After Snape left, Jon continued to sit alone on the bench.
Even though he had been here for so long, he still did not like the architecture here. In his mind, Chinese architecture was more in line with his aesthetic standards than the architecture here. Especially when, for some reason, the architecture here looked like it had never seen the light of day. Even though he used to like the Wizard culture very much, he could not help but say that he could not accept it.
However, accepting it was already a very difficult thing to do.
Jon asked himself, his ability to accept was very good. He could accept different people, different things, and different aesthetic standards. He could even accept this world that might not accept him. Even so, he had to admit that he still could not fit in.
The reason why he had to find so many things for himself was to find a sense of belonging to this world. He wanted to prove that he was not really a soul from another world, but a native who had been toyed with by this world, and that he had inexplicably gained a part of his memory.
Unfortunately, he failed. Or rather, when he became more powerful, he would develop an unquestionable and firm belief in himself and the fact that he came from another world.
For the first 11 years he had entered Hogwarts, he had always believed that he was a transmigrator.
But after entering Hogwarts, meeting Helga, and beginning to understand the deepest mysteries of the magical world, he started to wonder if there was a powerful existence behind everything, causing his memory to gain a part of his memory from another world. Until now, he had not abandoned this idea, but had only changed it slightly.
He believed that there was a mysterious and powerful existence behind him, watching over him. Otherwise, he would not be so lucky to be born into a family with the bloodline of the Mystic Bird and the Hufflepuff family. But this kind of luck also came with responsibility. He would involuntarily do some things, and even if he did not want to do them, he would be inexplicably pushed to that point.
After Helga became a True God, this feeling became even stronger.
This was because when Helga became a True God, there was a wave from the deep blue sea that helped Helga improve.
Jon did not notice this wave at that time, and only remembered it later on. More importantly, after Jon tested that will, he found that this power did not come from the manipulation of the will of the world, but from an unknown existence.
Someone was behind everything, and the reason for this might have something to do with him.
Jon did not care about this. No matter who was behind the whole thing controlling his fate, he could accept it.
Because he could not resist the person who could control his fate, there must be a reason why he was chosen.
No one would be chosen for no reason, just like how Harry Potter could become the boy and savior who survived a great disaster because of the many entanglements between him and Voldemort?
Jon's arrival did change a lot of things, such as Helga's improvement and the appearance of Grindelwald. These things were not the same as the original story he knew, but there was a surprising overlap.
Because, intentionally or unintentionally, as long as these people's stories were slightly edited, it could become the original story he had read before.
— — The two stories that Joanne had finished writing proved this point.
The world was a real world, and he and his friends were real people.
For Jon, this was the existence of a sense of belonging.
The world could not give him any sense of belonging. It was not important whether he really belonged to this world. What was important was the people in this world who had formed a connection with him and were entangled with him.
He didn't know when it started, but the life story of Harry Potter that he knew had suddenly started to revolve around him.
Unknowingly, more and more people gathered around him, whether it was Grindelwald, Cecatly who had changed her name to Zhusha, or the members of the Phoenix Society and Dumbledore. Many things were not troublesome to talk about, but after a long time, an organization that could not be underestimated had been formed.
A change in the world was not a big one. As long as he made good use of the power around him, he could interfere with the whole world and even raise something bigger. However, this change was not small either. If it could be done so easily, he would not have wanted to use Voldemort's power to first cause harm to the magic society and then appear to heal the world.
To put it bluntly, this matter was clearly placed here. To do or not to do it was like two sides of a scale that were constantly being pulled. Choosing one side was bound to be restricted by the other side.
In the past, Chown only wanted to survive safely in the magical world and become a respected mage, scholar, or someone with a different title. He didn't think that he could change the magical world with his weak power, and didn't want to face Voldemort.
He had always thought that if the sky fell, there would be a tall person to carry it. However, things were unpredictable, and he had done many things passively. After becoming a person he had never thought he would become, he suddenly realized that he had become the tallest person in the group of people around him. Once Dumbledore withdrew his hand, he could only carry the sky if it fell. This was a very helpless matter, and he had no choice.
The world needed to be restored to prosperity, and Helga also needed to increase the upper limit of his power. He also wanted to become a person who was not bound by the constraints of the world. To achieve this, he first had to push through the weakening of the world. The faster he pushed, the faster he could achieve his goal.
Moreover, as his strength increased, he vaguely discovered that there seemed to be some things in his memories that were waiting for him to discover. He had to pursue power because without power, he would not be able to discover these things. This was an endless cycle.
After sitting on the bench for more than an hour, Jon finally felt that his chaotic and disorderly thoughts were being sorted out a little. Although there were still many things that he did not understand, some things could not be rushed. There were still two or three years, and he could slowly think about it.
He fumbled with the ring on his hand. After a moment, the ring lit up with a red light.
He did not know what channel it was, but the letter had been delivered to Mr. Weasley's hands. Now all that was left was to wait for Mr. Weasley's arrival.
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