Jon had left his company in Hong Kong with enough ways out. Once the Soviet Union dissolved, the company would quietly withdraw from Hong Kong's financial circles—by then, probably no one would have the mood to pay attention to such a thing.
Jon had basically arranged all his subsequent plans and did not need to worry much about them.
Jon's problem now was that he had been living very poorly lately.
Helga's prophecy had suddenly turned from a prophecy into reality. It had only been two or three days, but these past few days, even without Helga saying anything, Jon had already sensed where the problem lay.
That feeling of being watched would appear for no reason at a certain moment, then vanish.
Jon did not know why this was happening, nor did he understand why he felt it even within Hogwarts. But on careful thought, it was not hard to understand.
Hogwarts had long ceased to be a fortress. This school had never been a paradise removed from the world.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees and the window glass, spilling into the classroom.
After applying to Professor Sprout, Jon had obtained this small classroom.
He had not applied for it to be special. Mainly, some of Jon's research was a little too outrageous at times, and it would not be good if people saw it.
In just these past two months, students from his own House had gathered around him several times because of his notes.
The view from this little classroom was quite nice. Looking out the window, he could see Hagrid's dog, Fang, lazily sprawled on the grass, basking in the sun and dozing off. Beside Fang, the keeper of the grounds was using his huge hands to rub his pet's fur