Those Lonely, Grief-Stricken Feelings

Harry and Hagrid's conversation did not last long, because Harry found the situation awkward.

He did not seem suited to accepting anyone's concern right now, especially when everyone thought his circumstances were strange.

He wanted to be alone.

Jon was not far from Hagrid's hut. He found the situation rather interesting, because a long, long time ago, he seemed to have fallen into the same state himself.

These things appeared in different people like a cycle. Him, Harry, perhaps others too—it was less an emotion than the troubles of growing up.

So he cast a spell on Harry.

Casting magic without a wand did not look all that flashy, but it had to be said that this way of casting was incredibly convenient.

All he needed to do was snap his fingers lightly, and the spell he wanted would appear on the person he wished to cast it on.

It was a kind of Memory Magic. It did not extract memories from a person, but peeked into their current emotions. Once he had taken this emotion, he would give it to Joanne. Recently, Joanne's most important task was still writing.

A biography of Harry Potter. He planned to begin publishing it once everything was over, though there were still some trivial matters to deal with before then.

As for why he had not turned Joanne into a witch, that had been Joanne's own decision. At this time, she still wanted to devote more of her energy to writing.

Jon respected her wishes. For the original author, he had more than enough patience and was willing to accommodate her.

Besides, Joanne and he had always had a good relationship.

Hagrid's hut.

Harry hurried to the door and pulled it open. Before Hagrid could finish saying goodbye, he had stepped out into