Chapter 68
John was confused, "Of course I am."
"evidence!"
Malfoy looked like a little boy who had just been cheated of candy. He already had a wand in his hand.
As long as John has no evidence, he plans to make the guy who just lied to him suffer.
John thought for a moment and waved to Malfoy.
While keeping an eye on John, Malfoy walked over.
After arriving in front of him, John's left hand was like a poisonous snake, which made Malfoy unable to react. He grabbed the hand holding the wand and twisted it, and the wand fell off from that hand.
Then John grabbed Malfoy's collar with his right hand and lifted him up easily.
Malfoy was choked to the ground and couldn't breathe. He clapped his hands and John's hands quickly surrendered.
"I believe it, I believe it."
"It would have been better if it had been this way."
He let go of his hand and let Malfoy sit down. John walked aside and sat down. Tom, who had been casually running around the Slytherin lounge, ran to the sofa and asked for a touch.
"Ahem, there are two guys pretending to be Goyle and Crabbe."
Malfoy was extremely convinced that no one in the entire Hogwarts student population except John had such strength.
He said fiercely: "If I know who it is, I will let him know the power of the curse!"
"Disguised as Goyle and Crabbe? Is it a compound potion?"
John stroked Tom's dog's head, and Tom felt so comfortable that the whole dog lay down.
He thought of the three little ones. Apart from them, it was estimated that no one would do this.
"What did you say to them?" John, who knew the answer, was curious about what the third child asked.
It must be the heir or something, after all, they have always suspected Malfoy.
Malfoy hesitated and said, "I'm basically the one saying it."
"...Draco, you should change this habit of yours."
John was speechless. You sent the information directly before anyone else asked.
Malfoy was embarrassed, so he took his anger out on Goyle and Crabbe.
"It's all your fault for coming back so late."
"We ate a cake and then passed out."
Both Goyles were also aggrieved, and John patted Tom's dog's head to get it up from the ground.
"Okay, that's it."
He got up and prepared to go back to the dormitory. Before leaving, Malfoy stopped John.
"John, they also asked about you."
"I?"
John was stunned, and Malfoy nodded: "I said you often don't know where you are."
Are you doubting yourself?
John didn't think it would be the case, he was an authentic Muggle wizard.
Harry probably asked casually, curious about his life in Slytherin.
Not taking it to heart, John returned to the dormitory.
Now he has time to deal with the pile of Christmas presents.
Most of them were sent by his group of pen pals. After all, interpersonal relationships still need to be maintained. John also sent a lot at Christmas.
Open one, it was from Neville, there is a beautiful glass ball inside, and stars will be projected when placed next to the candle.
Hermione received an exquisite quill pen, Ron received a wizard's chess piece, and Harry received a Quidditch book.
There are also cufflinks sent by my mother, and a wizard hat sent by my father. It seems that the materials are made by Muggles and are handmade.
Dad, Watson Wick, hinted implicitly or explicitly in his letter that John could bring him a Golden Snitch back. It was probably the Quidditch books he brought back during the summer vacation that interested his dad.
And Mrs. Wick's letter only said one sentence, tell your father to go to hell and don't listen to him.
The gifts were almost opened, and John looked at the last one.
The address above surprised him. It was actually from his own home.
Opening the gift, there was a letter inside.
He picked it up and glanced at it:
“My beloved Yadani, I hope you receive my gift.
It's a pity that you didn't come to my home for Christmas this year, but it's okay that you didn't come. It's not peaceful at home recently.
The situation is turbulent and your uncles are also affected. Even though your father is old, there are still some people who want to ask him out.
They were all kicked out by me. This group of inhumane guys wanted to squeeze out the last bit of value.
Okay, let’s not talk about it anymore.
Remember that brown bear? Its cubs grew up and were stronger than their mother.
I really hope you can come and visit next year, I haven't taken you hunting yet.
Love you uncle.
Seryosha Jovonovich. "
Yadani Jovonovich is a name that only his grandfather's family can call him.
This letter was sent home by my uncle and forwarded by Mrs. Wick.
A trace of nostalgia flashed in John's eyes. Although his uncles were big and rough and liked wrestling with brown bears, they really loved him.
Even though they haven't been back for a long time, the uncles will still insist on sending gifts.
"I don't know what uncle gave me."
With anticipation, John opened this gift box that looked to be the size of a book.
After opening the white polka dot pattern gift bag paper, a black box that looks expensive is revealed.
John solemnly opened the box, and something matte black lay quietly inside.
"?"
Seeing this thing, John fell into deep thought.
He kept the opening position and reopened the box without giving up.
Well, nothing changes inside.
He picked up the contents with an expressionless expression. The comfortable grip was a bit big for a child, but John grew faster than a child, so it was almost just right.
The synthetic material handle, matte black, can be well hidden and will not be exposed due to reflection.
The overall weight is light, with a 9mm caliber, an effective range of 50 meters, and a magazine capacity of 17 rounds.
That's right.
This is a gun.
The uncle gave himself a pistol.
John felt that either he was crazy, or his uncle's brain circuitry was different from ordinary people's.
"I, a wizard, use a gun?"
There are not many bullets in the box, only 17.
I guess it's because my uncle didn't want to commit murder... Damn it!
Whoever is a decent person gives a pistol to his child, he is only twelve years old.
"Uncle, you are too hardcore."
Silently putting the pistol back, John decided to seal the gun.
The day after Christmas.
John heard that Hermione was hospitalized, and he was a good friend and caring person.
He went to visit the school hospital and saw a furry face.
Rubbing his eyes, when John looked again, the face was already covered by his hands.
"Don't look at John, leave quickly!" Hermione covered her face so she couldn't see anyone.
John looked strange and said, "Do you want to become a cat lady because you admire Professor McGonagall?"
Why didn't he remember Hermione's Transfiguration to this level?
Hermione was even more ashamed. She originally wanted to be like Millicent Burst, and she even had a close fight with him in the dueling club.
However, Millicent Burst had a cat, and all she got was cat hair, which made her embarrassed to see anyone.
John suppressed a laugh and Hermione tried to kick him out.
"Well, it's pretty cute like this, isn't it."
John even had the urge to rub the cat's head with his hands, but considering that he would be bitten by the future Minister of Magic, he held it back.
Before Hermione could throw the pillow out, John took out his wand and conjured a curtain for Hermione to close.
"I hope you recover as soon as possible. By the way, give me the badge under your pillow."
John left the badge under Harry's pillow last time and forgot about it.
It just so happened that Hermione and Harry slept in the same bed last time, but they just didn't know if these things didn't need to be washed?
Expressing concern about the health of the school hospital, John got his badge back.
Hermione was a little confused when she saw this, and John said casually: "Last time Harry was attacked by a Bludger, I thought we should see who did it. It seems that the heir didn't find him."
"All right."
Hermione felt a little guilty when it came to the heir, so they turned into Slytherins and asked Malfoy.
After saying goodbye to Hermione, John left the school hospital.
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Chapter 80 Snape Suspicion and Durmstrang Letter
There was nothing interesting about the Christmas school. Apart from staring at the Marauder's Map every day, John wanted Malfoy to feel Neville's pain.
"If you can't hold on, you can tell me. I will never force you."
John spoke calmly. He stood outside the Whomping Willow. Malfoy was chased by the branches of the Whomping Willow.
"Shut up, John."
Malfoy had been hit several times, and at first he would have been confused as to why wizards were training in dodge.
Until John escaped Malfoy's three curses in a row, Malfoy knew the importance of body skills.
John didn't close his mouth, his tone was full of sarcasm, "You were right not to let Gower and the others come over. You look so embarrassed now."
"Malfoy of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clan, his descendants can't even knock down a tree."
"Maybe your father is right. After all, your family's wealth can keep you living like a useless person."
"I forgot, maybe it's more than just like."
His words were like daggers, which made Malfoy upset, and he was hit by the Whomping Willow and flew out if he was not careful.
"Look at you, you look like a mouse being driven away with a broom."
"How much did your family donate to Hogwarts to convince them to let you enter the school?"
John took out a turkey sandwich and took one bite. The satisfied look on his face was full of hatred.
