HP Approaches the Magic World

After dawn, a new day arrives.

After Jon and Stephen came out of the laboratory, they heard someone reciting poetry on the beach not far away.

Of course, this is normal. After all, you can’t even receive an Internet signal here, so naturally there aren’t any novel toys.

There are no games or TV, and I can only read some poetry collections to relieve the loneliness of isolation.

Of course, it would be even happier if this person was not reciting Haiyan.

"What I hate the most is this feeling. I clearly know that others have given me a nickname, and then this kind of inexplicable coincidence always makes me feel uncomfortable."

Stephen did not hold the same view: "At least, the meaning of this poem is very good, isn't it?"

"You don't understand, the sadness in my heart is not because of a poem."

Jon looked at the place where the sea and the sky meet, and the rising sun sighed.

In this world, language is actually a very wonderful thing.

Because it is just an external expression tool, not a real and effective communication channel.

When human beings communicate, they do not understand the language, but directly understand the meaning, and use the language they are familiar with to reconstruct what the other party said in their minds.

And Jon's language is Chinese.

This was the word order he used most often, although he was also good at Latin.

However, when communicating with others, he often goes through what others mean in his mind before answering.

So when he heard someone else reciting Haiyan, the first thing that came to his mind was not the poem itself, but a familiar sketch.

This feeling of embarrassment is something that no one else can understand.

Stephen was used to his inexplicable changes throughout the day. At this time, his state felt like when he was in first grade. He also couldn't understand what Jon was doing, but at that time, he just didn't understand.

Now he chooses not to care.

Jon doesn't make mistakes anyway.

Being blindly confident in what you believe in is a common human problem, and Stephen is also human, so he is no exception.

But today is more or less strange.

"Is there something you are holding back in your heart that you haven't told us?"

Since Stephen asked, Helga didn't hide anything. He briefly talked about the extra memory in his mind, but didn't say anything else. He just emphasized the matter of friends.

"So, you suspect that someone is doing something behind your back, and this person is your very good friend?"

Stephen obviously thought that Chen Songyuan was a friend that Jon had made in recent years, and had never thought that Chen Songyuan's identity was older and more distant than he imagined.

"I've been upset lately."

Jon touched his pocket as a habit, but found nothing. Instead, Stephen stretched out his hand and gave him a cigarette.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, but does this matter put so much pressure on you? You only picked up the habit of smoking when you were stressed out recently, but you don't have any cigarettes today."

yes.

Stephen didn't tell Jon that he didn't notice that he had been smoking very frequently recently.

The frequency is a bit outrageous.

"My current state should be due to my sudden leisure."

Stephen turned Jon's face, and the expression on his face clearly said: What are you farting?

"I'm not kidding, what I said is true. The reason why I am in this state is because everything has begun to follow my design and is gradually moving towards results.

That’s why I have nothing to do, and that’s why I’m like this now. If a person who has been busy all the time suddenly becomes free, it will always become a little chaotic.”

Fallacies.

But Stephen doesn’t intend to dwell on this issue with Jon, because no matter whether Jon has time or things to do, he still has something to do.

Jon is only responsible for setting plans and goals. As for how to do it specifically, the people below need to do it.

However, besides the Order of the Phoenix, he is the one below.

"If you still plan to continue to be sentimental, you can rest here for a few more days to relieve your inner pressure, or find a suitable way to release it. I don't have that much time to play with you here. I want to

gone back,

The Society still has a lot to do, and we have to cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix to protect the Boy-Who-Lived, which is really tiring. Isn’t he the Boy-Who-Lived? Why does he need us to protect him?"

"Don't complain about this kind of thing. Complaining is meaningless. No matter how much you complain, can it change the process and outcome of anything?

After it's over, don't you still have to go back and protect him?

There is no other way to do this. He is not strong, but he is very important. He is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and it is also the most special Horcrux with self-will. We must let him reach the preset stage.

It only works on the track, but Dumbledore has already laid the basics, and now we just need to perfect the final operation part."

"We are here to improve it, and you don't have to do anything. If you are willing to directly kill Voldemort, I will actually be happier, but then you will not be happy.

I understand you, so I didn’t make this request, but please don’t always cause trouble to me, okay?”

"well……"

Jon sighed and said no more.

And I didn’t expect that one day I would be disliked.

Now that things here are over, there is no need for Stephen to stay here. Among the people working under Jon, Anthony and the company are responsible for the things that Stephen, as the representative of the Magic Research Association, has always been responsible for.

Hands-off.

Whatever position Mr. Weasley holds in the company has nothing to do with them.

The main job of the Magic Research Association is to study magic. Whether it is making money or developing on a secular level, they are actually not particularly good at it.

It is difficult to understand who is good at what, but fortunately Jon can do this and balance it well.

"Then you'd better go back first. I'll think about it here by myself. Maybe I'll figure it out in no time. But you still have to worry about Harry. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​short of manpower, and Anthony and the others don't have the knowledge of the wizarding world like you.

So understand.”

"I understand. Since we decided to do this in the first place, we will definitely do it well."

Stephen made a gesture, then apparated out of the air and disappeared.

Jon looked at the rough waves in front of him and sighed again.