"How about it?"

Standing in front of the window of the villa, Jon and Joanne looked at the family leaving opposite and suddenly asked Joanne.

"How about what?"

"I mean, are there any inspirations?"

"No."

Joanne just shook her head.

Judging from the current situation during this period, her writing has reached a bottleneck period. Even if a large amount of content is submitted, Hogwarts' strict surveillance network is almost giving her the most complete record, but she

I still haven’t written the ending of Part 6.

Dumbledore's death is indeed not something easy to write about, and Jon understands this very well.

"But we don't have enough time. We need to complete the analysis and application as soon as possible. I also need to rely on your book to open up the world market!"

Only by paving the way with this kind of thing can Jon have enough confidence and means.

In this world, the vast majority of ordinary people are like Mr. Ye who loves dragons. They often hesitate to move forward in front of what they yearn for, and it is impossible for the Magic Network to forcefully transform them - the casualty rate is too high, so some losses outweigh the gains.

.

So in the end, the core method must be focused on this book. Anyway, according to his memory, this book will definitely become popular.

It's just that Jon felt that he couldn't be anxious about the fact that he couldn't write it down.

"We still have enough time to write, at least we can release the first few books first."

Jon tilted his head and said: "But there is one more thing. I have opened up part of the magic network to you, and those people's perspectives will be fed back to you. I asked that company to get you a large magic projector.

You'll be there soon, take a closer look, maybe it'll be better."

"That's fine."

Joanne knew how important this matter was, so she wanted to do her best to do it, otherwise she would have been transformed into a wizard, and she would still have to deal with these things so laboriously.

While the discussion was going on here, Harry had already run back to his bedroom upstairs and rushed to the window. He happened to see the Dursleys' car turning around the driveway and onto the road. Dedalus' top hat was sitting on the back seat.

Between Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

The car turned right at the end of Privet Drive. The car windows shone a fiery red light under the slanting sun, and then disappeared.

Harry picked up Hedwig's cage, picked up his Firebolt and backpack, took one last look at the unusually tidy bedroom, and then walked crookedly downstairs to the living room, placing the birdcage, broom and backpack on the stairs.

Beside the feet.

The light quickly dimmed, and the living room looked heavily shadowed in the twilight.

There was silence everywhere. Harry stood here, knowing that he was leaving this house forever. It felt really strange.

A long time ago, the Dursleys left him alone at home when the Dursleys went out to have fun. Those few hours alone were a rare treat: grabbing something delicious from the refrigerator, rushing upstairs, and playing

Play on Dudley's computer, or turn on the TV and choose the channel you want.

Thinking of those times, he felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, as if he was thinking of a lost little brother.

"Don't you want to see this place one last time?"

he asked Hedwig.

The owl still hid its head under its wings and sulked.

"We'll never be here again, don't you want to reminisce about all those happy times?

I mean, look at this doormat at the door and think about the past... After I rescued Dudley from the dementors, he vomited on this doormat... I didn't expect that he still knows how to be grateful, do you believe it?

?

And last summer, Dumbledore walked through that front door..."

Harry's train of thought was interrupted. Hedwig did not help him find it, but still hid her head under her wings.

"Down here, Hedwig -" Harry opened a door under the stairs: "That's where I used to sleep!

You didn't know me at that time - my God, I was so young, I don't even remember..."

Harry looked at the piles of shoes and umbrellas, and recalled that when he woke up every morning and looked up at the bottom of the stairs, there would always be one or two spiders hanging there.

In those days, he still knew nothing about his true identity, he had not yet figured out how his parents died, and he did not understand why those strange things often happened around him.

Harry still remembered the dreams that had haunted him back then: chaotic dreams, flashing green lights, and once - when Harry talked about this dream, Uncle Vernon almost crashed a car - he actually dreamed of a car that would

Flying light motorcycle...

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from somewhere nearby.

Harry stood up suddenly, and his head hit the low door frame with a loud bang.

He paused, cursed a few words with Uncle Vernon's favorite curse words, then stumbled back to the kitchen, covering his head with his hands, and looked out the window at the back garden.

The darkness seemed to ripple, the air itself trembled.

Then, as the phantom spell expired, individual figures began to appear.

The most eye-catching one is Hagrid, who is wearing a helmet and goggles and riding a huge light motorcycle with a black sidecar.

Around him, others were getting off their broomsticks, and two were getting off the scrawny, winged black horse.

Harry opened the back door and jumped between them.

There were greetings everywhere, Hermione opened her arms and hugged him, Ron patted his back, and Hagrid also said: "How are you, Harry? Are you ready to leave?"

"Of course," Harry said, looking at everyone with a smile: "I didn't expect so many of you to come!"

"Plans changed."

Mad Eye said in a rough voice. He was carrying two huge bulging bags, and his magic eye was scanning the darkening sky, houses and gardens at a dizzying speed: "Let's take cover first."

Get up and tell you more."

Harry led them all into the kitchen, where everyone was laughing and chatting happily, sitting on chairs, sitting on Aunt Petunia's polished kitchen worktop, or leaning on her spotless utensils.

Ron, thin and tall;

Hermione, with her thick hair braided into a long braid on the back of her head;

Fred and George, grinning identically;

Bill, with his scarred face and long hair;

Mr. Weasley, kind-faced, bald, wearing glasses a little crooked;

Mad-Eye, a battle-hardened man with only one leg, his bright blue magic eye whizzing around in his eye socket;

Tonks, who has short hair in her favorite bold shade of pink;

Lupine, more gaunt and thin;

Hibiscus, beautiful and slender, with long silver-white hair;

Kingsley, bald, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned;

Hagrid, with his unkempt hair and beard, stood hunched over, afraid of hitting his head on the ceiling;

Mundungus Fletcher was a little man, scruffy and wretched-looking, with droopy eyelids like a spaniel's, and his hair was tangled and unkempt.

But this scene made Harry very excited and happy;

He really liked these people, even Mundungus,

You know, the last time they met, Harry wanted to strangle him to death.

"Kingsley, aren't you taking care of the Muggle Prime Minister?"

"He can handle a night without me," Kingsley said, "You are more important."

"Harry, guess what?"

Tonks sat on the washing machine, waving her left hand towards Harry: a ring was shining.

"Are you married?"

"I'm sorry you couldn't attend, Harry, we didn't make much publicity."

"Awesome, congratulations-"

"Okay, okay, let's have a nice chat later when we have time!"

Moody shouted in the commotion, and the kitchen suddenly became quiet. Moody threw his pocket at his feet and turned to Harry: "Dedalo has probably told you that we have to abandon the first plan, Pierce."

Thicknesse went to war and caused us a lot of trouble.

He classifies many actions as criminal and punishable by jail time, such as connecting the house to the Floo network, leaving a portkey here, or apparating in and out.

He also said that he did this to protect you and prevent the mysterious person from catching you.

This is pure nonsense, your mother's spell has already done that.

What he's doing is actually preventing you from getting out of here safely.

The second difficulty: you are not an adult yet, which means you still have traces on you."
To be continued...