The next day's Quidditch match was, of course, held on time.
The weather on this day was clear and cold. The restaurant of the Hogwarts was filled with the tantalizing smell of grilled sausages. Everyone was looking forward to an exciting Quidditch match, and chatted non-stop in high spirits.
However, the bustling atmosphere in the school seemed to have nothing to do with Jon.
At eleven o 'clock, when it seemed that all the teachers and students had gathered at the stands around the Quidditch stadium, Jon had already opened his little kitchen, and was preparing to make himself something to eat.
The arrival of Stephen and the other two solved the problem of him not having enough ingredients.
Ever since Jon moved out, apart from Stephen, Fran and Scully had also learned the Illusory Body Spell in a very short period of time. The speed was so fast that even Jon found it unbelievable.
Why didn't I know they were so talented when I taught them magic last semester?
Jon felt that it was probably because it was more tempting to come out and play after learning it. Now, there was another kind of temptation in front of him, and that was the temptation of delicious food.
The fresh ingredients and sliced meat that Stephen and the others had brought from the kitchen elves made Jon have the urge to make a barbecue in this cold weather.
After all, he only had a few years of peace left in the Hogwarts. He would have to leave when the later stage started to become turbulent.
And for Stephen and the others, when that time came, they might not even be able to enjoy the food made by the elves, let alone enjoy a peaceful barbecue.
"But then again, isn't it a little inappropriate for the few of you not to watch the match?"
Stephen was busy writing a small paper on Jon's desk. As an outstanding student with outstanding grades, he was not as lucky as Jon to be given the green light by the teachers of various subjects. Hence, he had to work harder to get good grades.
Even the dean of Gryffindor, Professor Mag, who did not know about Jon's identity, was not very strict with Jon. This made Stephen feel very unbalanced.
"What's there to be unhappy about? There's always a difference between people."
Fran, the middle-aged student, comforted him. Scully was cutting fruits by the fireplace (this was also Jon's personal stash. He didn't know where he got the watermelon and peaches). He was helping Stefen sort out the reports submitted by his subordinates.
Recently, there was less and less useful information. Apart from events such as competitions where the students could collect some useful information, at other times, the records made by ghosts, pixies, and mischievous ghosts were more useful.
But this was understandable. After all, the students' main task was not only to record their daily lives, but also to protect Harry's safety.
In public, Harry and his friends will not say too much about his secrets, and Jon has made key notes on the materials that can be used.
"But I think Paul is indeed talented. He can accurately grasp the key points we need."
Fran flipped through a report. The Paul he was talking about was called Paul McClaren. He was a second-year student at Hufflepuff, a little Wizard who was born in Muggle.
"I heard that his father is in the intelligence work in an organization called MI0. I don't remember."
Scully came over with the fruits and placed them on the small round table that had just been moved in from outside.
"MI0, I told you before. Joanne was also a member of that organization. Now, oh, still is."
At this moment, Jon had brought the roasted meat over. He raised his hand and waved his magic wand, and took out a few cups of warm juice from the drawer at the side.
The thermal drawer was something that Jon personally modified.
"Speaking of which, it seems that you haven't been out for a long time. Have you been doing this in school recently?"
Fran, who had finished reading the information, put down the file in his hand. "You're making me want to send my father to that organization."
"It's not that easy to enter a special organization. Just stay in human society. By the way, as I said before, let uncle come to my company. Have you considered this matter?"
"I have no objections at all. It's mainly because my father doesn't want to change jobs. In my opinion, it's not a bad thing to be a legal counsel for your company. Anyway, isn't it the same everywhere?"
"I completely agree with you." Jon said. "Hurry up and persuade uncle. I really need a legal counsel that I can trust."
Actually, he didn't need a legal counsel. It was just that the British economy was about to decline, and Fran's father was bound to be affected. Therefore, Jon decided to help if he could.
In fact, with the current scale of the A.O. Foundation's company, they could find any kind of legal counsel.
The reason why Jon had the confidence to help people like this was entirely because his branch returned to the British economy. When the British economy was damaged and the financial system was attacked by external forces, he could make a profit.
Therefore, at least Fran's father had no problem in ensuring a normal income in his company.
Of course, Fran didn't think so. He just thought that because of his relationship with Jon, he hoped that this system could spread to his parents' generation. In fact, this kind of relationship structure was very common.
Stephen had almost moved his house next to Jon's!
This kind of thing was ultimately up to them to decide, and Fran really wanted to make this decision for his father.
He had always listened to his parents, and now it was time for his parents to listen to him.
When a young man possessed power, he would always have such thoughts.
Therefore, no matter the reason why his father didn't agree, Fran had already made up his mind to change jobs for his father.
"Okay, okay, we'll talk about this later. We still have a long time to deal with this matter."
Stephen also put down the pen in his hand and came over to eat something.
After the four of them were full, they planned to go out and watch the game.
It was completely because they were bored.
"But did you bring brooms?"
Scarley spread out his hands. "Even if I could use the Illusion Spell to sneak over, I don't want to walk over. In fact, after I was full, I didn't want to move at all."
"We don't have brooms, but why do we have to use brooms? We can fly over. "
Jon said. He didn't do anything and his whole body was already floating off the ground. "Look, just like this. Who said that a Wizard has to use a broom to fly?"
"Wait a minute, Jon, I remember seeing this kind of flying spell before. It was on your Black Wizard employee.
You're not going to teach us black magic, are you? "
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