Chapter 82

John glanced at the two old men, narcissistic, right?

"Dad, your teeth don't hurt anymore?"

Unable to stand the friendship between two old men, John reminded his father.

Watson held his cheek, it hurt, it hurt too much.

Mr. Granger worked on Watson's teeth while John walked aimlessly in the clinic.

Pick up a newspaper that reports on what's going on in the furry bear country.

The Big Brother that the world once deserved is now in turmoil after experiencing a split.

John murmured to himself: "It seems that grandpa is also involved in these things."

He remembered that his grandfather had some reputation in the local area, which may have been solicited by the government, who wanted to ask him to stabilize the local situation.

Shaking his head, John looked at the newspaper.

A fluffy brown head came over, and when she saw John, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"John!"

John turned around and saw Hermione running over with an incredibly thick book in her arms.

The book was placed on the table, making a dull sound when it came into contact with the table.

"Why are you here? You should tell me."

Hermione was so surprised that she couldn't help complaining. She had invited several friends to her home.

But it seems that the Muggle world is not attractive to wizards, and none of them have come here.

She was a little envious of the Weasley family's Burrow, that was the real fun.

John pointed to his father who was having his teeth extracted and said helplessly: "My father ate too much chocolate and now he has tooth decay. If you have the wizard card of Damo Alex Belby, you'd better give him one."

"Uh..." Hermione blinked. Sometimes she really wondered how Mr. Wick could give birth to a child like John.

"Stop talking about this, do you want to preview the textbooks for the next grade?"

Miss Know-It-All would only put down her studies when she was taking risks. Hermione's eyes were bright, and she felt that John must also have previewed.

John wiped his cold sweat, coughed twice and said, "Actually, some things don't need to be so, um, so urgent."

Although I have blessings, I still can’t bear to read eighteen hours a day.

The King of Gryffindor is so terrifying.

Hermione thought for a while and said disappointedly: "Yes, you are so smart."

"No, no, no." John waved his hand hurriedly and explained: "Knowledge is interoperable. When you understand the Floating Curse, you will be able to understand the Flying Curse faster."

John said, giving her a demonstration and taking out some listless lilies in the vase.

Infuse magic into the lily and the flower blooms again, its petals glowing with life.

Handing the lily to Hermione, he chuckled and said, "Magic is the root. We have to understand it. As long as you understand this, you will find that everything becomes simple."

Hermione held the lily, hesitated, and asked slyly: "History of Magic, too?"

"...I guess not."

Little girl, you can easily kill yourself by chatting like this.

John saw Hermione's snickering lips and knew that this was Hermione's intention.

He grinded his back molars up and down, realizing that he had been tricked by a little girl.

After Watson Wick pulled out his teeth, his relationship with Mr. Granger developed rapidly.

The close look between the two makes one can't help but suspect that these two old men have a second youth.

"John, I decided to stay in London for a few days, and Wendell invited me to play golf."

Watson was already good enough to call Mr. Granger by name, which made John more and more suspicious. There wouldn't be any passion between the two old men, right?

The outside world has always said that they are a corrupt country, shouldn't they?

But it would be better to stay in London, which would save John some time.

He happened to be heading to Knockturn Alley, which was more in line with his expectations.

…

Johnny Silverhand store.

This store that suddenly popped up last year quickly developed into a large store that replaced Bojin Bock in just one year.

Mundungus always felt that he deserved a lot of credit, even more so than Lord Silverhand, who never appeared.

With such a mentality, he burst out with great energy and gradually regarded himself as the master.

"Shelby, you bastard, you better get out of there!"

What Mundungus was most dissatisfied with was Tommy Shelby. That guy was the airborne security captain who usually gave Mundungus no face at all.

This made Mundungus very angry, and he even considered driving Tang Mi away.

Tang Mi glanced at Mundungus coldly, this shameless thief dared to yell at him.

Stupid guy, Johnny Silverhand's development is all due to the connections of that Excellency.

Otherwise, the big shots in the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families would not let go of such a big piece of cake.

Unfortunately, Mundungus doesn't seem to know this.

He yelled like a monkey in a suit.

At this time, a person walked in outside. Mundungus was still angry and turned his head to glare at the person fiercely.

A silver mask came into view, a green robe was decorated with gorgeous lace, and his slender body was paired with a slim-fitting vest suit.

On the clothes, the golden watch chain is elegant and noble.

Mundungus stared at the visitor. These mysterious people were not uncommon in Knockturn Alley. He said angrily: "What do you want?"

"what?"

The expression behind the silver mask was unclear, but Mundungus could hear the understatement and slight disdain in his tone.

This made Mundungus angry and yell: "Get out of my store if you don't buy something."

"Your shop? Mundungus, you seem to have forgotten whose place this is."

This voice was somewhat familiar. Mundungus recalled it, his little eyes widened, and he screamed, "Are you Mr. Johnny Silverhand?"

Chapter 95 Lupine and Fenrir

"It seems you remember me, Mundungus."

Under the silver mask, John's tone was cold. He approached Mundungus' face so that Mundungus could see his eyes through the holes in the mask.

"Then... why don't you come out and salute me?"

Mundungus saw that the eyes inside the mask turned into dragon-like eyes, and a pressure fell on him.

Mundungus' body shook uncontrollably, and he rolled out screaming and knelt before John.

"Dear Lord Silverhand, Mundungus Fletcher sends you his sincere and respectful greetings."

The little bit of complacency and arrogance that was originally born turned into nothingness under the appearance of Silver Hand.

Big beads of sweat dripped from Mundungus' ridiculous nose. His voice trembled with fear and he showed a flattering smile, "Lord Silverhand, this is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

John walked into the Johnny Silverhand store indifferently. The wizards on the security team tensed up. They were werewolves and could sense that the people in front of them were very dangerous.

They looked at their captain and saw Tommy Shelby walking up to John and bending down respectfully.

"Welcome back, Your Excellency."

As the only person who has seen Johnny Silverhand's true face, Tang Mi made all the connections to the store.

He was even more surprised by John's current state. The faint coercion gave him a sense of oppression when facing a superior.

He said respectfully: "We have been waiting for your arrival."

When the security team saw that their captain was like this, they naturally wouldn't point their wands at their boss.

"Looks like you like this place."

John was very satisfied with the current Johnny Silverhand store. Mundungus and Tang Mi were in charge of the inside and the other outside, and they managed the place very well.

The mysterious Silver Hand returns, and all the employees in the store come out.

The security team was expanded to ten people, and in addition to the original four werewolves, a new team consisting of Remus Lupin and four other retired beaters was added.

Including Tang Mi, the total ten-person team has a combat effectiveness that is not inferior to that of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Mundungus also hired a staff member to run the business while he was away.

The young man's name was Kim Ledisley, a big boy who came to work as a holiday worker.

Kim Ledisley was a tall and handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes. When he stood next to Mundungus, a ridiculous sense of humor arose spontaneously.

"Dear Lord Silverhand, this is last year's income. Most of it is deposited in Gringotts, and part of the warehouse is used for business purchases."

Mundungus took out the account book. John's refining alone could not supply such a large store. He also purchased goods from various places, and some of the shady things also flowed out through his hands.

John took a brief look and knew that Mundungus was greedy for money.

"Mundungus, I don't want you to be erased from Johnny Silverhand forever."

His simple words scared Mundungus to the ground, and he said in fear: "Lord Silverhand, I swear, I absolutely did not."

"Your oath is too cheap." John said lightly.

Mundungus was pulled by a strange force, and his whole body floated towards John.

A hand was wrapped around his neck, and Mundungus lifted his feet off the ground and struggled for help.

His wand flew out as soon as he took it out. Even a wizard would die if he couldn't breathe.

The feeling of suffocation quickly invaded the brain, and the fear of death made Mundungus regretful.

"That's enough, Silverhand-dono!"

Remus Lupine couldn't stand it first. He took out his wand and pointed it at John and yelled: "You should let him go."

Tang Mi took out his wand and said coldly: "Remus, you should know your identity clearly."

"Let him go? Remus, do you know where the money he has devoured these days comes from?"

Pressing Tang Mi's magic wand, John said calmly: "I have left a fund for every little wizard who is persecuted by the curse. With this fund, even a poor little wizard can have a bottle of wolf every month. You can drink the poison.”

Lupine's expression changed, John's hand tightened slightly, and Mundungus was about to suffocate to death.

He said indifferently: "But this person, he took most of the money from that fund. Do you know what this means?"

Lupine opened his mouth, and finally lowered his wand.

"No, Remus, save me."

Mundungus forced a sound from his throat and saw Lupine lower his wand, despairing.

He didn't expect that Johnny Silverhand would know all about his little moves, and the most deadly thing was the hateful looks of those werewolves.

Lupine has been a werewolf since he was a child. He can understand that werewolves are discriminated against and cannot even get a job when they grow up.

How could they not hate that one of Mundungus' greedy Nats was strangling a young werewolf wizard.

Just as Mundungus was about to die, the ruthless hand let go.

He fell to the floor, body twitching, mouth and nose greedily breathing air.

The low and cold voice sounded again, "This is the first time, Mundungus, I hope you understand that what I gave you is not less."

"I understand, Lord Silverhand, I will return everything immediately."

Mundungus didn't dare to ask for anything, he crawled and hugged John's legs and swore.

Exquisite wandless spellcasting, coupled with that terrifying power.