On the instructions of Mr. Robert Wilson, Jon arrives at a humble gold shop in Winchester.

When Jon explained his intentions, the owner of the gold shop led him to the basement with a cautious face.

Jon had no fear, with a wand and a pistol in his hand, and he was not afraid of the other party's bad intentions.

When Jon pulled out a large bag of gold coins, he startled the boss.

"What do you ......mean, Mr. Wryon," he exclaimed, "to melt all these gold coins into gold bricks?"

"Of course!" Jon nodded calmly, wondering if the wizarding world was guilty of damaging currency.

"There may be...... Five percent of the loss!" said the owner of the gold shop, stammering a little.

"Very reasonable......

Two hours later, a large bag of gold coins, which had turned into dozens of gold bricks, was neatly placed in Jon's suitcase.

And this batch of gold bricks also has a legal certificate to prove it.

At the current gold price of about $400 per ounce, more than 1,000 gold galleons can be turned into a huge sum of almost 600,000 pounds after such a simple process.

Although it is difficult to analyze, who is more valuable than 1,000 Galleons or 600,000 pounds.

More than 1,000 Galleons is a lot of money, but you can't get a few good wizards to work for you, and Jon doesn't think that any wizard can calmly face the reborn Voldemort and a dozen Death Eaters, but 600,000 pounds is enough to make a group of poor ordinary people take risks for you, especially in recent years, under the premise that the lives of the former Soviet people are not valuable.

To be honest, Voldemort's resurrection has nothing to do with Jon himself...... But not afraid of 10,000, just in case.

Jon was in the dark, and he always felt that the plot would not develop as properly as the original story......

So out of fear that something unexpected would happen, he would definitely have to leave a way back.

Just in case.

......

With the money settled, Jon got on the train to London.

A few hours later, he reappeared in Newham, East London, almost a year and a half after his last visit.

Following the information he received from Mr. Wilson, he found a Belarusian guy named Angle.

Giving him a 50p coin, Jon said, "Please take me to Mr. Sergei Pavlov's house!"

Looking at that coin, the Belarusian guy's eyes suddenly lit up -

"Right now, sir!" he said hurriedly.

Soon, Jon followed him to a small bungalow.

The former KGB agent seems to be living in a better environment than before.

"Bang bang!" Jon knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and it was a little girl with an Eastern European face in her teens.

"Ah......h You are ......"

"Natasha, who's coming?" came Sergei Pavlov's vigilant voice from inside the room.

"It's me, Mr. Pavlov!" Jon said calmly, "Varian-Wryon!"

There was a rush of footsteps inside the door, and Pavlov's familiar face appeared in front of Jon, who eagerly took Jon's hand.

"It's you...... Mr. Ureon ......" he said gratefully, "I've always wanted to go to you...... But Mr. Wilson doesn't tell me your information. ”

Pavlov would not forget the oddly named Yankee, who had come to London more than a year earlier, when it was the most difficult time, and it was the savior who gave him three thousand pounds and helped him through it, and at the same time had a little hair...... In Pavlov's opinion, this is a kind of charity in order not to hurt his self-esteem.

"My daughter!" he said to the little girl, "I'm only eleven years old......

Eastern European Lori said hello to Jon timidly.

To be honest, she is a very beautiful little girl, and her white and tender skin makes people can't help but want to pinch it twice.

The young hairy girl is still quite cute, but I don't know if it will be broken when she grows up...... As he said hello, he pondered.

......

Sitting down, Pavlov immediately opened a bottle of vodka and poured Jon a large glass.

Jon had to squint a few times...... And then I almost didn't catch my breath.

"Ah......" he hurriedly said, "Mr. Pavlov......"

"Just call me Sergei, Mr. Ureon......"

"Okay...... Sergei, there's something I might need your favor for!" Jon said.

"You say!" Sergei Pavlov said obligedly.

"It's that I have an enemy, he may bring a group of people to the UK to make some trouble for me in half a year; of course, it's just a possibility, there is a high probability that they can't come, so there is a high probability that they are just busy working in vain!"

Jon briefly introduced, "Because I want to find someone to protect me when the time comes...... If you can find some former comrades-in-arms, whether it is the cost of smuggling to the UK, or the cost of weapons and equipment, or the cost of buying a home, I can solve it!"

It took more than ten minutes for Jon to explain the situation.

The hearty Ukrainian man said yes, and then gave the remaining vodka in the bottle to Dududu......

......

Just as Jon was about to leave, he suddenly remembered a slow knock on the door.

"Is it Miss Natasha Pavlova's house, please?" came a greasy, somewhat familiar voice from outside the door.

"Hello, yes......" Pavlov hurriedly strode over and opened the door.

"I'm a teacher, from a school called 'Hogwarts' for special talents!" said the emaciated, hook-nosed middle-aged man outside the door slowly, glancing inside the room, "I think you should have received our letter a while ago!"

The glass of vodka in Jon's hand almost fell to the ground in fright......

"So coincidentally?"

"Hogwarts!" Pavlov was stunned and said in surprise, "I thought it was just a joke......"

"Of course it's not a joke......"

"Then Sergei!" Jon stood up and feigned calm, "Now that the matter is settled, I will take my leave!"

"Mr. Urian, don't sit down for a while!" Sergei Pavlov retracted.

"No need...... I'll have to go to Glasgow later......" Jon said goodbye to Sergei.

Then, he brushed shoulders with the greasy man.

Little by little, I walked out......

Just as he was about to walk out of this hut—

"Wait!" Severus Snape ordered coldly.

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