Chown didn't care about what would happen in such a world for the time being.
He knew what was going to happen anyway.
But now he was busy making money for himself and didn't have time to worry about these things.
Besides, would Voldemort not make a comeback just because he had done some things?
The answer was no. Whether he did these things or not, Voldemort would come back. This was already a fixed fact in the future and wouldn't change.
No matter what Chown did now, it would be useless. He could only play it by ear and try to change the outcome that he knew was going to happen.
At the very least, he didn't want so many people to die for no good reason.
As a businessman, it was important to analyze the pros and cons. Only when there was a return would there be meaning in taking risks. If the cost was greater than the gain, then it would be a complete loss.
Jon now regarded himself as a member of Dumbledore's camp. Since they were in the same camp, then all the people opposite Voldemort were his friends. And according to his previous idea, a large part of the people who were supposed to die in the whole thing would be recruited by the Hufflepuff Magic Research Society in the future and become members of the Hufflepuff Magic Research Society.
And these people, if they did it properly, could survive without affecting the overall plot.
It was just a pity for Sedric.
Jon had made more than a dozen deductions in the last semester, and every time Cedric succeeded, the chance of survival was less than one percent.
In other words, there was a near infinite possibility that Cedric couldn't survive.
If he couldn't do it, then there was no need to waste time on this kind of thing. He wasn't that close to Sedric, and he had done enough out of morality.
If Béla still liked him, then this matter was another matter. Jon was willing to try his best for Béla, but it was obvious that Béla was just a love-struck fool and didn't like Cedric for a long time.
Speaking of Béla, Jon didn't know what his cousin had been doing recently. It seemed that they hadn't contacted each other for a long time.
However, Jon was not worried about this.
He knew very well what his family was like. When he was with his family, Jon often felt that they were like air. They existed, but they didn't interfere with his life. His family was someone he didn't think about often, but they were everywhere in his life.
Since they had been together for so many years, he didn't need to guess to know what his family was up to.
But recently, Béla was indeed too mysterious.
Ever since they returned to school, she had not sat with Jon, and Jon had discovered this. His sister had suddenly returned to her social circle and no longer needed the company of her younger brother.
This was, of course, a good thing, but Jon always felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he had neglected something important, and this thing should be a little important.
When was it?
It seemed to be a chat between him and Béla. At that time, he was busy and only answered Béla's question perfunctorily.
But why couldn't he remember?
Ever since he started learning Memory Magic from Lohat, Jon's memory had been greatly improved. It was rare that he couldn't remember anything.
That was why he felt that this matter was strange.
It was like when Professor Sprout used the magic to reduce one's sense of presence. He suddenly couldn't remember what exactly this matter was. It had coiled around his mind for a moment and made him vigilant.
This thing was like a dream that just flashed through his mind.
Just like people who woke up from a dream, they would gradually forget the dream they had and the dream they had forgotten. These illusory bubbles often didn't last long in people's minds.
When Jon looked up from the messy data, he had completely forgotten about this matter. He just felt that he had aged a year.
Sure enough, he wasn't cut out for studying finance.
However, foresight still had its advantages. Jon provided some strategic information to the economic analysts, and then left under the gaze of these people.
Brenna accompanied him out of the company.
"Boss, why did you call me out? Although I'm not busy, there's nothing to shop at this time. "
"I didn't ask you to come out and shop. Walk with me. I've been a little upset recently."
Lun Na burst out laughing.
"Boss, what's there to be upset about? Compared to us, your life is simply very colorful, okay?"
"Is it? I think this kind of life is more boring and unfocused. It's like a glass of water. Life is the same every day. After waking up, we start the day's work or study. I'm not an exception to this kind of thing. "
"But this is a very normal thing. This is our life. Boss, don't think too much. But it makes sense for you to think this way because only rich people like you have the right and time to think about these meaningless problems. Most people are still busy working for a living."
She paused again. "I wonder how many families will not be able to hold on after this incident."
"Actually, it's not that bad. It's just a drop in the overall economy. It won't have much impact on the lives of ordinary people." Jon smiled and changed the topic. "Tell me about your adventures. I'm quite curious."
"Actually, there's nothing to be curious about. It's all about living on the edge of a knife, for the sake of living and money."
A long life had trained Brenna to have this iron-faced style today. However, on these issues, she was more or less effective to enlighten Jon.
"There's nothing good about that kind of life. If you really want to know, I can find some time to tell you. There's no need for that on the streets. There are too many people."
"That's true. Then I'll find some time to listen to the story. Speaking of which, the path we've taken is really surprising."
"Really? I thought you were planning to go straight home, so you walked over. "
Brenna pointed at the door not far away. "Go back. I won't go in."
"Then, goodbye."
Jon waved goodbye to Brenna and walked toward his house.
There seemed to be some movement in the house.
"Eh?"
Jon opened the door and saw Grindvall pressing something. He only found out yesterday that it was a little elf.
"Whose little elf is this?"
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