There had to be a limit to how much attention he paid to the trio.
It was enough for Joanne, Rank and Lille to monitor them 24/7. Jon felt that he did not need to spend too much energy on them.
That book would be written well.
That was enough.
The first three books of the Harry Potter series had already started to be printed and advertised. Although the names had not been announced, the existence of such a book was already known to the public. In an even more distant place, such as America, Jon had already started his secret experiments.
The establishment of the School of Magic in America did not meet with any obstacles, because Jon used more power to push this matter forward.
Jon did not feel guilty at all about experimenting with other people's children.
When the dust settled in England, the results of the first phase of the experiment would be out. There would be a very direct comparison of the results and it would be sent to the Ministry of Magic.
When the time came, with the new head of the Ministry of Magic taking the lead and the international situation, this change would proceed very smoothly.
After all, Jon had already started to gradually transform people who could use magic. It was not realistic to transform everyone into Wizard, but it was not a problem for the Magic Net to transform all healthy people below the age of 60.
No matter what, England was the closest place to the Magic Net. The moment the battle in Hogwarts began, everything would go down an irreversible path.
Not bad, there were no problems overall.
Jon felt that his arrangement was actually quite reasonable.
He obviously would not be at home for the next period of time. He planned to find a quiet place to digest the memories that were surging in his mind every day. After all, these memories were very troublesome. More importantly, he still had to solve the remaining problems.
"Then, I will leave the matters here to you."
Standing in the secret classroom in Hogwarts, Jon said to the few directors and Snape.
"Don't worry, there won't be any problems. Don't worry and do what you need to do. I have my own arrangements here."
Snape's voice was as cold as usual.
"These words sound familiar. Did you say the same thing to Dumbledore?"
But Jon did not get a response to his question because Snape had already left.
"…"
Jon pursed his lips before turning to Professor Mag and Professor Sprout as he said, "Please put more effort into this matter, professors. I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle it in time if something goes wrong."
Snape … had to deal with Voldemort after all.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. If something really happens, I will immediately use the emergency channel."
Professor Sprout said.
Her emergency channel was directly connected to Helga. This was a private benefit that Jon had gotten for Hufflepuff Academy.
It shouldn't be a problem.
After dealing with these final matters, he turned around and went to the deep sea.
After thinking about it, the best place was still here. This place was quiet, no one would disturb them, and it was full of power.
As for how to deal with it … it was very simple. Just sleep.
When a person was sleeping, their spirit would always be able to relax to the greatest extent.
Just relax.
That way, he would be able to achieve the best results when dealing with memories.
…
As he fell into a deep sleep, Hermione walked up to Harry.
"We need to talk."
Harry looked at the book that was still in Hermione's hand. It was "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore".
"Talk about what?"
He asked worriedly. He quickly remembered that there was a chapter about him in the book, and wondered if he had the courage to listen to Rita's description of his relationship with Dumbledore.
Hermione's answer was completely unexpected.
"I want to meet Xenophilus Lovegood."
"What?"
"Xenophilus Lovegood, Luna's father. I want to talk to him."
"Uh — why?"
Hermione took a deep breath as if she was gathering her courage. She said, "It's that mark. The mark in 'The Tales of Beedle the Poet.' Look here!"
She shoved "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" under Harry's unwilling eyes.
He saw the photograph of the letter that Dumbledore had written to Grindelwald. It was Dumbledore's familiar slender, italic script.
He did not want to see that Dumbledore had really written those words, and not Rita's invention.
"The signature," said Hermione. "Look at the signature, Harry!"
He did, but for a moment he did not understand what she meant. But by the light of his wand he saw that the first letter of Albus in Dumbledore's signature was a small triangle like the one in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet."
"Er — what are you —?"
Said Ron tentatively, but Hermione stopped him and turned back to Harry.
"It keeps turning up, doesn't it?"
She said. "I know Wickdall says it's Grindelwald's mark, but it's clearly on the old tomb in Godric's Hollow, and the gravestone dates long before Grindelwald.
And now this!
I don't think we can ask Dumbledore or Grindelwald what it means —
I don't even know if Grindelwald is still alive, but we can ask Mr Lovegood, who wore the mark at the wedding. I'm sure it's important, Harry! "
Harry did not answer immediately.
He watched Hermione's eager face, and then stared out into the darkness, thinking.
After a long time he said, "Let's not repeat the mistake of Godric's Hollow, Hermione.
We convinced ourselves to go there, and — "
"But it keeps turning up, Harry!
Dumbledore left me the Tales of Beedle the Poet. How do you know we shouldn't try to understand the mark? "
"Here we go again!"
Said Harry, feeling a little irritated. "We're always trying to convince ourselves that Dumbledore has left secret marks and clues —"
"The lights-out is useful," said Ron. "I think Hermione is right. We should go and see Lovegood."
Harry stared at him, convinced that his support for Hermione had nothing to do with wanting to know the meaning of the triangle.
"It won't be like Godric's Hollow," said Ron. "Lovegood's on your side, Harry.
Singing Devil's Hollow has always been on your side, always telling everyone that they must help you! "
"I'm sure it's important!"
"But if it is, don't you think Dumbledore ought to have told me before he died?"
"Perhaps … perhaps it's something you need to find out for yourself."
Said Hermione, grasping at straws.
"Yes," said Ron flatteringly. "That's right."
"It doesn't," said Harry.
"It doesn't," said Hermione crossly. "But I still think we ought to talk to Mr Lovegood.
What does a mark mean that links Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Godric's Hollow?
Harry, I'm sure we ought to find out! "
"I think we'd better put it to a vote," said Ron.
Ron said, "In favor of going to see Lovegood —"
His hand was in the air at once, faster than Hermione.
Hermione's lips quivered inexplicably, and she also raised her hand.
"Two to one, Harry, I'm sorry."
Said Ron, patting him on the back.
"All right," said Harry, half amused. "But after seeing Lovegood, we'll try to find the other Horcruxes, won't we?
Well, where does Lovegood live?
Do any of you know? "
"Not far from my house," said Ron. "I don't know exactly, but Mum and Dad always point up the hill when they're mentioned.
It shouldn't be hard to find. "
When Hermione had gone to bed, Harry lowered his voice.
"You're just trying to get back into her good graces."
"Everything's legal in love and war," said Ron triumphantly. "Just now, a little of both.
Cheer up. It's Christmas time, and Luna's at home! "
The next morning they Apparated to the top of a breezy hillside, and saw the beautiful village of Ottery-St. Catchpole.
The village looked like a collection of toy houses, scattered among the clouds in the great speed of light that slanted to the ground.
For a moment they stood there shading the shelter with their hands, and saw only the high hedge and the orchard, which hid the crooked little house from the eyes of the Muggles.
"It's queer, so close, but not going back."
"Well, it's not as if you haven't seen them lately. You spent Christmas there."
Said Hermione coldly.
"I didn't go back to the Burrow!"
Ron laughed in surprise. "Did you think I'd go back and tell everyone I'd dumped you?
Yes, Fred and George would be thrilled to hear that.
And Ginny, too, she'd understand. "
"Where did you go, then?"
Asked Hermione in surprise.
"Bill and Fleur's new home, Shell Cottage.
Bill was always good to me, he-he didn't think much of it when he heard what I'd done, but he didn't complain.
He knew I was really sorry. The rest of the family didn't know I was there.
Bill told Mum he and Fleur weren't going back for Christmas, and wanted to spend it on their own. It's the first holiday after their marriage, you know.
I don't think Fleur cares. You know how she hates Tina Warbeck. "
Ron turned his back on the Burrow.
"Let's go up and have a look."
He led the way over the hill.
They walked for hours, and Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak at Hermione's insistence.
There seemed to be only a small wooden house in the low hills, and it looked uninhabited.
"Do you think that's his house? They've gone away for Christmas. "
Hermione peered through the window into a neat little kitchen with geraniums on the windowsill.
Ron snorted disapprovingly.
'Listen, I have a feeling that the Lovegood windows ought to show who lives in them.
Let's look in the hills up ahead. "
They Apparated a few miles further north.
"Aha!"
Cried Ron, as the wind whipped their hair and clothes.
Ron pointed up at the top of their new hill, where a grotesque house stood like a huge black column under a blue sky, with a ghostly moon behind it in the afternoon sky.
"That must be Luna's house. Who else would live in a place like that?
It looks like a big car! "
"It doesn't look like a car at all."
Said Hermione, frowning at the round house.
"I'm talking about a chess car," said Ron. "It's a castle to you."
Ron had the longest legs, and he reached the top first.
When Harry and Hermione caught up, panting and clutching their aching ribs, he was beaming.
"It's their house," said Ron. "Look."
…
"It's their house. Look."
The man in front of them pushed open the door and left the scene behind him.
It was a normal house.
It was decorated in Chinese style, but strangely there was no one.
Only ghosts.
Jon walked into the house. He couldn't control his body, so he moved from a first-person perspective.
He walked to a black and white photo, where there was a small incense burner. Then his body lit three incense sticks, stuck them in the burner, and bowed slightly.
"Mama Ye, ever since I graduated from university, I haven't seen you as a volunteer at the orphanage. Originally, I wanted to find a good time to visit you again, but I didn't expect that we would be separated forever today. Although the fate between you and me is still shallow, I have never forgotten the kindness of guiding me in the past … I will help you clean up the trash, but I heard that Ye Bai is doing it now."
Jon looked at Chen Songyuan, who was standing next to him, and the latter nodded.
"… I heard Ye Bai is doing it. I will go to England in two days to help you take care of Ye Bai. We are no longer students. We will help Ye Bai take care of Ye Bai."
He said in a low voice, then walked out of the room into the blank night.
The picture ended there.
Then Jon could finally control his body.
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