Escape

"How did it go?"

Standing before the villa's window, Jon and Joanne watched the family across the way leave. Jon suddenly turned to Joanne and asked.

"How did what go?"

"I mean, did you get any inspiration?"

"No."

Joanne merely shook her head.

Given her state lately, her writing had reached a bottleneck. Even though vast amounts of material had been submitted and Hogwarts' tight surveillance network had practically provided her with the most comprehensive records possible, she still had not written the ending of the sixth book.

Dumbledore's death truly was not an easy thing to write, and Jon understood that very well.

"But we're running out of time. We need to sort everything out and put it to use as soon as possible. I'm still counting on your books to open up the global market!"

Only by laying that kind of groundwork could Jon have enough confidence and means.

In this world, most ordinary people were like Lord Ye who loved dragons—they admired what they longed for, yet hesitated when faced with it. And the Magic Net could not forcibly transform them; the casualty rate would be too high, making it more trouble than it was worth.

So in the end, the core method still had to rest on this book. Besides, according to his memories, it was bound to become a hit.

Still, Jon felt there was no point rushing something that could not be written.

"We still have plenty of time to write it. At the very least, we can publish the earlier books first."

Tilting his head, Jon said, "There's one more thing. I've opened up part of the Magic Net's access permissions to you. You'll receive feedback from those people's perspectives. I had that company prepare a large magical projector for you. It'll be