Loina had drained all his magic power, causing him to feel weak all of a sudden.
After rolling on the bed for a while, Jon climbed up and took a shower. Then, he packed up his things.
Of course, he only had a small suitcase.
After packing up, Jon started to feel hungry.
The resort had its own restaurant, which was free of charge for residents like Jon. On the way to the restaurant, Jon didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. He knew that Black Wizard's death hadn't been discovered yet.
After lunch, Jon went back to pack up his things. He checked out of the room and took a taxi to the train station. Then, he took the train to London.
To be honest, he didn't intend to go to Gringotts at this time. Because even without calculating the time, he knew that Gringotts had just experienced a bank robbery. Now, they would definitely be heavily guarded.
But what did this have to do with Jon?
He was a little Wizard with a pure family background. Why would he rob a bank for no reason?
Moreover, bringing a bunch of things to Iceland was really inconvenient. What if he was targeted by bad guys?
Jon had always been a man of action. Although others thought that he was meticulous, he didn't think so himself.
He was just using the time others wasted in moving to think, and using the time others were sleeping to learn.
The current him had better conditions than many people, and worked harder than many people. Then, why couldn't he be more successful than many people?
No one's success came from the wind.
This time, Jon took the express train to London, so it didn't take long for him to reach his destination. From the train station to the Broken Cauldron Bar was still a distance away. He didn't rush there, but first, he went to a nearby restaurant to have dinner.
As usual, McDonald's.
After sitting in the McDonald's for a while, Jon waited until it was dark before he put on a hoodie and walked into the Broken Cauldron Bar.
Speaking of which, this was his first time coming here. The last time he went to collect the antiques from Gringotts, he was rather busy. He asked his father and aunt to do this for him, and sent the antiques to the auction house as soon as he left.
This bar wasn't as small as it was described in the original novel, but it was almost as dirty.
At first glance, Jon saw several old women sitting in the corner of the room with their cats. They were drinking wine from small glasses. One of them was smoking a long pipe, and the whole room was filled with the choking smell of smoke. Of course, the old woman was not the only one smoking.
A male adept wearing a top hat was chatting with the barkeep behind the counter. Judging from their expressions, they seemed to be talking about something important.
No one noticed Jon's presence. After all, this was the only entrance to Diagon Alley, and there were many unfamiliar faces coming and going every day.
Not to mention Jon, who looked very young.
None of the customers in the bar paid any attention to Jon. They only thought that this young man wearing glasses was a senior from Hogwarts who came to Diagon Alley to buy teaching materials. After all, Jon's height was about the same as a fourth or fifth grade student. There were such students every day.
Even the barkeep didn't pay any attention to Jon. He probably knew that Jon wouldn't stay here for long.
Jon enjoyed the feeling of being ignored. He slowed down his pace and listened to the customers in the bar.
The atmosphere in the bar was tense and excited.
Jon listened to them briefly. Most of the customers were talking about Harry Potter. However, when they talked about the boy who survived the disaster, they couldn't help but talk about the mysterious person who left a psychological shadow in countless Wizard's hearts. Plus, there was the incident of Gringotts being broken into two days ago. Although nothing was stolen, it still made people anxious.
Who knows when the robber broke into Gringotts? Did he stop at the Broken Cauldron Bar?
Thinking that they might have brushed past such a dangerous person, no one would feel calm.
Jon continued to walk forward. His eyes swept the surroundings, but he didn't see Professor Quirrell's figure.
He was probably hiding it somewhere to heal himself.
Jon thought to himself. After all, Gringotts wasn't that easy to break into.
He walked past the bar counter and came to a small courtyard surrounded by walls. Other than a trash can and some weeds, there was nothing else.
Very good, it's about the same as before.
Jon took out his wand, raised his head and started to count the bricks on the trash can.
"Count up to three bricks — — Then count down to two bricks — —"
He would never forget the chant. In fact, even without the chant, he could figure out which brick had a problem.
After all, the color of that brick was different from the others.
He used the tip of his wand to lightly knock on the wall three times.
Following that, the brick that was knocked on shook and started to move.
A small hole appeared in the middle of the brick. The hole grew bigger and bigger. Not long after, a wide arched path appeared in front of Jon. Inside was a winding cobblestone road with no end in sight.
Jon stepped in. As he moved forward, a sound came from behind him. It should be the sound of the hole turning back into a brick wall.
Jon walked briskly on the street. It was bustling as usual. He quickly passed by a familiar shop. It was the shop opened by Mrs. Smith's friend.
The owner's wife was greeting customers at the entrance. When she saw Jon, she immediately recognized him.
Chown had no choice but to greet the witch with a smile. They chatted for a while and then excused themselves with the excuse that they had something to do.
He didn't even know the other party's name!
But soon, he arrived at a snow white building that towered above the surrounding shops. Beside the shiny bronze door stood a figure wearing a scarlet red uniform. It was a goblin who was about two heads shorter than Jon. His face was dark and carried a polite smile. He nodded towards Jon who was carrying a box.
He arrived at Gringotts.
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