The task that Helga gave to Jon was actually very simple.
He didn't need to use any good materials to draw the magic array. He only needed ordinary paper, and he didn't need to use too much Mana. He only needed to draw a simple outline, and when Chown felt that it was useful, it would be enough.
Then he would find an opportunity to get close to a black Wizard and activate the magic circle beside a black Wizard.
Oh right, he also needed to add a little bit of Jon's blood.
Therefore, the magic circle sounded very much like black magic.
But Jon did not care about black or white magic at all. There was nothing wrong with magic itself, but the problem was with the user. The purpose of the magic school for so many years was itself a problem. They deliberately taught students not to learn black magic. Although the number of black Wizards had indeed decreased, those who wanted to become a black Wizard still had channels to get the content they wanted.
Just like the forbidden book section in Hogwarts, it had always been patronized. It did not stop the students who wanted to read these books, but it stopped the people who did not want to read these books in the first place.
Jon did not read the books in the forbidden book section. The magic he learned from Helga basically existed before magic was differentiated. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was ancient magic.
Now, he just had to wait for the good news from Stephen.
...
In the afternoon in Hogsmeade Village.
At the end of an empty street, a low gray building was hidden in an inconspicuous corner. Looking in from the entrance, there were only a few people, and only a young man dressed like a clerk was dozing off at the counter.
In the space behind the counter, there was another scene.
The space was not too big, but there were actually two fireplaces. Sometimes, a Wizard hidden under a cloak would walk out of one of the fireplaces, and then leave from the other one. Although there were people coming and going, they did not make any noise.
The atmosphere was solemn. The only exposed face of the waiter was solemnly recording the needs of the Wizard coming and going.
This was perhaps the only strange place in the whole Hogsmeade Village. It looked more like a shop in Flip Alley.
Its name was "Communicator". It was a business started by a mysterious great Wizard. Here, Wizards could buy and sell information.
All kinds of secret information could be bought from this place. No one knew where this place got its information from. It was an important means for this shop to maintain its mystery.
Even in the United Kingdom, only a handful of Wizard's knew about the existence of this shop.
Such a shop was, of course, illegal, but that was something that the Ministry of Magic had to worry about. The Wizard who came here to buy information knew that this was something that the big shots had to deal with. Since this shop still existed, it meant that there must be a reason for it to exist.
This reason was indeed sufficient.
If a powerful Wizard were to listen carefully on the first floor, they would be able to hear voices coming from the basement of the shop from time to time.
Of course, he was speaking in English. However, the strange thing was that the person below had an American accent when he spoke.
In the basement was a living room.
A witch in a blue magic robe looked at the blond youth who had just woken up and pushed a cup of tea to him.
"You should go."
"What?"
The youth who had just woken up was no longer sleepy. He stared at the witch in front of him.
"Kelly, are you kidding me? Our plan will be completed in a few days."
"The Association just sent a letter. The plan will be terminated immediately. Someone will complete the rest of the mission for you."
The witch called Kelly raised her hand and waved her magic wand. A piece of parchment fell lightly in front of the blond youth.
She said apologetically and solemnly, "I know that this plan is very important to you, but Edmund, this is an order given by the Prophet himself. You have to return to America as soon as possible, or your life will be in danger."
"What danger can there be?"
Edmund didn't care. He took the parchment and looked at it. The handwriting was indeed his teacher's, but he didn't intend to follow the order.
What a joke! He had already done the last step. How could he leave now?
Besides, without him, there wouldn't be a Black Wizard in England who could invade the Hogwarts.
It wasn't that he looked down on the Black Wizards in England, but even the Black Devil himself didn't dare to enter England. He had to rely on the help of the American Wizards to recuperate outside. How could these local Black Wizards have the confidence to replace him?
Besides, his teacher's prophecies were wrong eight out of ten times.
"I'm not leaving. After I complete this mission, I can directly be promoted to the management level of the association. If I go back now, those evaluators will definitely stop me. They won't even give face to the teachers."
Kelly had already guessed this answer, so when she received the letter, she replied to the Association and called Edmund's senior brother, Beyer, over.
Edmund studied the obscure school of magic. There were only two drafts in the entire Association of Black Magic. If something happened to him, she couldn't bear the wrath of the Prophet.
Now, she could only hope that Mr. Beyer and the Gold Monster would come.
"Then have a good rest." The witch stood up and prepared to leave. "If you insist, then prepare well for the operation the day after tomorrow. Before that, I will do my best to ensure your safety."
Witch Kelly turned and left. Behind her, Edmund stared at the witch's back, his expression suddenly as gloomy as the fog above London.
He was very talented, so he could naturally feel that the moment Kelly turned around, the defensive measures in the room had been activated.
Not the normal defense against the outside, but against the inside.
What was this?
Imprisonment?
How dare this witch! "he thought.
But after a short while, a smile appeared on his face.
This shop was built near the Hogwarts. Its own defensive facilities weren't that strong. It only restricted teleportation spells like Phantom Shift and added some armor spells. The main defense was still relying on Kelly's surveillance and defense.
She wouldn't let him go out.
Edmund quickly understood this. His teacher was the one who knew him best. How could he not have thought of this?
The prophecy probably predicted that something would happen when he completed the next plan, so he prepared a backup plan early on.
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