The rest of the days suddenly became dull and uninteresting.
Soon, it was time for them to return to school. Jon hugged Blair, who could not speak yet, and bid farewell to his parents.
There were no changes in school, except that there was more work to be done. Once Stephen and the rest returned, they began to work hard.
Because of the compound soup incident, Hermione had been in the hospital ward for a few weeks.
After the other students returned to school after Christmas, there was a lot of discussion about her disappearance. Everyone naturally thought that she was attacked, so the students lined up to walk past the hospital ward, wanting to catch a glimpse of her. Madam Pomfrey had no choice but to take out her curtains again and hang them around Hermione's bed to prevent others from seeing her furry face, so that she would not feel ashamed.
However, Jon did not care about this. This was not his job.
He had written a letter to Grindelwald when he was in the car with Cecatly, so naturally, he saw Grindelwald the moment he got off the car and returned to the small courtyard.
"Teacher."
The two of them spoke in unison. Grindelwald's expression was not good. Even though Dumbledore had been with him for the past Christmas, he still had this expression. One could imagine how distressing this matter was.
"You wrote to us in such a hurry. Something terrible must have happened, right? What happened?"
Cecatly took the opportunity to ask Grindelwald when Jon was putting away his box.
Grindelwald's expression was not good, but he came here to tell Cecatly and Jon about what he had seen and learned this time. After all, this was all for the two of them.
He finally had two students, but in the end, both of them fell into the same vortex. This was really a troublesome story.
"The information is all here. Take a look yourself."
He gestured for Cecatly to take away the pile of documents in front of her, then said to Jon, "I've brought back the person you wanted. He's now locked up in Snape's office. Do you want to take a look?"
"There's no need for that. He's just a replacement for Lohat. Once they're done with their act, this person will come in handy. As for who this person is, it doesn't make a difference to me. But teacher, don't tell me you found a Muggle?"
"Of course not. He's just an old Wizard who's about to die."
This small matter was not the main point, so no one bothered to dwell on it.
Jon put down his luggage and walked to Cecatly's side. Together with her, they began to flip through the information brought back by Grindelwald.
"What's this? Is it a list of the members of the Order? "
Chown held a list filled with names in his hand and showed it to Grindvall. This list was printed. In fact, all the information was printed. It should be something that Grindvall brought out directly from the headquarters of the church that was being investigated.
"This is not a list of the Order's members, but a list of all of you."
"A list of all of us?"
"To be precise," Cecatly passed a piece of paper to Jon and pointed at Jon's name, "this is your list."
Jon immediately reacted.
"Don't tell me this is a list of all the people who were chosen?"
Grindelwald nodded. He didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear.
"So many?"
"Actually, it's normal."
Cecatly seemed to have confirmed a guess, "Think about it. The revival of a divine system can't possibly be done by just a few people. What if there's someone who can't do it?
Wouldn't that be a waste of effort?
So, the more people there are, the more choices they have. Besides, although the ancient Egyptian divine system has perished, its inheritance has been changed and scattered in many countries around the world. It's just like how you can easily get that pair of gloves, it's normal for others to get some things. "
"Cecatly is right," Grindelwald said with a serious expression, "This time, I found a lot of unusual things.
First of all, there was that church. Most of the members of that church were a mix of wizards and muggles.
The relationship between them is not one of enslavement or employment, but a very ordinary relationship between colleagues. It seems that there is a very large financial group behind this. "
This was actually what Jon and Cecatly had expected. It was not that there was a huge financial group behind this, but without financial support, it was difficult to maintain the existence of a Order. This was clearly stated in the information brought back by Grindelwald.
In fact, the story of this Order was somewhat uninteresting.
One day, a doctor with a high status suddenly dreamed of a god. In the dream, the god began to bless him. So, when he woke up and found that he had obtained a special power, the doctor obeyed the will of the god and established the Order.
However, without financial support or some other unspeakable factors, no matter how fanatical the beliefs and preaching were, it was useless for a Order that wanted to develop wildly.
Until the last few years, with the secret support of a millionaire who was seriously ill and couldn't be cured, the Order finally had the opportunity to expand and found a base — the island mentioned earlier.
Two years ago, the millionaire had passed away due to illness, and no one could influence the doctor anymore. As a result, the crazy idea in the doctor's mind became more and more real. He began to contact the gods more and more frequently, and the gods he contacted were naturally very satisfied with this. Then, they began to make their goal a reality through the power of the Church of the Secular World.
Those messy ruins were dug up from the ground, then carefully polished and decorated, and transported to all parts of the world.
Auction houses, secular collections, places where the Wizard family had a lot of magic heritage, as long as it was within the Eastern and Mediterranean regions, basically, too many Wizard and talented ordinary people received this gift from the god.
"So, it was completely an accident that I got this glove?"
Jon mobilized the magic in his body, and the glove appeared out of thin air.
As his control of the glove grew stronger and stronger, it had become like an extension of his arm. At least, he had the best control of the glove so far.
"Yes, it was indeed an accident."
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