HP Approaches the Magical World

The next day's Quidditch match was of course on time.

It was a sunny and cold day, the Hogwarts dining room smelled of grilled sausages, and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch match.

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

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

The arrival of the three of Stephen just solved his problem of not having enough ingredients.

Since Jon moved out, in addition to Stephen, Fren and Scully also learned the Disillusionment Charm in a very short period of time, and the speed was so fast that even Jon found it unbelievable.

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

Jon thinks it is probably because it is more tempting to come out to play after learning, and another temptation in front of him now is the temptation of 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 was able to spend in Hogwarts, and he will leave when the turmoil begins in the later stage.

For Stephen and the others, at that time, let alone a cozy barbecue, even the food made by the elves may not be able to enjoy it well.

"But having said that, isn't it inappropriate for none of you to go to the game?"

Stephen was busy writing a small thesis on Jon's desk. As an excellent student with outstanding grades, he did not have the luck of Jon to be given the green light by teachers of various subjects, so he had to study harder to get good grades.

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

"What's so unbalanced, there is a gap between people."

Middle student Fren comforted, Sculley was cutting fruit by the fireplace (this is also Jon's private collection, watermelons and peaches he got from nowhere), and he was helping Stephen organize the recent reports submitted by people.

During the recent period, 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 produced by ghosts, elves, and Peeves. Records are more useful.

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

In the public, Harry and his friends will not say too much about his secrets, and Jon has highlighted all available materials.

"But I think Paul is indeed talented. He can accurately grasp the key points we need."

Fran flipped through a report, and the Paul he was talking about was Paul McLaren, a Hufflepuff second-year student, a pure Muggle-born wizard.

"I heard that his father was doing intelligence work, and he was in an organization called 0, I don't remember."

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

"MI0, as I told you, Joanne used to be a member of that organization, and now, oh, still is."

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

The warming drawer, something Jon himself reworked.

"Speaking of which, it seems that you haven't been out for a long time. You have been doing these things in school recently?"

After reading the information, Fren put down the file in his hand: "You make me want my father to go to that organization."

"Special institutions are not so easy to get into. To be honest, you can stay in human society.

By the way, as I said before, how do you think about letting my uncle come to my company? "

"I have no objection at all. The main reason is that my father himself doesn't want to change his job. If you ask me, it's not a bad thing to be a legal consultant for your company. Anyway, it's not a bad thing to be a lawyer somewhere?"

"I totally agree with you." Jon said, "Hurry up and persuade uncle, I really need a trustworthy legal advisor."

In fact, where does he need a legal adviser? It's just that Fren's father is bound to be affected because Britain is about to experience an economic recession, so Jon insists that he can help, and intends to help.

In fact, with the current company size of the A.O. Fund, you can find any kind of legal counsel.

The reason why Jon has the confidence to help people in this way is entirely because his branch company returned to the UK to make money when the British economy is damaged and the financial system is attacked by the outside world.

So, at least Fren's father is in his company, and there is no problem with guaranteeing a normal income.

Of course, Fren 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, such a relationship structure is very common.

Stephen even moved his own house next to Jon's!

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

He has always listened to his parents, and now his parents should listen to him.

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

Therefore, no matter what the reason was that his father disagreed, Fren had made up his mind to change his father's job.

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

Stephen also put down the pen in his hand and leaned over to eat something.

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

Totally out of boredom.

"It's just that you brought a broom?"

Sculley spread his hands: "Even if I could use the Disillusionment Charm to sneak over, I don't want to go there. In fact, after I've eaten and drank, I don't want to move anymore."

"There is no broom, but why do we have to use a broom? We can fly over."

Jon said that without doing anything, he had already floated off the ground: "Look, it's like this, who said wizards must use a broom to fly."

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

You're not going to teach us the black arts, are you? "