Voldemort's Hatred

No one truly cared about everything that happened in the Headmaster's Office, because while they hid there, far more was happening in the magical world.

Jon left Hogwarts lightly equipped.

Clearly, he was still busy today, but fortunately, all this work had a reason and was necessary.

Aimless busyness only exhausted people, while purposeful busyness made one feel fulfilled.

Dumbledore needed to teach Harry during this period. Honestly, it made no difference whether those lessons took place or not.

Jon felt that Harry would probably believe every word Dumbledore said. There was no need to waste time taking him through the memories.

But this was Dumbledore's class.

He did not want to interfere.

Yet knowing too much had its drawbacks. As the saying went, knowing too much made one grow old quickly. Jon had not aged particularly fast, but he had gained some corresponding problems.

During the months he had lived at Hogwarts, he had originally thought he would retain a strong interest in the school, but later he discovered that he had been wrong.

He began to lose interest in the school and turned his gaze toward a broader world.

The current integration with Hogwarts had largely been completed. What remained was a period of nurturing, and throughout that process, he needed to personally replace the Magic Net's tendrils and set up the wave's points of origin across Britain.

Fortunately, the world's magical elements had been steadily recovering. Although the Sleeping Dragon Barrier covered Britain and maintained balance, it had also stored those magical elements in another way, and Hog could fully mobilize them.

But not yet.

Every plan had to wait until the instant Voldemort died. Before that, Jon and the others needed to arrange everything, and now was the most suitable time.

Considering that Voldemort's attention was