HP Approaches the Magical World

July 31st is Harry Potter's birthday.

But for Joanne, this day is an ordinary Tuesday.

She only got up from bed at nine o'clock that day, when the room above the reef was empty.

She went in and wrote a profile, and made the most reasonable inference based on what she heard last night.

Keeping this in mind, Joanne turned and walked out of the crumbling room.

"How is it?" On the boat under the reef, Jon looked up at Joanne, who jumped off, and her good physical fitness made her fall firmly on the deck. "It's almost there, why, I'm leaving. ?"

"Right." Jon nodded. "The things here are basically almost the same. Is there anything else you haven't collected yet?"

Joanne thought for a while, then shook her head, "No, basically it's almost the same, just a little bit more."

"Diagon Alley?"

Joanne nodded.

"It's too late, Harry and the others have already gone to Diagon Alley, and you can't get in."

Jon shook his head and denied, "But then I can prepare a copy of the relevant shop for you, you should use it, and Harry Potter's observation log, I will send you regularly, the rest, you will play as a writer With your imagination."

"Okay, let's go now."

"Go call Rank, and bring back my paper by the way."

Breakfast was settled on the boat. Rank, who got dressed, was quite normal at first, but as soon as he approached Jon, he couldn't help but bowed his head like a servant.

Fortunately, there was nothing else but this strange thing during the whole breakfast.

"What did you do to him? Isn't it just a little magic?"

"How do I know." Taking advantage of this gap when Rank was driving, Jon and Joanne started gossiping, "I guess what went wrong, I'll be studying later."

"All right, where shall we go next?"

"Will Privet Drive pick up things, then go to Manchester to see your new home, and after that, I should leave."

"So fast?"

"I've been here for too long, and I won't be able to hold it any longer."

Jon shook his hand. "I can't make it anymore. I wanted to see Harry. Now, I don't have any motivation to keep going."

"Well, you have to go back to school anyway. I won't bother you. I will contact you again if you have anything to do."

Within two sentences, Rank had already driven the car over.

In the car, there was nothing to say.

Jon doesn’t have much stuff, a small suitcase, but Joanne’s stuff is a bit too much, and she also has a lot of stuff in the staff dormitory in Manchester.

"Actually, there is nothing upstairs, only some information. I can do it alone."

Joanne refused Rank's intention to help, and gave Jon a look before getting out of the car.

Okay, now this lady won't be down for a while.

"Boss, where are you in a while? I'll drive you there later."

"No, I can go by myself, and don't try to stare at me, Dumbledore probably didn't give you this kind of instruction."

silence.

"Boss, what are you talking about?"

Rank's laughter sounded rather blunt.

Jon was too lazy to go around, he simply said, "Ranke Meadows, 23 years old, graduated from Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry five years ago, your aunt Dorcas Meadows, former member of the Order of the Phoenix , Died under Voldemort in 1981. After the Meadows family immigrated to France, you also transferred from Hogwarts to Boothbarton. Two years after graduation, you returned to England and joined the Order of the Phoenix. Am I right? "

There was silence in the carriage.

After a long time, Ranke slowly nodded, "You are not wrong, but... how did you find me?"

"My father won't intervene in my life easily, unless my mother scared and ordered. I know that my grandmother and Dumbledore have personal relationships, but I have never used these relationships. I don't know if Dumbledore told me. You, but my identity is not as simple as it seems to the outside world."

"Principal Dumbledore has not told me what your identity is, but he has previously explained that when I am here, I will completely obey your orders, and there is no need to report anything to him..."

Rank pursed his lips, "I really didn't mean anything, you don't have to watch me."

"The purpose of my appearance is actually just to protect you."

"I never doubted your purpose, because I totally believed in Dumbledore's character."

Jon turned his head and looked out of the car window, estimating the time for Joanne to go downstairs. "I said it at the beginning. Dumbledore knows who I am. If he really wants to know, just Just let Fox send a letter to ask me, there is no need to send a new person, and I didn’t hide this in the first place. Dumbledore knew what I wanted to do without guessing, yours. Appeared. Dumbledore should have arranged to assist Joanne, right?"

Rank did not speak.

"Not speaking means acquiescence. I guessed that Dumbledore must have thought of my purpose. I will discuss this matter with Dumbledore personally after I return to school. As for you..." Jon thought for a while. Just help Joanne here. I value her book very much, and Dumbledore should also value it now."

"Okay, I will protect Miss Rowling."

"Also, don't report my whereabouts to my family, and don't let them disturb Joanne. You should obey Dumbledore's orders, not my grandmother's."

Rank stopped speaking again.

Because Joanne has come down.

It is naturally impossible to help Joanne move this kind of physical strength to be Jon's business. Rank and Joanne can handle it completely. After finishing moving things, Rank will drive Jon to the station.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Huh? I told you not to ask?"

"This is what Professor Dumbledore asked me to ask~www.wuxiahere.com~ He said, if you want to go abroad, it is best not to go out at this time, it is not safe."

Rank said as he drove, "The professor said, time and happiness can make hatred fade, so you don't get too aggressive."

"Really, then you help me tell Dumbledore that I will not go out. I am not so reckless and will protect myself. Besides, how can the hatred disappear naturally?"

Jon remembered a sentence he didn't know where he heard it, and raised his head and said to Rank, "Hate can only be solved with hatred."