HP Approaches the Magic World

Joanne seemed to have matured overnight.

It seemed that some kind of motherly love button had been pressed by Jon unintentionally. Ever since she came back from the wasteland, Joanne had begun to unleash her "motherly love" on Jon, making Jon feel uncomfortable all over.

Did his performance yesterday go a bit too far?

But no matter what, now Joanne finally stopped thinking about writing herself into the book all the time, and started to pay attention to the situation of the Dursley family.

After all, Joanne came early and had already met Harry Potter himself, so there was no need to continue to observe the appearance. Jon's meeting with Harry Potter yesterday could only be regarded as an accident.

"To be honest, you can actually get a general view from here without using a telescope."

Jon put on his own glasses today. Using magic items does not count as using magic. After the magical feedback attached to the glasses was activated, everything around the Dursleys turned blue.

It was as if there was a huge blue transparent cover covering the entire house, protecting the people inside under the cover.

"Is this the sacrificial spell that Lily Potter used back then?

It is indeed a forbidden curse level, and its effect can last for such a long time."

"What is the Sacrifice Curse?"

Joanne, who was sitting behind the telescope, was observing the situation of the Dursleys through one eye.

"A kind of forbidden spell, but it is not just black magic. This kind of spell is quite special." Jon recalled the content of Helga's teaching and explained to Joanne: "Simply put, it means sacrificing one's own life.

In exchange for power, this power will far exceed the level of magic the caster can achieve.

According to what I know, with Lily Potter's level at the time, if this power was used to attack, it would be enough to level the entire Godric's Hollow, but in the end it would only blow up a manor and a Voldemort. I think, at that time,

Lily may have turned most of her power into this curse to protect her son, and Voldemort's death was purely accidental."

"This curse is so powerful? No wonder Voldemort had to cultivate for so many years before he could come back. By the way, is that Horcrux you mentioned real?"

"Of course Horcruxes exist, otherwise how could Voldemort survive in that situation? I think, in fact, his death was purely a self-inflicted suicide. If Harry had not been killed at that time, how could the Guardian Curse have broken out?

His soul was blown to pieces? It's a coincidence. If his soul hadn't been blown to pieces, Harry wouldn't have a scar on his head, and he wouldn't be able to talk to snakes."

"Talk to snakes? Who did you listen to?"

"When I was at the zoo, I used memory magic to search the python's consciousness... Didn't there be a little accident at that time? I forgot about it. I was planning to tell you, but I met him again unexpectedly.

Potter.”

Jon chuckled: "After all, no one knows which will come first, tomorrow or the accident, right?"

Joanne: "..."

What should I do if she really wants to hit someone now?

"Tell me what you know in detail later. Don't miss anything, otherwise I will have to rewrite the manuscript."

The female writer tried her best to calmly say: "I'm begging you, let's finish these things at once. Give me a chance not to go back and forth to write the beginning. I really want to write the subsequent plot instead of polishing the beginning all the time."

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"It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's because my own memory is rather messy. I just come up with a few things that I can't tell you. You can't force me to remember everything completely. Besides, some things are just my guesses, and some things can't be explained.

If others find out, there will be big trouble."

Jon's words were quite sincere. After all, this was not a lie he told yesterday when he was acting. Just making it up will lead to results. These things will eventually be written out. If they are exposed now, he has something.

Even if I open my mouth, I can’t explain the reason behind this.

Especially since Helga was still asleep, he could only rely on himself to be more careful.

"You don't have to warn me so nervously every time. I know in my heart how worried you are that I can't bear the secret. I won't take the blame for this kind of thing."

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong, but this matter, as well as the previous things, must be kept secret, and no one else can know..."

"enough."

"OK."

Qiaoen knew that those who knew the current affairs were heroes, so he decisively kept his mouth shut.

Fortunately, the house opposite is not peaceful today.

Joanne saw from the camera that the other side was starting to get excited. Just when she was about to tell Jon, she saw that Jon was already watching with great interest.

The glasses he is wearing must be some high-end magic item, and they actually have the effect of a telescope.

Joanne was envious for a moment, then looked away and continued to look.

There were a lot of letters today. Mr. Dursley in the camera dragged his fat body to burn all the letters, and then used a hammer and nails to nail all the cracks in the front and back doors of their home with wooden boards.

One is to prevent someone from stuffing the letter through the crack in the door, and the other is to prevent Harry Potter from going out. Today is quite unusual. Harry is not locked in his room, but is locked in the living room by Petunia De

Sili watched.

"The Dursleys' reaction today seems to be less violent than before. What do you think?"

Jon shook slightly, and then said softly: "It's just the calm before the storm. I guess it's been like this for the past two days, but it will explode next."

The situation on Saturday was indeed more serious than yesterday. Joanne watched Mr. Dursley walking around the living room with unreasonable anger, not knowing who he was calling. Harry was even more silent than yesterday.

Dudley, that little devil in the world, no longer behaves as he did before.

"Aren't you bored watching these things here all day long?"

Joanne wrote something in the notebook. It wasn't that she couldn't write too much, it was mainly because this little thing was enough for her to write dozens of words.

How many words are there in a book?

"It's okay. The vacation I originally expected wasn't even this colorful."

Jon watched the farce on the opposite side with relish. Although he couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, a wonderful drama had already appeared in his mind.

"By the way, Sister Joanne, please pack your clothes and luggage later. We may not be able to stay here for a few days."