After dawn, a new day had arrived.
After Jon and Stephen came out of the lab, they heard someone reciting a poem on the beach not far away.
Of course, this was normal. After all, there was no Internet signal here, so there was no novelty.
There were no games, no TV, so they could only read some poems to ease the loneliness.
Of course, if the poem was not the Song of the Stormy Petrel, it would be even better.
"I hate this feeling the most. I know that someone gave me a nickname, but this kind of inexplicable coincidence always makes me feel uncomfortable."
Stephen did not agree with him, "At least, the meaning of this poem is very good, right?"
"You don't understand. The sadness in my heart is not because of a poem."
Jon looked at the rising sun at the intersection of the sea and the sky and sighed.
In this world, language was actually a very wonderful thing.
Because it was only an external performance tool, not a real and effective way of communication.
When humans communicated, they did not understand the language, but directly understood the meaning, and used the language they were familiar with to reproduce the other person's words in their mind.
Jon's language was Huaxia Language.
This was the word order he used most often, although he was also good at Latin.
But when he communicated with others, he often went through the other person's meaning in his mind before replying.
So when he heard someone reciting the Song of the Stormy Petrel, the first thing that came to his mind was not the poem itself, but a familiar skit.
This kind of awkwardness was impossible for others to understand.
Stephen was used to his inexplicable change today. This kind of feeling was like when he was in the first grade. At that time, he did not understand what Jon was doing, but now he chose not to care.
Anyway, Jon would not make a mistake.
Blind confidence in what one believed was a common problem of human beings. Stephen was also a human, so he was no exception.
But today was more or less a little strange.
"Is there something you're not telling us?"
Since Stephen asked, Helga didn't hide it from him. He briefly told Stephen about the extra memory in his mind, but didn't say anything else. He just emphasized that he had a friend.
"So, you suspect that someone is doing something behind your back, and this person is your very good friend?"
Stephen obviously thought that Chen Songyuan was a friend that Jon had made in recent years. He didn't think that Chen Songyuan's identity was much older than he thought.
"I've been upset recently."
Jon touched his pocket out of habit, but he didn't find anything. Instead, Stephen reached over and gave him a cigarette.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. But does this matter give you so much pressure? You've only developed the habit of smoking recently because of stress, but you don't have any cigarettes on you today. "
That's right.
If Stephen hadn't mentioned it, Jon wouldn't have noticed that he had been smoking a lot recently.
The frequency was ridiculously high.
"My current state should be because I suddenly have nothing to do."
Stephen turned Jon's face to him. His expression clearly said, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not joking. I'm serious. My current state is completely because things have started to go according to my plan and are gradually progressing toward the result.
So I have nothing to do, which is why I'm like this now. A busy person suddenly has nothing to do will always become a little chaotic. "
Fallacious reasoning.
But Stephen didn't intend to argue with Jon on this issue. Because whether or not Jon had time and things to do, he still had things to do.
Jon was only responsible for making plans and goals. As for the specific implementation, it was up to his subordinates to do it.
Unfortunately for him, apart from the Phoenix Society, he was the one who was below them.
"If you still want to be sentimental, you can rest here for a few more days to relieve the pressure in your heart, or find a suitable way to release it. I don't have so much time to play with you here. I have to go back.
There are still many things to do in the Society. We still have to cooperate with the Phoenix Society to protect the boy who survived the disaster. It's really tiring. Isn't he the boy who survived the disaster? Why does he need our protection? "
"Don't complain about this kind of thing. It's meaningless. Can you change the process and result of anything if you complain?
Don't you still have to go back to protect him after it's over?
There's no other way. Who asked him to be so weak, but he's very important. He's one of Voldemort's Soul Vessels, and the most special one at that. He's a Soul Vessel with a will of his own. We have to let him walk on the preset path. But Dumbledore has more or less done with the basics. Now we just need to perfect the last part of the operation.
"We'll be the ones to perfect it. You don't have to do anything. If you're willing to kill Voldemort directly, I'll be happier, but you won't be happy then.
I know you, so I didn't make this request. But please don't always make trouble for me, okay? "
"Sigh …"
Jon let out a long sigh and didn't say anything else.
And he never thought that there would be a day when he would be despised.
Since the matter here was over, there was no need for Stephen to stay here. Among the people working under Jon, Anthony and the people in the company were in charge of things. As the representative of the Magic Research Association, Stephen never interfered.
What position Mr. Weasley held in the company had nothing to do with them.
The Magic Research Association's main job was to research magic. They weren't particularly good at making money or developing in the secular world.
It was very difficult to understand who was good at what. Fortunately, Jon could do this and balance it well.
"Then you should go back first. I'll think about it here. Maybe I'll be able to figure it out soon. But you still have to worry about Harry's matter. The Phoenix Society is understaffed, and Anthony and the rest don't understand the world of magic as well as you do."
"Got it. Since we've decided to do this matter, we'll definitely do a good job."
Stephen expressed his stance, and then disappeared from the air with a Phantom Shift.
Jon looked at the surging waves in front of him and sighed again.
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