HP Approaches the Magic World

It's over.

Ronas's voice reached Joanne's ears, as if it was a death sentence for Joanne, and Joanne's heart suddenly sank.

"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you, and it's really just my way here this time."

Ronas raised his hand to cover his mouth and coughed softly.

"Teacher, are you injured?"

Joanne was familiar with her teacher's various ways of doing things, so she naturally knew what wearing gloves meant and what caused the cough.

"Sequelae of using ST, normal reaction."

Ronas smiled and had no intention of hiding it in front of Joanne. Moreover, Joanne's identity was originally a non-staff member of the organization, so there was no need to keep it strictly confidential: "This time, two African stowaway wizards appeared in the country.

Those shady officials couldn’t deal with them directly, so they had no choice but to dispatch us.”

"Didn't you bring any medicine?"

Ronas shook his head. Obviously, his appearance here this time was completely unexpected.

"I just came here to remind you that someone is coming to you about this matter. You don't need to think about how to explain it to me. I have read the report you submitted and I think it's a good idea."

A hint of joy flashed on Joanne's face, but she soon fell silent.

Because Ronas is now only a regional director of MI0, and can only be responsible for the affairs of Muggle members, Joanne's matter is a big one and cannot be handled by him alone.

Joanne knew this too.

so……

"Someone will come here soon to discuss this matter with you. You'd better prepare in advance. The person who comes should be someone from the wizard's Ministry of Magic."

…

After separating from Rhonas, Joanne walked back with deep thoughts.

"Why are you downstairs? Aren't you asleep?"

When she opened the door and saw Jon sitting on the sofa, Joanne was very surprised.

"I was woken up by you."

Jon waved the Coke in his hand and motioned for Joanne to sit down and talk.

"Going out to meet someone?"

"How did you know?"

Joanne thought Jon was spying on her, and there was a little unpleasant look on her face, but she still sat down.

"Don't worry, I didn't spy on you. I just saw the watch on your table when I came out of the room. You didn't take such an important thing with you. It must be because the person you went to see could recognize the detector.

"

Jon took a sip of the coke. After leaving it for so long, there were not many bubbles left.

"Have people from MI0 come here?"

"This is my teacher, but he is not here to punish me."

"Of course I'm not here to investigate. As early as a month ago, I was already helping you to clear the relationship with the Ministry of Magic. Someone will indeed come to verify your identity, and I already know this candidate."

Jon took out a letter from his hand and handed it to Joanne: "Look at this and write your book carefully. Don't worry about anything else."

"Arnold Peacegood?"

Joanne took the letter, opened it, and read it. She immediately saw the name at the bottom of the letter, and then she was stunned for a moment, reflecting.

"Strange, I know this person. We have worked together before. He is from the Magic Accidents and Disasters Department of the Ministry of Magic. He works in the Memory Cancellation Command. Sometimes we need to go on missions with the Ministry of Magic. If our own wizard draws

If there is no manpower available, we will borrow manpower from the Memory Cancellation Command."

"It's just dirty work, I understand."

Jon nodded, indicating that he understood.

"It's not dirty work, because we are not what we should appear on the surface, you know."

Joanne explained, then closed the letter in her hand: "I remember that Pisgood was a bit difficult to get along with. How did you convince him? Moreover, this incident itself should not be a memory.

What about canceling the command post?”

"There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with money. If there is, then there is still human kindness. As long as he lives in this society, there will naturally be ways to solve this kind of problem."

I don't know why, but after listening to Jon say a few words, Joanne suddenly relaxed.

She sighed, picked up the Coke and pulled the tab. She looked up as a habit to look at the time on the clock, but when she looked up, she saw Jon sitting opposite.

Just like a certain tycoon sitting on the sofa at home drinking red wine, Jon looked calm and relaxed, drinking the Coke from the can very calmly, as if it was some kind of expensive champagne.

"Why are you so calm?"

The doubts that had been hidden in Joanne's heart for a long time came to mind and blurted out at this moment.

"Even if you have been educated by elite children since childhood, you should not behave so maturely. We have seen you before. At that time, you were still very young and cute, but you are not as mature and stable as you are now.

He looks like those successful men who are decades old, calm, old-fashioned, and always very stable."

"Of course people change, sister Joanne, and we were not familiar with each other before. In fact, I have always been like this."

Jon shook the watch on his hand and pointed to the clock on his head behind him: "It's getting late. I should go back to bed. You should go to bed early too. Don't think about useless things. Anyway, we

The goal now is the same."

"Of course, I know that. I don't mean anything else. It's just that there are some things that you always need to ask clearly."

Joanne looked at Jon who stood up. Jon looked tall and thin, not looking like a 12-year-old boy at all.

Some people believe that he is 21 years old.

What do children today eat to grow up to be so tall?

Joanne shook her head to get rid of these inexplicable thoughts from her mind, lowered her head and said: "No matter what, I have to thank you for these things, whether it is my book, this time, or...

No matter what else, I should thank you for your help."

Jon, who was going upstairs, paused when he heard this.

"Why are you grateful? There is no need to say this kind of thing. Sister Qiao An, the personal relationship between us is something that should be discussed in private, but your creation and my support for you should be work.

Yes, there is no need to discuss feelings over work, because my help to you is not based on our friendship, but from the perspective of an investor. This is my investment in you, and I believe in your ability.

, and I’m also optimistic about your ideas. If you really feel emotionally uncomfortable, you might as well treat your work well and bring me greater benefits."

"What do you think?"