Chapter 38
Penny was afraid that her precious son would become an offer she couldn't refuse.
This made Dudley suffer so much that he didn't even have the chance to go out and bully other children.
And all this has nothing to do with John.
He was currently writing a letter to a man named Ben Abbott.
Since John realized that it would be difficult for him to make a magical sword similar to the Sword of Gryffindor in a short time, he shifted his goal to enchantment.
This Ben Abbott is a swordsmith, and John is custom-making a large sword from him.
The other party's reply also arrived a few days later, promising to help John make a sword.
Of course, John would also pay the fee and send the required mithril and some wood.
He only had to wait two weeks and he would get a brand new sword.
The book list for the second grade of school was sent over. John picked it up and looked at it and froze in place.
Except for textbooks such as "The Standard Curriculum of Charms" in the book list, the other books don't seem to be textbooks.
Books like "A Walk with Corpse Eaters", "Holiday with Witches", "Travels with Giants"... these books look more like novels.
John remembered that the book list Hermione sent him seemed to include these few books.
He still remembered Hermione saying that the contents in these books were very exciting and recommended that John read them.
"Could Hermione predict?" After wondering for a while, John decided to let it go.
He built another alchemy room in the basement, and during this time he refined some things.
Maybe you can find time to sell it.
Although my family can be considered a middle-class family, they cannot afford the huge expense of alchemy.
John decided to be self-reliant, and it would be best if he could find a partner to produce and sell something himself.
This person must be professional. After all, what John has in his hands is not a prank prop like the Weasley twins, but a magic item with real lethality.
John thought for a while, there were no such professionals around him.
Maybe head to Diagon Alley to find it.
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Chapter 45 Knockturn Alley and the Thief
"Good morning Kicks."
Reaching out to pick up the cat that was rubbing against his feet, John looked satisfied with the plush look on his face.
The cat named Kick meowed, and three more cats ran out.
They gathered around John's feet, and John also took out the canned cat he brought.
Tom was wagging his tail in circles with some dissatisfaction. He promised to take him for a walk, but instead he ended up feeding the cat here.
An old lady was walking slowly with a cane. John saw her and said hello: "Mrs. Figg, good morning."
Arabella Figg smiled when she saw John. No one knew that this ordinary-looking old lady was actually a member of the Order of the Phoenix.
She was a Squib and Dumbledore asked her to look after Harry.
Half a year ago, Mrs. Figg had one more person on her care list.
That's John Wick in front of me.
Dumbledore himself came to visit, he wanted to know about this student.
Mrs. Figg had a good impression of John because the boy always came to take care of his cats.
His love for fluffy stuff was as much as Dumbledore's love for sweets, and it was because of this that Dumbledore made up his mind to make John the temporary holder of the Philosopher's Stone.
John didn't know that he might have to thank the old lady in front of him. He rubbed the four kittens respectively.
"It's better to be a cat outside, and not suddenly turn into an older cat lady."
After John satisfied his plush obsession, he was about to leave when he realized that someone seemed to be watching him.
"Spy on me?"
His first thought was Death Eaters, but he was quickly rejected.
The Death Eater he met last time was because the other party was looking for Nico Flamel, but this time he didn't think the other party would come all the way to spy on him.
He is not Harry Potter, the savior, and has absolutely no value in monitoring Death Eaters.
When he got up his expression was as usual, Tom stopped circling, and after John said good-bye to Mrs. Figg, he took Tom for a jog.
"Gone?"
After leaving the streets of Privet Drive, John found that the sense of surveillance was gone.
He had some doubts in his heart, and when he continued to get up for his morning jog the next day, that line of sight appeared again.
This time John saw it clearly. It was a guy who had his whole body wrapped up like a guy with a skin disease.
After jogging out of Privet Drive, the man didn't catch up.
"Is it spying on Harry?"
Thinking that Harry had already left, John felt it was still impossible.
As his doubts grew, John dropped something from his pocket on the third day of running.
When the man who was wrapped up saw the thing shining in the sun, his eyes suddenly glowed with gold.
He immediately ran over and picked up the things.
It was a gold galleung, and he smiled happily.
"There's never a shortage of good luck."
After putting away Jin Gallon, he did not chase John out to spy on him.
At night, John walked out of the house under the Disillusionment Curse.
He held a piece of parchment in his hand, but it wasn't the Marauder's Map.
There is only a simple arrow on this piece of parchment. As John moves, the arrow on the paper keeps changing.
Finally John entered a house.
The house was pitiful and simple, with nothing in it except a fireplace and a tent set up.
John came to the fireplace, which was connected to the Floo Network.
"Let me guess, heading to Diagon Alley."
Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, John called out the name of Diagon Alley.
A ball of green fire swallowed him up, and the next second he appeared in another fireplace.
With some chimney dust on his nose, John wiped the black dust off and walked out to find himself in a shop in Diagon Alley.
“If you can’t find that guy, you can still take a stroll.”
With a thought in his mind, John cast a disillusionment spell again and walked out.
The people in Diagon Alley became sparse at night, and he held the location map he made in his hand.
As he followed the map arrow, he found that there were fewer people.
Moreover, everyone around them put on cloaks to cover their bodies, and some people were trading there.
It looks mysterious, so it's probably not something legal.
"Knockturn Alley?"
Unconsciously, John came to Knockturn Alley.
This place is right next to Diagon Alley, but it is completely different.
This is where a lot of illegal transactions are taking place, and the person spying on John is dealing with something.
"You are too greedy. Do you know how much effort I put into doing this?"
The man put on a cloak and cursed at the boss in a store.
The boss glanced at him and said with a mocking tone: "How much effort? This thing is just a small looking glass, Mundungus Fletcher, the quality of what you stole is getting lower and lower. "
The man known as Mundungus Fletcher, the man who spied on John, stormed off in a rage and slammed the door.
But he still didn't dare to get angry and rob the Lebo Jin Boke antique store.
I had no choice but to leave here by myself.
Mundungus, who was walking outside, was going to the Leaky Cauldron to soothe his sorrows and see if there was any dumber guy who could make a fortune for himself.
"One unlucky day, Dumbledore asked me to pay more attention to that boy, so that I didn't have time to steal anything. Forget about Harry Potter, what does this boy have?" Mundungus complained in a low voice.
If you have time to monitor, you might as well make more money for yourself.
Before his plan could be implemented, he felt the wand pressing against his lower back as he passed through a section of Knockturn Alley.
"Don't move. If you want a hole in your stomach, just pretend I didn't tell you."
Mundungus was so frightened that his legs trembled and he said with a trembling voice: "Calm down, I still have a few Galleons on me, you can take them."
He secretly cursed in his heart that he was unlucky to be taken advantage of by others.
He wanted to take the opportunity to use the wand to escape, but before he could touch the wand, the wand was taken away from his waist.
Physical disarming.
It was completely over now, and Mundungus didn't dare to move.
John took him into the corner of the path and whispered threateningly: "It seems you are not honest."
Mundungus sneered and said: "No, absolutely not, I'm just a little too scared."
"Haha." John didn't believe his words at all. He deliberately lowered his voice, which made Mundungus unclear about John's identity.
At this time, John also knew who asked him to come over to spy on him. Unexpectedly, it was Dumbledore.
He thought for a while, it should be to protect himself.
John had encountered Death Eaters in France, and perhaps because of this, he asked the people who were monitoring and protecting Harry to take care of him.
John's own guess was actually quite accurate. John was a different man than he had been. He was the heir to Nico Flamel's intellectual legacy.
Not to mention what the future holds, just those experimental manuscripts of Nicol Flamel are enough to make some people with ill intentions go crazy.
Now that he knew he was not a Death Eater, John had no intention of solving the other party.
However, he had an idea and thought that he might be able to use this person to open a business in Knockturn Alley.
Just when Mundungus thought he might end up dead in the street today, John said: "Want to make some money, Mundungus Fletcher."
"Making money?" Mundungus didn't expect that someone was paying for the robbery.
He couldn't understand what the other party meant, but he knew that if he didn't agree, he would probably be miserable.
"I have a few props that I need you to help me deal with. After they are sold, I will split the account 28/20."
Although not all of John's props are lethal, some of them were made while he was studying black magic.
Diagon Alley will not buy such things, they can only be sold in Knockturn Alley.
"You only need to answer whether you are willing or not, I will not force you." Even though John said this, the wand pierced Mundungus' waist and hurt.
He nodded hastily, wishing he could nod his head off.
John smiled and took out several dangerous props from the small bag he carried with him.
"In three days, I need to see the golden Galleons."
After leaving these words, John removed the wand from Mundungus' waist.
Relieved, Mundungus hurriedly picked up his disarmed wand.
He looked at the props, and a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and even the fear he felt before disappeared.
"What an exquisite thing. That old guy Borgin will definitely be interested in it."
