After the delicious afternoon tea was over, Jon and Dumbledore naturally returned to their respective places.
There was still some time before school reopened at the Hogwarts. He could use this time to sort out his plans for the upcoming period. He also had to find Sirius to discuss some matters, so naturally, he did not have much time to communicate with Dumbledore here.
However, before he could do anything with Sirius, something even more shocking happened at home.
His father and mother had finally returned from their trip to Europe, bringing back some souvenirs, his father's magic wand, and another child in his mother's womb.
Of course, this was a happy occasion.
Even from Jon's point of view, this was a good thing for the family's revitalization. After all, Helga had been yearning for the family's legacy for so many years. If she knew about this, she would be very happy.
However, Jon always felt that if he had not wanted to confirm that he was indeed a Wizard, these siblings of his would have appeared even earlier.
And with this development, with the Wizard's constitution that was stronger than normal people, his parents would most likely have a few more children.
In his mind, the image of the Weasley family had already appeared, but the faces had been replaced with his own parents.
This was a matter of helplessness.
Of course, although he had these feelings in his heart, he would not express them in front of his parents.
It was a good thing for parents to have more children. After all, he was a person with an unstable mind and could leave at any time. This world did not have much of a sense of restraint for him, and he could not find a sense of belonging here. Even if he tried his best to find it, he would still feel a little uncomfortable in the end.
So under the circumstances that he might leave, the more children Mr. and Mrs. Smith had, the less guilt he would feel in his heart.
And although this child had not yet taken shape and was probably just an embryo, Jon could already start modifying his mother's body at this time.
It was a bit of an exaggeration to say that he was just using the power of magic to make Mrs. Smith's body more suitable for the flow of magic. Mrs. Smith was originally a Wizard and had an affinity with magic. This kind of modification would only allow her to increase this affinity by a level, which could be considered a disguised increase in strength.
This was not a difficult task for him.
And all of this was observed by his grandmother.
For someone like Madam Yang, who had gone through a lot and survived the power struggle of the Ministry of Magic, she was a shrewd person. Naturally, she would take good care of her own family.
Therefore, Jon couldn't hide anything from her. Jon knew this and didn't want to hide it.
After all, she was his grandmother. There was no need for a family to do so many things.
His grandmother was not his parents. They were not strong enough. Some things would harm them if they knew.
Therefore, there were some things that couldn't be said to Mr. and Mrs. Smith, but Jon could tell Mrs. Yang.
"I don't want to care about the secret plans between you and Dumbledore. You are our child, so it is only right for me to help you. But you have to remember that sometimes a sword can hurt others, but it can also hurt yourself. Whether you want to make use of those people or what, I will only give you one piece of advice. Voldemort is not a good chess piece."
"Don't worry, my grandson knows, so I have arranged a lot of backup plans. With Harry Potter as the bait, even if he doesn't want to follow our path, he will have to."
To be honest, Voldemort was a vicious person, but he was not good at playing tricks.
There were many kinds of people in this world. Voldemort was the kind of person who knew that he might not be able to do it, but he would do it anyway. It was fine to say that he was arrogant, but this kind of person was the easiest to control. If it were sly old foxes like Dumbledore and his grandmother, Chown would not dare to use such a method.
But if it was a power struggle with Voldemort, he was confident.
After all, in terms of power, not to mention him, China had been instilled and nurtured for so many years, and it was better than the Western magic world.
Of course, this was something that would only be said in his own home. Such words would not be known by others outside.
Jon had a tacit understanding with the real person in charge in his family, which was his grandmother. Mrs. Yang would not take the initiative to probe into some things if it was not the right time to talk about it.
And she would help as much as she could.
This was enough to make Jon very satisfied.
"You will start school again in a while. Your sister has been bored at home recently. I thought that you have a research institute, right? Why don't you ask your sister to do some work for you? "
Jon thought about it and nodded.
"It's not impossible. Previously, my sister had a friend who is now helping me. If my sister goes, they can take care of each other. I will arrange it."
"Well, that's good."
Since he had said all that he needed to say, Chown left his grandmother's study.
The internal affairs of the Hufflepuff Magic Research Institute were now under the control of Stephen and the others, so Jon could still make decisions, but outside matters needed to be discussed with the other two founders.
However, his two seniors were very easy to talk to, at least in front of him.
It was not difficult to arrange for two people.
When Stephen graduated in a few years, this matter would be even less of a problem.
He came downstairs and saw Béla playing with Blair in the garden.
Indeed, as Mrs. Yang said, Béla looked uninterested.
Although she was accompanying the child, it was more like Blair was playing with her.
He walked over, and Blair ran over in a childish voice and called out, "Brother."
Jon held his sister in his arms and looked at Béla, who had a lot on her mind.
"You don't want to stay at home? Grandma just told me to ask you to go outside. "
"It's better to go out than to stay at home. Not to mention, recently, Penello has been writing to me."
No wonder, it was because of the things outside.
"That's fine, I will arrange it for you. You can also work in that place, but there is no salary."
Jon's mind worked quickly, and naturally, he quickly arranged a place for Béla to go. And he knew that Béla was a person who liked to innovate very much. When the laboratory was completed, it might be possible to absorb her into the laboratory.
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