HP Approaches the Magic World

July 31st is Harry Potter's birthday.

But for Joanne, this day is just an ordinary Tuesday.

She didn't get out of bed until nine o'clock that day, and by that time there was no one in the room above the rock.

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

With these contents in mind, Joanne turned and walked out of the crumbling room.

"How's it going?" On the boat below the reef, Jon looked up at Joanne above. The latter jumped down, and her good physical fitness allowed her to land firmly on the deck: "It's almost done. What, we have to leave.

Already?"

"Yes." Jon nodded: "That's pretty much it here. Is there anything else you haven't collected yet?"

Joanne thought for a moment, then shook her head: "No, it's basically almost done, there's just one thing missing."

"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 in denial: "But I can prepare a related store for you later, which you should use, and Harry Potter's observation journal. I will also send it to you regularly. You can use the rest.

Let the writer’s imagination handle it.”

"Okay, let's go now."

"Go and call Rank, and bring back my piece of paper."

Breakfast was served on the boat, and Rank, who got dressed and came out, was relatively normal at first, but when he approached Jon, he couldn't help but lower his head, acting like a servant.

Fortunately, there was nothing else during the entire breakfast except this weird looking thing.

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

"How do I know?" While Rank was driving, Jon and Joanne started gossiping: "I guess something went wrong. I'll study it later."

"Okay, then where should we go next?"

"Go to Privet Drive to pick up your things, then go to Manchester to see your new home. After that, it's time for me to leave."

"So fast?"

"I've been here too long and I can't stand it any longer."

Jon shook his hand and said, "I really can't hold on any longer. I originally wanted to see Harry, but now, I have no motivation to keep going."

"That's okay. You have to go back to school anyway, so I won't disturb you anymore. If you have any questions, please contact me."

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

We got in the car and were speechless all the way.

Jon didn't have many things, just a small suitcase, but Joanne had a lot of things, and she also had a lot of things in the staff dormitory in Manchester.

"Actually, there's nothing upstairs, just some information. I can do it alone."

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

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

"Boss, where will you be soon? I will drive you there later."

"No need, I can leave by myself, and don't try to stare at me. Dumbledore probably didn't give you such an order."

silence.

"Boss, what are you talking about?"

Rank's laughter sounded rather raw.

Jon didn't bother to beat around the bush, he simply said: "Rank Meadows, twenty-three years old, graduated from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry five years ago, your aunt Dorcas Meadows, former Order of the Phoenix

Member, died at the hands of Voldemort in 1981. After that, the Meadows family immigrated to France. You also transferred to Beauxbatons from Hogwarts. 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 nodded slowly: "You are right, but...how did you find me?"

"My father will not easily interfere in my life, unless my mother scares me. I know that my grandmother has a personal relationship with Dumbledore, but I have never taken advantage of these relationships. I don't know if Dumbledore told

You, but my identity is not as simple as it seems to the outside world."

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

Rank pursed his lips and said, "I really don't mean any harm, so you don't need to be wary of me."

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

"I have never doubted your purpose because I completely believe in Dumbledore's character."

Jon turned his head and looked out the car window, estimating the time it would take for Joanne to go downstairs: "I just said at the beginning that Dumbledore knows my identity. If he really wants to know something,

Just ask Fox to send a letter to ask me. There is no need to send a new person. Moreover, I never hid this matter from the beginning. Dumbledore knew what I wanted to do without even guessing. You

The appearance of Dumbledore should be arranged by Dumbledore to assist Joanne, right?"

Rank said nothing.

"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 stay here and help Joanne. I value her books very much, and Dumbledore should also value them now."

"Okay, I will protect Miss Luo Lin."

"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 was silent again.

Because Joanne has already come down.

Naturally, it was not Jon's job to help Joanne move with such physical strength. Rank and Joanne could handle it completely. After they finished moving things, Rank drove Jon to the station.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you not to ask?"

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to ask this. He said that 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 that time and happiness can make hatred fade and stop you from being too aggressive."

"Really? Then help me tell Dumbledore that I will not go out. I am not that reckless and will protect myself. Moreover, how can hatred subside naturally?"

Jon remembered a sentence he heard somewhere, raised his head and said to Rank: "Hate can only be solved with hatred."