"I didn't expect you to help me with anything. It's already a good thing that you didn't threaten me. The last conversation between the two of us is still vivid in my mind. I can still hear your cold voice echoing in my ears. It's really chilling."
Sirius didn't speak too politely. After all, Jon had done such a thing before, and now he didn't respect him much.
Jon wasn't angry.
In the eyes of people like Sirius, strength was not so important. If they were really afraid of powerful strength, then they wouldn't have fought against Voldemort in the first place.
At this moment, he also chose to use this method to spite Jon, but it didn't seem very wise.
It didn't do him any good to spite Jon because Jon didn't care about what he did at all. For Jon, Sirius' existence was just a chess piece to stimulate Jon's growth. Even Dumbledore thought so, but Dumbledore was more soft-hearted and didn't want to say these words directly.
After all, the words that were said were often like a knife that couldn't be taken back and would stab into people's hearts.
If it wasn't really necessary, Jon would be willing to put on a hypocritical appearance to appease people, but Sirius wasn't worth it.
What was there to appease?
Anyway, it was their own family's internal affairs. They asked Jon to help, so he wasn't responsible for solving the problems behind. He was only responsible for solving the problems in front of him.
Besides, what he was doing now was reasonable. In any case, this couldn't be blamed on him.
"In any case, it's fine as long as you consider these things yourself. I won't force you. Since you've chosen this path, I'll still modify the plan according to the original plan. However, I'll give you some leeway and let you choose when to leave. Voldemort will be fully recovered soon, so you have to hurry."
Jon didn't bother with him much about this matter, but left in a flash. He returned to the Hogwarts and stayed on the roof of the Hogwarts with the help of the concealment effect of the Phantom Spell.
This was the place he usually used to think.
From now on, the matter of Sirius was no longer important.
After all, it was impossible to talk to the Sirius about these things.
The Sirius had now fallen into a position where he didn't like Jon, so he was naturally conflicted with what Jon said.
Even though he knew that Jon was the one who brought him out of Azkaban, he didn't show any respect. To put it simply, Sirius had now categorized Jon and his family elders into the same category. There were some things he had to do, but it was his freedom to scold others while doing it.
But no matter how he vented his emotions, as long as he did not affect the development of the overall situation, there would be no problem.
What Jon was worried about now was that Voldemort's side might be out of control, because at least the problem on his side had been solved. But if Voldemort's side accidentally found out what they were doing, it was very likely that he would counteract accordingly.
This was a very troublesome matter.
Therefore, the confidentiality of information must be done well. As for Jon, he was now concerned about Dumbledore and his plan. The two of them used Voldemort's reappearance to push the world of magic to merge with Muggle's world. The other was the progress of his experiment with Grindelwald.
Because the time frame of these two plans was relatively similar, in two years, when Dumbledore was in his sixth year, Dumbledore would leave in advance. When Dumbledore left, Grindelwald would naturally leave with him. The two legendary Wizards chose to find their next path at that time, and Jon agreed with this point.
But after the two of them left, the rest of the mission completely fell on Jon, which meant that Jon did not have much time left.
He had to ensure that he could improve in the next period of time, at least in the next two years, and not let his advancement speed be slower than before. This way, he could ensure that his advancement speed was faster than Voldemort's recovery speed, and when the war finally arrived, he had to be stronger than Voldemort. This way, even if the situation went wrong, he could still turn it around.
Thinking about it this way, the pressure on him was actually quite huge.
Pinching the space between his eyebrows, Jon looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance and felt a little helpless.
He didn't intend to do this in the past.
Unfortunately, as he moved forward step by step, he had no choice but to come here, and for some inexplicable reason, he was pushed to his current position.
Perhaps in his heart, he also hoped that he could do something. Jon looked down at the Wizard students running on the green grass. Jon's eyesight was very good, so he could clearly see that on the forehead of the little Wizard students, beads of sweat slightly reflected the sunlight, like a bright golden liquid.
They were full of the power of life, and when they gathered here, that kind of joyful mood was like attending a grand ball.
From these young students, Jon suddenly felt the true meaning of life.
His body wasn't particularly old, but his mind couldn't be considered young. Whether it was because he had lived two lives, or because he had inexplicably obtained other memories, his soul was always at a certain age.
This kind of maturity gave him a lot of advantages in the past few years, but at the same time, it also made him bear a lot of things that he shouldn't bear at this age.
However, everything was under control.
Jon took a deep breath, and swept his gaze across the whole field.
He ignored the young students, and was looking for a suitable candidate.
A suitable person who could know the inside story, but would not expose the secret, and could help at the same time.
Who could it be?
At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, Miss Hermione Granger, the new leader from Gryffindor, seemed to have just finished quarreling with her friends.
This was a smart girl. Jon knew that she was smart and intelligent, but he couldn't guarantee that Hermione would keep the secret completely.
But she was indeed someone who knew the inside story, or had already guessed the inside story. Because of this, she always felt that she was right, and her friends didn't believe her words.
Indeed, she was an interesting girl.
Jon smiled slightly, and his body disappeared from the roof.
Walking on the green grass, the sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding students returned to the castle. She also wanted to go back now.
But at this moment, she felt a chill coming from her back.
A voice that seemed to come from hell suddenly sounded.
"Miss Granger, can you keep the secret?"
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