Chapter 113: Survey team

Time always flies!
After the third failure in the preparation of the initial solution of Veritaserum, the rest of the summer vacation was completely over.
Jon stuffed his new robe, new textbook, and bottles of potions into his backpack and suitcase, and then bid farewell to his parents.
"Don't leave home for a year!" Judy said while kissing his cheek.
"I know, Mom..." Jon nodded, "I will come back as much as possible during the Christmas and Easter holidays this year!"
After leaving 86 Eastleigh Road again, Jon arrived at Southampton Railway Station and took the train to London.
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When I arrived in London, it was just over nine in the morning.
Jon did not rush to the nine and three-quarters station. Instead, he stored his luggage at the station, then entered a toilet and quietly took a small bottle of compound decoction.
A minute later, a tall man with thick golden curly hair walked out.
He walked out of Kings Cross Station, crossed York Road, and came to a tavern called "thefellow".
In the tavern, a man with an Eastern European face was sitting in a window seat, looking around nervously.
Jon walked over slowly, sat down opposite him, and asked softly, "Captain Marashenko?"
The man with the Eastern European face was obviously a little panicked. He glanced around and lowered his head: "Yes, sir...what do you call it?"
"You can call me Thrall!" Jon said calmly.
"But, Sergey told me it was Mr. Varian Wrynn..." Malashenko said quickly.
"Varian is my friend..." Jon explained, "He told me your information, and I was the one who contacted you before!"
While talking, Jon handed a piece of tin foil to the Russian hand.
"This is a deposit!"
Captain Marashenko gently opened the tin foil, and stayed there... Inside, there was a gold bar weighing at least 50 grams!
He hurriedly put the gold bars in his pocket, and at the same time completely believed in the strangely named man in front of him.
"Okay, Captain Marashenko!" Jon said with a smile: "I have seen your information... In 1978, you were responsible for surveying and mapping Afghanistan and Mazar-e-Sharif mountain areas?"
"Yes, sir..." Malashenko sighed in nostalgia, "It has been many years ago!"
"Then your former subordinates, can you get them back; can you get the tools you have already used for surveying?" Jon asked, "With enough money!"
"Of course!" Malashenko patted his chest.
"Very good!" Jon lowered his voice: "Now there may be a task that needs to be handed over to you...Actually I am a real estate dealer! I am currently paying attention to the land in a village in northern Buckinghamshire..."
"...But the local residents are more stubborn, so I need to send a group of people to help me secretly survey and draw a detailed map of the local area...I need to focus on some key areas, such as cemeteries, abandoned mansions, etc. , Mark it out!" Jon explained.
"This is not a problem!" Malashenko assured: "I will contact my former subordinates immediately, as long as you help me smuggle them to the UK..."
"Just find Mr. Wilson, he will help you, I will come out the money!"
"Then where is the village?" Malashenko asked at last.
"In the north of Buckinghamshire, almost six miles away from Great Hangerton, a village called Little Hangerton!" Jon said calmly.
"Yes, sir!" Malashenko wrote down the address in his notebook, then stood up.
Jon also stood up and patted his shoulder lightly: "You guys, work hard... Money is indispensable for you... Also, since the local residents are more hostile to us real estate agents, we should pay attention to privacy!"
"Ok……"
Two more gold bars were stuffed into Marashenko's hands.
Jon smiled deeply at him and walked out of the tavern.
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This was a plan that Jon had thought of long ago.
Voldemort and Wormtail must now be hiding in Riddle's House in Little Hangleton, avoiding the Ministry of Magic's pursuit.
And almost 10 months later, the place where Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect was also in Little Hangleton's cemetery.
How can such an important place not learn more about its specific geographic information...
The reason why it was delayed until the beginning of school was implemented-it is precisely because until today, Barty Crouch Jr. left Riddle House and turned into Mad-Eye Moody and went to Hogwarts.
Voldemort, who has lost an important subordinate, may be more cautious...
Jon believes that Voldemort's importance and understanding of Muggles, he would not care about an ordinary surveying team!
At the same time, at this critical juncture of resurrection, he will not risk being discovered by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore and attack ordinary people casually!
So... he just needs to wait patiently for that detailed map to be mapped out.
And that was just the first step in Jon's plan.
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When I returned to Kings Cross Station, it was almost ten to forty-five.
Jon passed through platform nine and three quarters very lightly.
The Hogwarts express train has stopped there, a crimson steam locomotive, emitting thick smoke...
It suddenly began to rain in the sky, and Jon dragged his luggage and got into the train.
Saying hello to familiar classmates, while looking for the familiar compartment...
"Good morning!" When Jon pushed the door into the cubicle, only Astoria's voice was heard: "Long time no see!"
Astoria's chest is also wearing an Irish badge, some of its magic seems to be slowly fading.
It was screaming: "Troy! Mallett! Moran!"
But the voice was weak, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to be exhausted.
"Do you support the Irish team?" Jon asked casually.
"Because the final is Ireland vs. Bulgaria!" Astoria said of course, and then she said excitedly: "Jon, it's really a wonderful game. It's very difficult for the Irish team to win..."
"...The Bulgarian seeker was so stupid. He took the initiative to catch the Golden Snitch when they were 160 points behind... I was so nervous at the time, I was still worried that Ireland would be overturned. I didn't expect the game to end like that. It's..."
Just as Astoria was looking back at the World Cup excitedly, the compartment door was pushed open.
A little girl with a face of Eastern Europe with dark red hair and emerald green eyes walked in slowly.
"Jon!" she yelled, the surprise on her face quickly turned into excitement. I want to chat with more like-minded people about the "Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster", follow "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find friends~