HP Approaches the Magic World

Of course the Quidditch match the next day was held on time.

The weather on this day was sunny and cold, and the dining hall of Hogwarts was filled with the enticing smell of grilled sausages. Everyone was looking forward to a wonderful Quidditch match and chatted happily.

However, the excitement inside the school seemed to have nothing to do with Jon.

At eleven o'clock, when it seemed that all the teachers and students in the school were in the stands around the Quidditch pitch, Jon had already opened his small kitchen and was preparing to make himself something to eat.

The arrival of the three Stephens just solved his problem of insufficient food ingredients.

Since Jon moved out, in addition to Stephen, Fulen and Scully also learned the Disguise Charm in a very short time, so fast that even Jon found it incredible.

Why didn't I know they were so talented when I taught them magic last semester?

Jon thought it was probably because it was more tempting to go out and play after learning it, and now another temptation before him was the temptation of delicious food.

The fresh raw materials and sliced ​​meat that Stephen and the others brought from the kitchen elves gave Jon the urge to cook a barbecue in this cold weather.

After all, there are only a few years left of the comfortable time he can spend in Hogwarts, and he will leave when the turmoil begins in the later period.

As for Stephen and the others, at that time, let alone a comfortable barbecue, even the food cooked by the elves may not be able to be fully enjoyed.

"But having said that, wouldn't it be inappropriate for a few of you not to go to the game?"

Stephen was busy writing a short paper on Jon's desk. As an outstanding student with outstanding grades, he was not as lucky as Jon to be given the green light by teachers in various subjects, so he had to study harder to get good grades.

——Even Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor who didn't know Jon's identity, wasn't very strict with Jon, which made Stephen feel very unbalanced.

"What's so unbalanced? There are inherent differences between people."

Flan, a middle-aged student, comforted him. Scully was cutting fruit by the fireplace (this is also Jon's private collection, watermelons and peaches from someone who knows where), and he was helping Stephen tidy up his clothes.

Reports submitted by people.

Recently, there has been less and less useful information. Except for occasions like competitions where students can collect some useful information, at other times, it is all created by ghosts, elves and Peeves.

Logging is more useful.

But this is understandable, after all, the students' main task is not only to record daily life, but also to protect Harry's safety.

In public, Harry and his friends would not say too much about his secrets, and Jon had highlighted the materials that could be used.

"But I think Paul does have talent, and he can accurately grasp the key points we need."

Flan took a report and flipped through it. The Paul he was talking about was named Paul MacLaren. He was a second-year Hufflepuff student and a young wizard with pure Muggle origin.

"I heard that his father was engaged in intelligence work. He was in an agency called 0. I didn't remember it."

Scully came over with fruits and placed them on the small round table that had just been brought in from outside.

"MI0, as I told you, Joanne was once a member of that organization, and now, oh, still is."

At this moment, Jon had already roasted the meat slices and brought them over. He raised his hand and waved his magic wand, taking out a few cups of warm juice from the drawer on the side.

The warming drawer, something Jon modified himself.

"It sounds like you haven't been out for a long time. Have you been doing this in school recently?"

After reading the information, Fulen put down the file in his hand: "What you said makes me want my father to join that organization."

"It's not that easy to get into special institutions. I can just stay in human society. By the way, as I said before, how have you considered letting your uncle come to my company?"

"I have no objection at all. The main reason is that my father doesn't want to change his job. Let me tell you, it's not a bad thing to be a legal consultant for your company. Why don't you become a lawyer anyway?"

"I completely agree with you." Jon said: "It's better to persuade my uncle quickly. I really need a trustworthy legal advisor."

In fact, why does he need a legal adviser? It's just because the UK is about to experience an economic recession, and Flan's father will inevitably be affected, so Jon decides to help if he can, and plans to help.

In fact, with A.O. Fund’s current company size, it can find any kind of legal advisor.

The reason why Jon has the confidence to help people in this way is simply because his branch returned to the UK just to make a profit when the British economy was damaged and the financial system was attacked by outsiders.

Therefore, at least Flan's father is in his company and there is no problem in ensuring normal income.

Of course, Fulen didn't think so. He just thought it was because of the relationship between Jon and himself, so he hoped that this system could spread to his parents' generation - in fact, this kind of relationship structure is very common.

Stephen is even moving his own home next to Jon’s house!

This kind of thing is always decided by them, and Fulen really wants to make this decision for his father.

I have always listened to my parents, and now it is time for my parents to listen to him.

When young people have power, they will always have such thoughts.

Therefore, no matter what the reason was for his father's disapproval, Fulen had already made up his mind to change his father's job.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about this later. We still have a long time to deal with this matter."

Stephen also put down his pen and came over to have something to eat.

After the four people had eaten and drank enough, they planned to go out and watch the game.

Totally out of boredom.

"But did you bring brooms?"

Scully spread his hands: "Even if I could use the Disguise Charm to sneak past, I don't want to walk over. In fact, after I've eaten and drank enough, I don't want to move at all."

"There are no brooms, but why do we have to use brooms? We can fly there."

Jon said, without doing anything, he was already floating off the ground: "Look, just like this, who said wizards must use brooms to fly."

"Wait a minute, Jon, I remember I've seen this kind of flying magic before, on that dark wizard employee of yours.

You’re not going to teach us black magic, are you?”