Volume 7: A World with Bad Consequences Chapter 465 Spike Ollivander
Jon actually didn't have much dissatisfaction with Dumbledore's behavior of asking people to guess riddles.
He would be surprised if one day he could clearly tell someone his exact plans and discoveries.
"You've already arranged everything anyway, right, Professor?"
Jon asked, crossing his arms.
Dumbledore did not nod, he just said with an emotional smile.
"I hope I have arranged everything, but even now, I still don't know whether I made the right choice or not."
"Can't you tell me in advance? Let me help you with some advice?"
"I'm sorry, Jon, I have to keep some things to myself."
Jon didn't care about it.
"Then how can I get in touch with the teacher?"
"You can go find Kingsley right now. Apart from me, you, and Horace, he is the only person who knows about this matter. It's just that he doesn't know Horace's true identity yet. But even so, he will still teach you what to do."
After Jon got all the mission information from Dumbledore, he left the office.
After he left, the office became completely quiet until a portrait of an unknown person on the table asked.
"Why didn't you tell him? Is it because you don't trust him enough?"
Dumbledore clasped his hands together, covering the lower half of his face. His eyes no longer had the usual gentleness, but were instead very calm, so calm that it made people feel a little uneasy.
"If there is anyone in this world that I trust the most, it's this kid Jon."
"Then why not tell me? If he knew, he could cooperate with you better, right?"
"So it's me who trusts him, not you. Because you don't know him well enough, so you don't trust him. Only I know that if I tell Jon all my ideas and plans, the first thing he will do is definitely not to cooperate with me."
Dumbledore's blue eyes, hidden behind his crescent-shaped glasses, reflected the dim candlelight.
"He would have stopped me from doing that, even if it was just one try."
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When Jon found Kingsley, he was busy and overwhelmed.
He should indeed be very busy. As the top leader in the wizarding world after Dumbledore and Iniesta, he always needs to be responsible for many things.
However, when Jon found him and explained his purpose, he temporarily put down all the work at hand. It was obvious that the task related to Jon took precedence over all other tasks.
"Regarding your future status in the UK, we have already made arrangements in advance. Some time ago, for some unknown reason, the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic was purged, and many veteran Unspoken people were transferred to other places. This was a very rare thing in the past, because the magic in the Department of Mysteries is not something that ordinary wizards can pick up and study. Even newcomers need to be familiar with the old ones for five or even ten years before they can sort out their research direction."
"But now, they have transferred all the old staff members from their posts, and the recruitment of new staff is also disorderly, including Horace Slughorn, who has never had any experience in various mystical or ancient magics. He was transferred in as deputy director. This has led to the management of the entire Department of Mysteries being in chaos. Unless they are willing to bring back the people who were transferred out before for a long-term job handover, they can only continue to recruit people."
Slughorn's undercover identity is still a secret known only to Dumbledore, John and Lily, and Kingsley is still unaware of it.
"They would rather choose the second option, but it seems that they care more about whether the newly recruited Silents are of pure blood than whether they have the ability in this area, so this also gives us an opportunity."
As Kingsley spoke, he handed a well-prepared document and a bottle of potion to Jon.
"Spike Ollivander, a distant descendant of the famous wand-making family, but with pure blood. He has been working as a clerk in the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures. Two days ago, he submitted an application for transfer to the Department of Mysteries, which was approved today. You are going to England to pretend to be him and enter the Ministry of Magic, while the real Spike will stay in a secret location. Someone will provide you with Polyjuice Potion made from his hair."
Jon took the information and raised his eyebrows after seeing the identity introduction of the pure-blood he was going to impersonate.
"Olivander..."
As if he heard what Jon wanted to ask, Kingsley lowered his voice and spoke in his ear.
"This is still a secret. Several families in the UK that were already wavering, didn't have much opinion on the bloodline theory, and didn't persecute non-pure bloods have contacted us. The Ollivanders are one of them. But don't worry about this person's identity. Even the Ollivanders themselves don't know that you replaced him. We just found an excuse to get Spike to cooperate with us on some work, and then put him under house arrest."
Hearing that Kingsley had made all the preparations, Jon nodded and had no other questions.
"So I have to go to the British Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. I see the transfer order here, which tells me to report to the Department of Mysteries before the 3rd. Today is already the evening of the 2nd."
Kingsley patted his shoulder.
"So what Dumbledore told me the most before was to remind you that the person you are about to play is a pureblood of noble status in the British environment. Try to be more arrogant and less virtuous towards others. The same applies to the job. If you can arrive at the last minute, do it. When you see someone, judge their bloodline first. If they are purebloods but new-school purebloods, be more contemptuous. If you meet a half-blood, be very arrogant. As for Muggles, you probably won't meet any Muggles in the British Ministry of Magic."
Jon looked at Spike's biography and the description of his personality in the information and nodded seriously.
It's okay in a magic school, but in a workplace like the Ministry of Magic, where there are clear levels of status, you really can't behave the same way as usual.
He then changed his strategy and chose to wait until tomorrow to go to the UK. He would read all the information tonight and gain a deeper understanding of the role he was about to play and the interpersonal relationships around him.
As for how to get to Britain, now that Dumbledore has declared war, there must be the highest level of surveillance on all means of transportation. Fortunately, John is not only an ordinary Apparition, he has also mastered a method of Apparition that no one else can monitor. It is easy for him to sneak into Britain.
Wars between wizards have never been very grand.
Because for the magic world, there are very few buildings that need to be defended, the only thing that really matters is people.
The same is true of the Wizarding World's declaration of war on the British Ministry of Magic this time. Now that the ownership of Hogwarts Castle has been determined, there is basically no need to occupy any other locations except the British Ministry of Magic and Diagon Alley, and there is no point in occupying them.
The most important thing in the Wizarding War is the assassination and elimination of the enemy's high-ranking officials.
As long as people die, especially high-level ones with high combat capabilities, it is much more meaningful than occupying a place.
It is also because of this that in wizard wars, there are rarely scenes of large groups of people forming battle formations to fight each other. Instead, it is more like special operations, with the group split into multiple small-scale combat teams to carry out point-to-point elimination of high-ranking enemies.
This requires not only maintaining the accuracy of information, understanding the specific strengths and weaknesses of each enemy senior official, where and when they will appear, but also ensuring the equality of strength.
For example, as for Voldemort, now only Dumbledore can deal with him. Any other wizards on the wizarding horizon must prioritize saving their lives when encountering Voldemort and can give up any other tasks.
Only when these high-level wizards are eliminated and Dumbledore wins the duel with Voldemort, the Wizarding World will be considered to have won the war.
The combat power of the middle and high-level levels is not so difficult to deal with. This group of Phoenix elites who left the UK and the wizards in France are certainly not afraid of those pure-blood wizards who are mostly pampered and lack the determination for war.
The most crucial point is the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort.
But overall, the wizards on the Wizarding Horizon are not worried about this decisive battle, which has entered the countdown since the war began.
Because of the previous duel in the French Ministry of Magic, although Voldemort's side did not spread the news, the result had already been known within the Wizarding World.
And on the second day after the declaration of war, everything in the world was still the same as usual, as if the speech Dumbledore had given was just an empty dream.
But in fact, all the changes have begun quietly.
Jon made all the preparations early the next morning.
He didn't bring anything extra with him. After he memorized all the information about his identity as Speke last night, he burned it all, leaving only the bottle of Polyjuice Potion.
Before the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the window, Jon had already used the Phoenix's Apparition to disappear in Lyon without disturbing anyone else in the school.
The landing point he chose was in Diagon Alley, but it was a very remote location, in a small alley near Knockturn Alley.
Not only is it still early, but Dumbledore just declared war yesterday, so the people of Britain are still in the most panicked stage. There are basically few shops open, and few customers wandering around Diagon Alley.
After landing, Jon drank the bottle of polyjuice potion immediately.
The taste is very ordinary, with a feeling of cucumber juice.
After completing the transformation and drinking the voice-changing potion, Jon put on his invisibility cloak and headed towards the entrance of Diagon Alley, in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron.
Diagon Alley was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning, and Jon didn't see many people along the way until he arrived at the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron and saw Borgin Burke walking back to the bar with a tray in his hands.
He seemed to have just poured the leftover breakfast food into the slop bucket and did not notice that there was a person in the yard who did not belong there.
Jon watched his back disappear from his sight before taking his next step.
He counted along the row of rooms on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, starting from the westernmost one. When he counted to the seventh one, he determined his target. Then he used the levitation spell to fly into the air and gently flew into the room with an unlocked window and no one inside.
It was obvious that someone had lived there before. The quilt was casually thrown beside the bed, there was a , and the slippers were also casually discarded beside the bed.
Jon was sure that this was the room, so he didn't stop.
He took off his invisibility cloak, folded it carefully and put it into his underwear pocket. Then he changed his coat and put on a set of pajamas from the closet in the room. Finally, he glanced at the time on his watch.
6:43.
Jon ruffled his hair, which had become less smooth after drinking the polyjuice potion, and then used magic to make his face drier. His eyes were always squinted and his expression was ugly, as if he had just woken up and had not slept well.
After doing all this, he took a deep breath, opened the door, walked out of the room, and headed towards the first floor of the bar in his slippers.
As soon as he turned the corner of the stairs and took two steps down, Jon started screaming.
"Bock! Bock! You old man, you haven't gotten up yet, have you? If I knew you were still sleeping in at this hour and not getting up to prepare for a new day's work, I would definitely stuff the rag you use to clean the bar counter all day into your mouth!"
He spoke very loudly, as if he didn't care at all whether he would disturb the other guests who were still resting on the second floor.
After hearing his voice, Borgin and Burke hurriedly trotted out from behind the bar and stood in front of the stairs.
"Ah, it's Master Ollivander. You got up so early this morning? Didn't you get enough rest last night? This is my fault. What can I do?"
His flattering attitude didn't make Jon's face look any better.
"Do something? Use your troll-like brain and think about what I can ask you to do at this time! Breakfast! I want breakfast! Oatmeal with milk, plus a sandwich, double bacon without tomato slices, I want to see these at the door of my room !"
"Okay, okay, Master, you can go and rest first. When I have prepared the things and put them in front of the door, I will knock on the door to remind you."
Bock comforted Jon and sent him back to the second floor. Jon did not look at him with a happy face at all. He snorted and closed his door heavily.
