HP Approaches the Magic World

In fact, Jon has not completed the magic world transformation plan at all.

But the outline alone is already written on a stack of parchment, and such a plan cannot be completed in a short while.

This is something like a guarantee, indicating that Jon will not leave the school until this is completed.

For Dumbledore, this was an unexpected surprise, because he could see that the plan was feasible, but it was difficult to carry out the plan without a theoretical basis.

"That's why I left the dormitory and came here. How much free space can you give me in the castle?"

Dumbledore placed the first draft of the plan on the small table in the garden, with a satisfied look on his face: "Now that the matter has come to this, I will temporarily allow you to complete your own affairs here, except for one thing.

There can be no problems with the plan we made before."

"Of course, don't worry, I think Stephen can handle these things very well, what do you think?"

"Of course, that's a very good child. By the way, Rank told me that the female writer you found has already written part of the first draft. Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Of course not. If you can become the content consultant for this book, I would be happy to ask for it. I believe Joanne will not refuse this."

Jon smiled and sent the great god away, and just as he turned back to sit on the bed, his face immediately turned cold.

Dumbledore was reminding, or threatening him, reminding him that there was a person named Joanne who was under the control of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

"Compared with the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the followers of Grindelwald, who is more powerful?"

He muttered in a low voice and moved his fingers unconsciously on the bed rail.

Joanne is a highly trained investigator, but she is a Muggle after all and cannot stop a wizard's attack.

But if two wizards are fighting, she should have no problem protecting herself.

Jon thought about it, but still didn't sleep. Instead, he sorted out the matter, wrote a letter, and sent it to Kane, who had been awake for a while.

The barrier at the training ground seems to have no effect on owls. I don't know what magical abilities these magical creatures have. Anyway, it's like they are cheating. There is no place in the sky or on the earth that they cannot go.

…

It takes time to send a letter back and forth, and it also takes time to decode the secret words Jon wrote in the letter, so Jon has to wait.

Waiting for this thing is a bit leisurely, just like there are lazy and fishy behaviors during normal work, Jon just gave himself a small holiday today.

But before the vacation even started, two uninvited guests came to his place.

Stephen and Eddie came together, seemingly looking for Jon on something important.

"What are you doing here?"

Jon was confused. He rarely saw these two people walking together. Although Eddie was helping him with things, he rarely came to see him, nor did he go out of his way to come with Stephen.

And importantly, Jon did not tell Stephen the location and method of entry.

"Professor Snape said you were here."

Stephen said with some embarrassment, obviously it was something he didn't want to remember.

Of course, Jon would not understand the horror of Snape, and it would be in vain to say so.

"What's the matter? Professor Snape needs you to come to me?"

"In the morning, Professor Sprout lost several students when he led the students from our college and Ravenclaw to collect herbs. Later, the students from Slytherin and Gryffindor did not know that they heard that

What, or some strange bet was made, anyway, a few students were trapped when they went out to explore."

"So? No one was found?"

"They found it, but after Professor Snape looked at it, he found that they had broken into an illusion created by others. The outermost part of the illusion is the force field of [Poseidon]. Professor Snape asked us to find them.

You let him go."

"Let him go? It's a small matter."

Under the warm sun, Jon, lying on the chair, gently fiddled with the ripples derived from [Poseidon]. The water vapor in the air condensed into lines near his fingertips, connecting them to the barrier above his head.

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Right in front of him, a small water polo appeared, and at the same time, the barrier covering the training ground also rippled, carefully projecting the scene at the edge of the Forbidden Forest not far away into the water polo.

Not far from the training ground, confused figures were wandering in the dim light of the Forbidden Forest. Among them were even a few pure-blooded young wizards from the four major colleges. They looked like they were in second or third grade. They were wearing exquisite clothes.

He was wearing a long robe and darted left and right in the forest in a panic.

It's as if they can't see the people they are walking with or the road ahead. In this jungle that they can't get out of no matter what, these students are like bugs, trapped in an endless loop over and over again, even if they are with each other.

They just passed by each other or even bumped into each other head-on. They seemed to be unconscious and moved forward in a daze.

It was as if they could never come out without Jon's permission.

Seeing this scene, Stephen's eyes lit up:

"Have you advanced again?"

"Well, it's just a small improvement, not worth mentioning."

Jon pressed it casually, and the little wizards who were obsessed with the illusion fell to the ground one after another.

"Okay, the illusion has been lifted, but you two have to come up with a reason for me, otherwise everyone will run here and I won't be able to live anymore?"

"The reason is simple. Professor Snape has already taken care of it, saying that there is a hallucinogenic strain growing here, and Professor Sprout has also banned students from coming here."

"I hope it works."

Jon wrinkled his nose, feeling that it was not very reliable. He should take good care of the defensive measures here in the future.

"By the way, Professor Quirrell doesn't know about this, right?"

"Professor Quirrell?"

Stephen shook his head: "The professor has taken leave for the past two days and is not in the school. By the way, you have missed two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. The leave note issued by Madam Pomfrey has expired. She asked me to remind you.

Pay attention to the time to make up for the leave note.”

"No need, I've finished all the things I've been doing in the past two days, and classes will start as normal tomorrow."

"That's good, feel free to tell me what you need me to do."

"How about you just move here? There's a lot of space anyway, as long as you don't cause trouble."

"Um...I'm leaving first?"

While Stephen was thinking, Eddie popped up weakly: "Are those students still lying in the elves?"

"Okay, then you go rescue people first."

Jon shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he could leave.