Time always flies!

After the third time I failed in the preparation of the first liquid of the truth elixir, the rest of the summer vacation was completely over.

Jon stuffed his new robes, textbooks, and bottles of potions into his backpack and suitcase, and said goodbye to his parents.

"Don't leave home for a year all at once!" said Judy, kissing him on the cheek.

"I know, Mommy......" Jon nodded, "I'll be back as much as I can this year for the Christmas and Easter breaks!"

Leaving 86 Eastleigh Road again, Jon made his way to Southampton train station to catch the train to London.

......

When I arrived in London, it was just after nine o'clock in the morning.

Instead of rushing to the station of Nine and Three-Quarters, Jon left his luggage at the station, then entered a toilet and quietly took a small bottle of Polyjuice Potion.

A minute later, a tall man with thick blond curly hair walked out.

He walked out of King's Cross Station, across York Road, and into a tavern called "The Fellow".

In the tavern, a man with an Eastern European face was sitting in a window seat, looking around nervously.

Jon walked over slowly, sat down across from him, and asked softly, "Captain Malashenko?"

The man with the Eastern European face was visibly alarmed, he glanced around and lowered his head: "Yes, sir...... What do you call it?"

"You can call me Sal!" Jon said calmly.

"However, Sergei told me that it was Mr. Varian-Ureon......" Malashenko said quickly.

"Varian is my friend...... Jon explained, "he was the one who told me your information, and I was the one who contacted you before!"

As he spoke, Jon handed the Russian something wrapped in tin foil.

"It's a deposit!"

Captain Malashenko gently opened the tin foil, and the whole person stayed there...... Inside, there was actually a gold bar weighing at least 50 grams!

He hurriedly put the gold bars in his pocket, and at the same time completely believed the strange-named man in front of him.

"Okay, Captain Malashenko!" Jon said with a smile, "I've seen your profile...... In 1978, you were responsible for surveying and mapping Afghanistan and the Mazar-i-Sharif mountain region.

"Yes, sir......" Malashenko sighed with some nostalgia: "It was many years ago!"

"Can you bring back your former subordinates, and can you get the tools you used to survey now?" Jon asked, "If you have enough money!"

"Of course!" Malashenko patted his chest.

"Good!" Jon lowered his voice, "There may be a task for you now...... I'm actually a property businessman!I've recently been looking at a plot of land in a village in northern Buckingham......"

“...... But the local residents are stubborn, so I need to send a group of people to help me secretly survey and draw a detailed map of the local area...... Mark out the key areas, like cemeteries, abandoned mansions, and so on!" Jon explained.

"That's not a problem!" Malashenko assured, "I'll contact some of my former subordinates right away, and if you help me smuggle them into England......"

"Just find Mr. Wilson, he will help you, I'll pay for it!"

"And where is that village?" Malashenko finally asked.

"To the north of Buckinghamshire, about six miles from Big Hangleton, there's a village called Little Hangleton!" Jon said calmly.

"Yes, sir!" Malashenko jotted down the address in his notebook and stood up.

Jon also stood up and patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Good job, young man...... Money is indispensable for you...... In addition, since the local residents are more hostile to us real estate agents, we should pay a little attention to secrecy!"

"Okay......

Two more gold bars, stuffed into Malashenko's hands.

Jon smiled meaningfully at him and walked out of the tavern.

......

It was a plan Jon had thought of a long time ago.

Voldemort and Wormtail must be cowering in Riddle House in Little Hangleton, hiding from the Ministry of Magic.

Almost 10 months later, Voldemort resurrected Harry's blood at Little Hangdon's cemetery.

How can such an important location not be understood in detail about its specific geography......

The reason why it was delayed until the beginning of the school year was that it was only today that Barty Crouch Jr. left Riddle House and became the Mad-Eye Moody for Hogwarts.

Voldemort, who has lost an important subordinate, may be more cautious......

Jon thinks that with Voldemort's importance and understanding of Muggles, he doesn't care about an ordinary mapping team!

At the same time, at this critical juncture of resurrection, he will not risk being discovered by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore and casually attack ordinary people!

So...... All he had to do was wait patiently for the detailed map to be mapped.

And that was just the first step in Jon's plan.

......

By the time we got back to King's Cross Station, it was almost 10:45.

Jon walked through platform nine and three-quarters with ease.

The Hogwarts Express was already parked there, a crimson steam locomotive, belching smoke......

Suddenly it started to rain, and Jon hurriedly dragged his luggage into the train.

Greeting familiar classmates one by one, while looking for the familiar cubicle......

"Good morning!" When Jon pushed the door open and walked into the cubicle, he heard only Astoria's voice: "Long time no see!"

Astoria also wears an Irish coat of arms on her chest, and some of its magic seems to be slowly fading.

It's screaming, "Troy, Marlet, Moran!"

But his voice was weak, as if he was exhausted.

"You support the Irish team?" Jon asked casually.

"Because the final is Ireland vs. Bulgaria!" Astoria said as a matter of course, and then she said excitedly: "Jon, it was a good game, the Irish team won a very difficult ......"

“...... The Bulgarian Seeker was just stupid enough to take the initiative to catch the Golden Snitch when they were 160 points behind...... I was so nervous that Ireland would be overturned, but I didn't expect the game to be over......"

Just as Astoria was excitedly reviewing the World Cup, the door to the cubicle was pushed open.

A little girl with dark red hair and emerald green eyes with an Eastern European face walked in slowly.

"Jon!" she shouted, the surprise on her face quickly turning to excitement. I want to talk about "The Legend of Harry Potter" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~