Chapter 466: Spike Ollivander (2 in 1)

Chapter 466: Spike Ollivander (2 in 1)

Jon wasn't surprised by Dumbledore's behaviour of making people guess his riddle-like sentence.

He would only be surprised if the day came when Dumbledore would tell his original plans and discoveries, all intelligibly and understandably, without any riddle.

"You've arranged all of it anyway, haven't you, Professor?"

Jon asked, hugging his arms.

Dumbledore didn't nod, he just said with an emotional smile.

"I wish I had it all arranged, but even now, I still don't know if I made the right or wrong choice."

"Couldn't you give me a heads-up ahead of time? Let me give you a few thoughts on it?"

"I'm sorry, Jon, I have to keep some things to myself."

Jon was not amused by this.

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"You can go to Kingsley now, he's the only one who knows anything about this besides me, you, and Horace, except he doesn't know anything about Horace's true identity yet, but even so, he'll tell you what to do."

Jon left the office after getting all the information about the mission from Dumbledore.

And after he was gone, it became completely quiet in this office until a portrait of an unknown person lying on the table spoke up and asked.

"Why didn't you tell him? Was it because he wasn't trustworthy enough yet?"

Dumbledore folded his arms, blocking the lower half of his face, his eyes not half as gentle as they usually were, instead, they were calm, so calm that it was a little unnerving.

"If there is anyone I trust the most in this world right now, it is this child Jon."

"Then why didn't you say anything? If he knew, he could work with you better couldn't he?"

"That's why it's me who trusts him, not you. Because you don't know him well enough to trust him, you lack trust in him, and I am the only one who knows for sure that if I told Jon all of my ideas and plans, the first thing he would do is certainly not cooperate with me."

Dumbledore's blue eyes, hidden behind crescent-shaped glasses, reflected the obscure candlelight.

"He would have stopped me from doing that, even if it is just an attempt."

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Kingsley was busy when Jon found him.

He really should be busy. As the upper-echelon leader within the Witching Horizon after Dumbledore and Iniesta, he always had to be in charge of a lot of things.

But when Jon approached him and explained why he was here, he put aside all the work at hand for the moment, obviously the task concerning Jon was going to come before all the others.

"Regarding your next identity in Britain, we have already made arrangements in advance on our side. Some time ago, I don't know for what reason, the British Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries was subjected to some purging, and there were many veteran Unspeakables within were transferred elsewhere, which was a very rare thing in the past because the magic studied in the Department of Mysteries is not something that ordinary wizards can simply choose to learn about, even if newcomers are brought in, they still need to have an experienced person to let them familiarise themselves with it for a period of five years or even ten years, before they can sort out their research direction."

"And now, they are transferring all the seniors in there from their positions, and the inclusion of newcomers is also unorganised, including Horace Slughorn as well, someone like him who has never had any experience in all kinds of mystical matters or ancient magics has also been transferred in to serve as the Deputy Head of the Department. This has resulted in the entire management of the Department of Mysteries being in such disarray these days that unless they are willing to bring back the previously transferred people for a permanent job transition, they will have to keep recruiting."

The secret about Slughorn's undercover status was still a secret known only to Dumbledore, Jon and Lily, and Kingsley had no knowledge of it.

"They would rather choose to accept new people than the experienced ones. It seems they are more focused on the re-instated Unspeakables being purebloods than whether or not they have the ability to do their work in that area though, so that allows us to make some small moves there."

Kingsley said as he handed Jon a well-prepared profile and a vial of potion.

Before the first rays of the morning sun had even shone through the windows, Jon had disappeared from Lyon without disturbing anyone else in the school, using Phoenix's Apparition.

His chosen landing spot was within Diagon Alley, only it was in a very remote location, in the alleyway close to Knockturn Alley.

Not only was it still early in the morning, but the fact that Dumbledore had only just declared war yesterday had resulted in the entire population of Britain still being in the most panicked state today, with basically very few shops open, and very few customers wandering blindly through Diagon Alley.

Jon drank the vial of polyjuice potion immediately after he landed on the ground.

The flavour was generic, with a feeling of cucumber juice.

After the transformation was completed, and he had also drunk the Voice Changing Magic Potion, Jon put on the invisibility cloak and groped his way towards the entrance of Diagon Alley, in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron Bar.

In the early morning, Diagon Alley was shrouded in a mist, and Jon didn't see more than a handful of people along the way until he reached the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, where he saw Mr Borgin walking back into the bar with a broken serving tray in his hand.

He looked like he had just finished pouring the leftovers from the breakfast into a slop bucket, and hadn't noticed that there was already one more person in the yard who didn't really belong here in the first place.

Jon watched his back disappear from his view before he began his next move.

He counted along the row of rooms on the first floor of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, starting from the westernmost position, and when he reached the seventh, he identified his target, then used the levitation charm to fly into mid-air, he gently flew into the room with an unlocked window and an empty interior.

It was obvious that someone had lived there before, the quilt was thrown casually by the bed, there was a black briefcase on the bedside table, and the slippers were scattered and discarded by the bedside.

Jon was sure that this was the room, and he didn't linger.

Removing the invisibility cloak from his body, he carefully folded it and placed it in his underwear lining pocket, then he changed out of the jacket he was wearing and put on a set of pyjamas from the cupboard in his room, taking one last look at the time on his timepiece.

6:43.

Jon rubbed and messed up his hair again, which had become less smooth after drinking the polyjuice potion, and then used magic to make his face a little drier, his eyes staying squinted and with a hard expression, acting as if he had just woken up and hadn't had a good night's sleep.

After all this, he took a deep breath, pushed open the door, walked out of the room, shuffled his slippers and headed towards the ground floor of the bar.

He had just turned the corner of the stairs and hadn't taken two more steps down when Jon started yelling.

"Bork! Bork! You old thing can't possibly not be up yet! If I knew at this hour you were still slacking off and sleeping and not up and ready for a new day's work, I'd have to shove that rag you've been wiping the bar with all day in your mouth!"

His voice was loud like he didn't even care if it would disturb the other guests on the first floor who were still resting as well.

And at the sound of his voice, Borgin Bork hurriedly jogged all the way out from behind the bar and stood in front of the stairway.

"Ah, it's master Ollivander. You actually got up so early this morning? Did you not rest well enough last night? This is my fault, What do you need me to do?"

His fawning attitude like this did not make Jon's face even half as good.

"Do something? Use your brain, which is on the verge of degenerating into a giant troll's brain, to think of what I can get you to do downstairs at this hour! Breakfast! I want breakfast! Oats in milk and a sandwich, double bacon no tomato slices, I want to see these at my room door in fifteen minutes!"

"Yes, yes, master, you can go ahead and rest, I'll knock on the door to remind you when I've got the stuff ready to put on the doorstep."

Bork appeased and sent Jon, the great god, back to the first floor, and Jon didn't look the least bit favourably to him, and with a grunt, he closed the door to his room heavily behind him.

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