The reason why he wanted to let Anthony and the others try to get in touch with the history of the magic world was because they were an important part of Jon's next plan.
Even though there was no way to transform them into Wizard yet, as long as the conditions were right, these people had to be the first ones to become Wizard since they had always been by his side.
And most importantly, there would always be Wizard coming into the laboratory, and it would be very troublesome if they did not understand these things.
But for now, these things could be put on the back burner.
"We're almost done with the preparations here, and we'll start work on the other side. There are many things to do at the same time, so if it's convenient, you should let the people over there come over as soon as possible."
The so-called people over there referred to the group of people in charge of the underground laboratory, and in Jon's mind, there was only one of these people.
That was Grindvall. He alone was more than enough. Especially his spatial magic, which was extremely high level.
"Have the building blueprints been prepared?"
Anthony nodded, "It's been done for a long time, and we can start work on the other side. According to normal logic, shouldn't we be building the foundation first? If you choose to build the top first, then what should we do with the basement below? "
"It's convenient to do this kind of thing with magic, and it's not difficult to violate some known laws. Besides, since we're going to do it, we should do it thoroughly. You can go and prepare."
"Yes, I understand."
Anthony nodded and left the office. Jon did not stand there for too long, but frowned and then disappeared from the room.
...
The atmosphere in Grimmauld Square was very awkward.
The next day was the day of Harry's trial. Dumbledore came in the evening, and while Harry was asleep, he said a few words to the people of the Phoenix Society. He would come in the evenings these two days, and when the children were asleep, he would come to check on the situation here.
According to Mrs. Weasley, Harry's recent state of mind was not very right.
He maintained a dry emotional state every day, and did not speak much.
On the day of Harry's trial, Mr. Weasley took him to the Ministry of Magic, so he got up very early that day.
At half past five in the morning, he suddenly woke up in bed.
No one was calling out to him, but it was as if someone was shouting in his ear.
He lay motionless on the bed as thoughts of going to the Ministry of Magic filled every corner of his mind.
Mrs. Weasley had put a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt beside his bed, and Harry began to put them on without waking anyone. Ron was still fast asleep. He went out of the room, across the landing, and then crept down the stairs into the kitchen.
He thought that there was no one in the kitchen, but when he walked to the door, he heard low voices coming from behind the door.
When he opened the door, he saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, and Lupin sitting there, as if waiting for his arrival.
Mrs. Weasley stood up and asked Harry what he would like to eat. He asked for some bread and sat down at the table.
Lupin and the others didn't care about Harry's appearance and continued to talk about something that Harry didn't understand.
Their indifference relieved Harry a little. After all, he had been feeling uneasy about the day's events, and the calmness of the people around him did help to soothe him a little.
He silently nibbled at the bread that Mrs. Weasley had brought him. It didn't taste good, like eating a tasteless piece of wax.
And Mrs. Weasley, sitting near him, was so much interested in his clothes, now here, now there, that the strain of it was multiplied by the excess of interest.
He really hoped that Mrs. Weasley would stop, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
He listened to Tonks talk about the mission, how painful it was to work the night shift, and what Mr. Weasley said, and he didn't know what to feel.
Today, Mr. Weasley wasn't wearing a wizard's robe. Instead, he wore a pair of thin trousers and an old jacket. After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze from Tonks to Harry.
"How do you feel now?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders silently.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," Mr. Weasley said encouragingly. "In a few hours, you'll be fine."
Harry didn't say anything. He quietly listened to Mr. Weasley explain the trial, as well as the advice and comfort that Tonks and the others gave him.
But it wasn't much use.
He put down the bread and stood up. Mr. Weasley decided to take him there early, in case something unexpected happened. Before he left, he forced a smile.
Then he followed Mr. Weasley upstairs through the foyer. The two men went outside. It was just dawn, and the sky was gray with a biting chill.
They took the subway to central London, where they got off. At this time, there was a tide of people in central London. Countless well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases stepped out of the subway, went up the escalator, passed through the ticket counter, and came to a very wide street.
The street was full of people coming and going.
Mr. Weasley was a little confused. After all, he obviously didn't go to work this way, so he wasn't sure what to do. But he soon found the direction.
As Harry followed Weasley, the buildings on either side grew more ordinary, and at last they came to a dreary street.
There were only a few run-down offices, a small pub, and a few dump trucks.
He followed Mr. Weasley into a run-down telephone booth, and watched as Mr. Weasley picked up the receiver to make a report.
A square badge of color was drawn out from a metal chute. It had his name and the words "Trial" written on it. He pinned the badge to the front of his T-shirt. The female voice that had spoken to Mr. Weasley before spoke again.
"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked and registered at the security desk. The security desk is at the end of the main hall."
The floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and they sank into the ground. After about a minute, a thin golden light shone out, shining on Harry's face.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day."
He heard the girl say, and then followed Mr. Weasley out of the room.
In front of them was a magnificent hall.
This was the Ministry of Magic.
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