After leaving Gringotts, Jon wasn't in a hurry to leave.
He circled the surroundings twice, cautiously checking if anyone was following him. After confirming that it was safe, he bought his teaching materials from the bookstore in Diagon Alley and left using the fireplace.
Originally, his teaching materials were pre-ordered, but this year, he ran away from home. Mrs. Smith angrily expressed that she wouldn't help Jon anymore. When Béla relayed the message in the letter, Jon looked left and right, and saw the word 'gloating' between the lines.
But his cautiousness wasn't without reason. Just because Gringotts is safe doesn't mean that it's safe outside. A powerful Wizard would usually use Phantom Shift to escape the moment he leaves the bank. Even an underage wizard would usually be accompanied by his family. A lone wizard like Jon would also be targeted by some poor Wizards.
After all, in this world, there are weak and strong, there are rich and poor. Even in the Wizard's world, this law also exists. In fact, this law is even more direct in the Wizard's world.
That's right, as a living creature, a Wizard doesn't need to worry about his livelihood. But as a human with desires, a Wizard would be even more paranoid about unfair matters.
Everyone is researching magic, potions, herbs, experiments and research. Every single one of them is a money-burning matter. You have money, I don't. Then, you have reputation, I don't. Then, a good Wizard would start to feel unfair in his heart.
Why did a Black Wizard become a Black Wizard?
Most of the Black Wizards started to go astray because they couldn't carry on with their normal research. They didn't want to go astray from the start.
A Wizard's paranoid nature is much scarier than a normal person's paranoid nature. After all, a Wizard has powerful strength, and is even more unrestrained by the law. This is also the reason why Black Wizards are so common.
Obviously, they can use violence to obtain everything, so why should they abide by the law?
Jon felt that it was only because the British had a small population. If the same situation occurred in a country with a population of hundreds of millions, all kinds of accidents would have happened.
The measures taken by the British Ministry of Magic could not even completely restrain tens of thousands of Wizards, let alone increase the number by a few times. That would be the beginning of a disaster.
After leaving Diagon Alley, Jon appeared at his home in Greenwich.
Obviously, his father and mother were not at home. They were probably taking care of the children at the old house. After all, Jon had left everything to Anthony, and Mr. Smith could not help much.
He carried the suitcase to the living room and drank a cup of water to moisten his throat. He planned to spend the night at home before leaving.
The room upstairs was still neat and tidy, but his clothes were gone. Seeing that his sister had not grown up yet, Jon's room was not changed into a pink princess room for the time being.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to sleep.
His original clothes had already been taken to Jon's manor. Fortunately, Jon brought a few changes of clothes when he escaped from home.
After changing his clothes and taking a shower, Jon went downstairs and turned on the TV. Then he picked up the phone at hand and made a call.
It should be in the afternoon at Anthony's place.
The call was quickly connected, but a sweet female voice came from the receiver.
"Hello, this is the A.O. Foundation office. How can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Anthony."
Jon didn't beat around the bush.
It was obviously not the first time the other party received this number. After a moment of silence, Anthony's voice came from the receiver.
"Mr. Smith?"
"No, it's me."
Anthony naturally recognized Jon's voice. He cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "Boss, what's the matter?"
"In two days, I might make a trip to America. Help me prepare some things in advance."
On the other side of the phone, Anton was silent. Jon heard the sound of him flipping papers. "Go ahead, boss."
"I need a quiet and safe place to stay, and also a laboratory."
"Laboratory? What kind of laboratory? "
"An ordinary one … is fine."
Jon thought for a moment and added, "An ordinary laboratory in a chemical factory is fine. I need to concoct something."
"Okay, when are you coming over? I need to prepare in advance. "
"You don't need to prepare anything. I won't disturb you at the company. I'll tell you when I'm there."
"Okay boss, I understand."
Anthony replied. Jon hung up the phone.
Their communication didn't need to be so troublesome. They just needed to make things clear. This was the difference between Jon and other bosses. He was always direct and didn't beat around the bush.
After watching TV for a while, Jon started to feel sleepy. He had spent a lot of magic power in Gringotts, so he naturally felt tired.
Jon didn't mind resting for a day or two. A good night's sleep was the most important.
…
The night was the best barrier.
Some people were resting, while others were moving around.
Albania, Dark Forest.
The annual full moon ceremony was coming. This event was a big event for the Black Wizard and dark creatures living in the Dark Forest. Because every time the ceremony was held, the dark creatures and the Black Wizard would receive some blessings under the moonlight.
Maybe it was an increase in magic power, or maybe it was an extension of life. It was said that a long time ago, there was a vampire who received the ability to temporarily resist the scorching sun from the full moon ceremony.
As a failed experiment of the ancient Wizard, vampires weren't as powerful as they were rumored to be. They were just a failed experiment created by the Wizard to imitate the real vampires. The real vampires weren't afraid of the sun, nor were they afraid of silver objects.
These vampires didn't have the means to continue their race through reproduction. They could only forcibly assimilate ordinary people by giving them blood. Every year, more than half of the Muggle who entered the Dark Forest died in their hands. The rest died in the hands of the werewolves. That race was more successful than the vampires.
Although the ability to resist the sun didn't seem to have any effect, it at least proved the strength of the full moon ceremony.
But …
"Theolexi is dead."
In a wooden house, the young Black Wizard knelt on one knee and reported to the old witch.
"Do you know why he died?"
"I don't know. Our people got the news from the British magic world."
"Oh? Then forget it. "
The old witch picked up a quill and scratched out a line on the wooden pillar.
"So what if he died? Who told him to be useless?"
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