HP Approaches the Magical World

"Good morning, ma'am."

The man at the door was dressed like a newspaper boy, holding only a newspaper in his hand, and he didn't know who it was for.

"Your newspaper."

"Come in, Mr. Peasegood."

After drinking the last sip of milk, Jon came out of the restaurant. He had seen Pisgood before, and it seemed that Mrs. Smith had taken Jon to the Ministry of Magic before.

"You're just carrying a newspaper, and the pretense is so pointless."

"Hahahaha, little Jon, you are still so interesting, let uncle see how tall you are."

Pisgood is actually very young, not as difficult to get along with as Joanne said, and he is a little familiar in private. He and Mrs. Smith are not a few years apart. The only thing that is not good is that he looks too ordinary.

He is a little over 1.8 meters tall, and his body is thin but healthy. His face is that of the British public, but Peasegood is very satisfied with his appearance.

He was originally an amnestic, and his ordinary looks were good for his work.

Joanne got out of the way in a timely manner, let Mr. Peasegood in, then put the newspaper in her hand on the coffee table, turned and entered the kitchen.

"Little Jon, I heard from your mother, what on earth are you trying to do when you run out of the house, and you even came here? It's not like you don't know, but here is..."

"I know, I know!" Jon pulled the man over and pressed him on the sofa: "Let's talk about the business first, and we can talk about other things when we have time. How is the thing I asked you to do?"

"Little kid, when you grow up, you won't be liked at all."

Pisgood cursed with a smile, and took out two cowhide rolls from his pocket.

"These two are enough."

Jon took the parchment roll, untied the string on it, and unfolded the scroll.

"Huh? Agreed directly? Don't you need to investigate?"

"Investigate, investigate what?"

Pisgood pouted and muttered, "You don't really think this is a serious matter, do you?"

"Otherwise? And as I said, this book records Harry Potter's life, and it may be published in the Muggle world."

"And then there is no after."

Pisgood interrupted Jon, and rubbed Jon's head helplessly and sympathetically: "It's useless, do you think that recording Harry Potter's life for so many years or using the 'Boy Who Lived' Are there few people who write stories for the core?

Do you think you are the only one who can think of how much income this kind of work with the protagonist's own influence can bring to the creator?

But with the Ministry of Magic secretly controlling them, they have no way to publish their works in the wizarding world. As for the Muggle world... who do you think would dare?

And to be honest, there are eight hundred if not a thousand storybooks on the subject of the wizarding world in the Muggle world. In Europe and even in the West, there has never been a shortage of people writing this kind of storybook, but how many of them are famous?

We also have to live. Writing is a matter of chance. Without channels, works are nothing. You should know this matter better than me. "

Of course Jon is clear, because he thought of this level from the very beginning. Wizards also need money and fame. Harry Potter, in the Internet age, is an internet celebrity with a lot of traffic. Works with his name will receive a wide range of attention.

And this kind of control behavior of the Ministry of Magic is no different from the ban.

Only the name is different.

"Those things, I will find a way, as long as your side passes it."

"Are you going to think of a way to let your old lady communicate with Minister Fudge? Don't think about it, after all, your old lady has been away from the Ministry of Magic for almost twenty years."

"It's been more than twenty years. After my old lady failed in the election, she left the Ministry of Magic and returned home within two years."

Jon corrected Pisgood's statement, rewound the notification letter in his hand and put it away, and handed it to Joanne who came over.

Joanne put down the tray in her hand, put a glass of juice in front of Pisgood, and put away the letter.

In any case, this is at least an approval from the Ministry of Magic, which is a guarantee for Joanne.

As for whether it can be published in the Muggle world, that is something Jon needs to worry about. Anyway, Jon said that this is an investment, so he will never let his investment really lose money.

Someone helps me realize my dream, which is a good thing that not many people can encounter.

Pisgood obviously had other things to do, so he left without sitting here for too long, leaving Jon and Joanne alone in the room with nothing to do.

Especially Jon, Joanne can at least write a book, he's just really bored.

He originally planned to see the real face of the savior, but the Dursleys "hid" Harry Potter so well that it had been almost ten days, and he hadn't even seen Harry Potter's face.

But there is no rush, we will see you sooner or later.

By the way, after waiting for two days, I have to go to the shipping company to rent a boat in advance.

Keeping this matter silently in his heart, Jon began to think about what to do next.

The bracelet of silence is very powerful, but it is also limited in use. Every time Jon uses magic, it will cause a certain amount of pressure on the bracelet. It’s not that there is something wrong with the magic that Helga added to the bracelet. That magic is enough Powerful, because the material of Jon's bracelet is not very good.

But now there are no very good materials, and the wood of the guardian tree is already considered to be one of the better enchanting materials.

In Jon's mind, iron birch is naturally the best material. There is very little stock of this kind of wood in the UK, and it is basically wood from a long time ago. Although this kind of wood is very hard, it will eventually decay.

"How about we go to the zoo in the afternoon?"

On a whim, Jon raised his head and asked Joanne who was sorting out the manuscript, only to get a confused face from the latter.

"That is, the zoo you were supposed to put at the beginning of the book. Let's go over there and have a look. By the way, how is your apartment in Manchester going?"

"It's almost there. My friend has already booked a place for me. It should be good. He said that he will send the photos here in a few days, and we'll see when the time comes."

Joanne replied, and then began to think about the previous question.

"The zoo... If you want to go, I think we have to go now. The place is still a long way from here. We have to find a car."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go now."