In fact, Jon had never specifically learned how to stir up trouble.
This was true, because when it came to stirring up trouble, there was no one around him who knew how to do it. He completely relied on the various tricks recorded in his memory that belonged to his "previous life" to come up with a conclusion.
Marketing philosophy, bitch guidelines, public relations methods, brand building … These were just scraps in Jon's memory, but he remembered them better than those that he had spent time to learn. When Jon found that he needed a good idea, these vicious contents began to come out of his mind, vividly showing themselves to be true to themselves.
In the end, Jon began to wonder if he was really a bad person.
"You have to remember this. Destroy it after you've read and understood it. Make good use of your network. I believe in you, Kalidi."
The little elf happily received the mission description from Jon and then proudly turned back to the kitchen. At the request of Jon and Helga, Carlyle had arranged a rather exquisite little room for herself in the kitchen.
For a time, Jon felt that Kalidi had the talent to become a designer. But when he thought about the relationship between the Elves and the extinct Ancient Elves, he no longer found it strange.
Kalidi's arrangement could only be considered a small operation, and in fact, it had been a long time since he had set it up. Kalidi had worked hard for a long time in the Little Elf Tribe to create such a well-connected information network.
It was already very difficult.
The rest of the matter had to be handled by Jon himself.
He didn't know how Stephen's plan was going. Jon sent a letter of consolation, but he only received a "Do not disturb" reply. Obviously, this guy was holding back a big job.
Well, I won't disturb Stephen's work.
Jon was bored, so he returned to his study and wrote some of the Hogwarts's various matters and traditions. These were to be sent to Joanne, and then a letter to Ranke, so that when he had time, he could act in front of Joanne and reveal his identity. At the same time, he couldn't let Joanne know that Jon already knew Ranke's identity as the Wizard. He had to deal with this matter as a coincidence, otherwise one day he would be exposed.
These two letters passed the morning. Jon handed the letter to Kane, this was the one for Joanne. Then he shook the bell on the desk. After a while, Kalidi appeared in the study with a bang.
"Send this letter to this address and give it to Ranke, the Wizard I told you about. Don't let anyone see you."
"Kalidi promises to complete the task."
"Okay. Go."
After giving the instructions, Jon flipped through his notes, which were full of research topics that he hadn't written down yet. Previously, after Helga's lecture, he had made great progress in his research on the gods, but he hadn't sorted it out yet. Also, without the convenience of Helga mobilizing all the Hogwarts to examine the results, this data graph was put on hold.
Jon could only draw a sketch, without actual data to support it, he couldn't do it in reality. In this case, Jon had no way to know whether the magic recovery was a J-shaped curve, an S-shaped curve, or even an M-shaped curve, which made it difficult to take advantage of the recovery trend.
Just like the tide, although the gravitational force acted on everyone, some people could think of building a tidal power station, while others could only use the rising tide to make their boat a little higher.
But this wasn't the most important part. Voldemort was a soul, and his level was high. His ability to adapt to and feel the elements of magic was much better than the average Wizard, so he should be able to take advantage of this "rising tide" better.
Then there was his path of advancement …
This was also a difficult problem to solve.
Without Helga's help, his path would be more difficult.
His goal was to become a scholar, but no matter what, he had to improve his level to be able to come into contact with higher levels of research.
Helga had previously formulated a level-up plan for him. For example, the production of the Bloodline Purification Potion was one of the plans. However, no matter how complete the plan was, it was still only a plan. The world was changing quickly, and mistakes were common. It was impossible for everything to go according to plan.
Take Jon for example. Before he went to study in the Hogwarts, he didn't know how many plans he had made, but now, he had only done ten or twenty percent according to plan.
Moreover, he didn't have many magic items in hand, and he didn't have many subordinates at his disposal. In the past, when he was alone, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him. He was very comfortable doing things and didn't need to worry about so many things.
But now, times were different. Once the dense network of connections was spread out, he would have a lot of things to do.
How worrisome.
…
Dumbledore's mood was a lot better these two days because Gellar had obediently returned to Newmenggarde, and the stone in his heart was completely put down.
As long as he didn't cause any problems at this time.
After Voldemort's matter was dealt with, their matter could be slowly solved.
Even though he didn't have much time left, but if nothing unexpected happened, he would have no problem living for another ten years.
Of course, Gellar's matter couldn't be completely relaxed. If he wanted to spare some energy to deal with Gellar's movements, someone would have to fill in this gap.
Mr. Jon Smith was a very good candidate.
…
"All in all, I don't think he's a very good candidate, but if you insist, I have no objections."
Listening to the noise from the other end of the phone, Jon finally nodded and approved Anthony's application.
This couldn't be helped. Rank had to start assisting Joanne, and someone in the United Kingdom had to take care of the company's affairs. After all, after the matter in the Soviet Union was over, their next target was the United Kingdom. Jon's arrangement seemed to have entered the scene a little late, but this was a good time. There wouldn't be too much trouble, and it even looked like he was helping his country.
And to be honest, Jon had seen Anthony's materials, and except for the current candidate, there was no more suitable person.
"Father, I'm afraid you'll have to trouble yourself with the things here."
Jon carried the box and the owl cage. It was rare that Cain didn't fly away by himself, but followed him into the car. It was a rare thing.
"Don't worry, don't always think about dating in school, okay?"
Jon: "…"
He'd better hurry into the station.
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