Chapter 91

Lucius also revealed his purpose at this time. He said with a smile: "I hope that my child will have the honor of becoming the godson of Lord Johnny Silverhand."

"What?"

If the mask was taken off, the Malfoys would definitely be able to see the shock on John's face.

Draco's godfather? I?

John's head was buzzing, how dare you think about it.

I and Draco are classmates. If you do this, won't we have to discuss things differently in the future?

I call you Draco and you call me Godfather?

At the same time, John also understood what Lucius meant, and he wanted to further consolidate the relationship between the two families.

After all, just being a friend is not enough to reassure the Malfoy family.

Godfather is more intimate than friend.

"I understand your desire to get closer to me, Lucius."

John said solemnly: "But there is something wrong with this."

Lucius looked stunned, not expecting John to refuse.

Draco's heart sank. His father told him that this important figure was related to the future of the Malfoy family.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, Draco is a good boy."

"I know Lucius, I know better than you."

John said this and silently added in his heart, after all, they have been classmates for two years.

Lucius was a little strange, why Johnny Silverhand knew, he knew Draco.

Not to mention it was him, Draco was a little confused.

Fortunately, John added: "I see the desire for self-improvement in this child's eyes. Lucius, you are destroying a child. This is a rare quality, like a pearl in dust."

The quality of self-improvement?

Lucius looked at his son carefully. Does his son have this thing?

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After looking around, Lucius really didn't see it.

John continued: "He will become a powerful wizard. He does not need to rely on his fathers, only himself. His achievements will make you proud."

Anyway, it costs nothing to say a few nice words, John said with all his strength.

His voice was low and hoarse, like a troubadour from ancient times.

"He has someone he needs to pursue. That person will change everything. He is like a star in the sky, shining on the entire magical world."

Draco was disturbed by these words, and the image of John appeared in his mind.

Johnny Silverhand seemed to be able to see through everything. He stared at Draco and asked meaningfully: "Child, do you choose to follow that person, or do you want to spend your life under the protection of others?"

Draco struggled, and finally said with determination, "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnny Silverhand, I have someone to follow. Although he is not as powerful as you, he is someone worth following."

"Draco?"

Lucius' eyes widened, he felt something was wrong with Draco.

John raised his hand to stop Lucius's next words. He stood up and walked to Draco, saying mysteriously: "I look forward to it."

The strong pressure made Draco take a deep breath, and he nodded seriously: "This day will come."

John nodded with satisfaction, it seemed that he no longer had to accept this godson.

In order to prevent Lucius from continuing to act like a monster, John took out several letters.

"These are the letters that pureblood families will send to Hogwarts. You will return to the position of Hogwarts school director before Christmas this year."

These words cheered up Lucius. As long as he returned to the position of school director, he would still be the old Malfoy family.

"But, there is a condition."

John's deep eyes met Lucius's and he said calmly: "You can't get too involved in the management of Hogwarts. This school director is just an identity."

Lucius' expression darkened, this was different from what he thought.

"You have to be satisfied. You know the person you offended is known as the most powerful headmaster in the history of Hogwarts."

John scolded: "You should know that even the mysterious man would not want to be his enemy."

These words made Lucius's heart tighten, and his mind seemed to be full of loopholes in front of this person.

Dumbledore's low profile over the years has made people forget that he was a man who had fought against two generations of Dark Lords.

There can be two Dark Lords, but only one White Lord.

Lucius put away the dissatisfaction in his heart. He knew that Malfoy would need to keep a low profile next time.

Lucius left with Draco, and John remained mysterious and lost himself in thought after they left.

"Judging from Lucius's attitude, it seems he doesn't know Voldemort's current situation."

As a former Death Eater, if Voldemort hadn't been so weak, he wouldn't have dared to summon his own Death Eaters.

That's good news, John doesn't remember what happened in third grade.

If Voldemort were to cause trouble at this time, he would not be able to predict the enemy's opportunity.

"It doesn't matter, Harry will block it if the soldiers come, and Lao Deng will cover it if the water comes."

John pushed these questions to the back of his mind.

Casting a disillusionment spell on himself, he left Johnny Silverhand's store.

Walking to a deserted corner, John used Apparition to return home.

He is now becoming more and more proficient at Apparating. Going back and forth to Knockturn Alley every day has also increased his proficiency a lot. He probably will be able to reach level 3 in a short time.

After walking out of the basement, John searched the house for a while but couldn't find Tom.

"Basil, where is Tom?"

Basil was in his own special place, sleeping with his eyes squinted. When he heard the question, he looked out the window.

John walked over and took a look. Isn't that little short-legged dog his own? Next to him was a big black stray dog ​​that he had met once before.

"I was jealous last time, but today we're having fun together."

Watching his little short legs being tortured by the long black dog with a speechless face, the two dogs became very close to each other.

"Is it because it's a male dog?"

John touched his chin and moved his eyes to the big black dog.

He remembered that Tom was a female. Could it be that when he grew up, it was time to find a dog?

"Well, Tom, there's no chance of that between you and it. By that size, I mean the size of the legs."

Seeing the huge difference in size between the two dogs, John was not optimistic about this marriage.

I thought sadly: "Could this be the sadomasochistic love between a long-legged handsome dog wandering the streets and a house-bred purdah puppy?"

In this case, let's leave them alone for a few days.

Anyway, he will be going to school soon, and when the distance comes up, Tom will soon forget about it.

Shaking his head, John ignored the two dogs.

…

Sirius was hiding on Privet Drive, escaping the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors.

He was certain, the day he saw that newspaper, he was beyond certain.

The coward didn't die, he hid.

He hid in fear for 12 years and even turned into a mouse and was fostered in the family.

He was angry, resentful, excited, and wanted to eat the mouse.

There were originally four Marauders, and the three of them helped each other become Animagus. Unexpectedly, the other party would retaliate and betray everyone.

"Woof woof."

The big black dog had a complicated and deep expression on its face, which Tom couldn't understand. It was wagging its tail and spinning in circles.

Sirius saw it and recalled the taste of the dried fish he had eaten.

After staying in Azkaban for 12 years, he swam across the sea to Harry in one breath after coming out.

In addition to eating garbage on the road, he also ate small insects and the like to fill his stomach.

Dried fish and the like were simply the most delicious things he had eaten in 12 years.

With saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, the once richest heir to the Black family showed such embarrassment.

When Tom saw his saliva, he immediately knew that he was hungry and immediately ran back on his short legs.

After a while, a large bag of dog food was dragged out by Tom.

Although it was not as good as the dried fish, it still made Sirius's eyes brighten.

The dog food was pushed down and scattered. Sirius lowered his head to eat, and actually ate dried meat!

"And the steak, it's so good!"

He was feasting and almost didn't shed tears.

…

Watching his dog eating and getting food, John pictured in his mind a family's daughter raising a pretty boy outside and giving them all kinds of money.

"Good guy, I didn't expect you to be such a bitch."

John stared at the big black dog outside, wondering if he should castrate it to prevent the big black dog from harming other people's dogs.

"Could this be Yanzu the Dog?"

After thinking about it for a while, John stopped thinking about it.

It's just that he now has an extra task every day, observing Tom in the attic delivering food and drinks to the big black dog. The way he does it for free makes him hate the iron.

Stepping on the book that was biting at him, John bent down and picked up "The Monster Book of Monsters". His fingers ran across the spine of the book, making the book make a pleasant sound and the whole book softened.

"Hagrid chose this textbook, are you sure there won't be any bites?"

John stared at the book, and Hagrid wrote to him for help, wanting to experience the teaching material in advance.

What John didn't expect was that Dumbledore would ask Hagrid to take over the position of Professor of Care of Magical Zoology.

Since learning that Voldemort was behind what happened fifty years ago, Hagrid has been cleared of his grievances and can finally turn a new leaf.

"Justice may be late, but it is never absent. But is late justice still called justice?"

In fifty years, how many fifty years does a person have?

Not everyone is Nico Flamel. Hagrid was unjustly expelled. Time has passed. If Dumbledore hadn't protected him, he would have been sucked up by the dementors by now.

Fortunately, Hagrid was passionate and he continued to work on his favorite magical beasts for fifty years.

Dumbledore must have known this and compensated Hagrid.

Hagrid, who had never been a professor, immediately thought of John. As a Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant, he felt that John must be very experienced.

Looking at the teaching courses Hagrid listed for him, he shook his head speechlessly.

"Forget it about blast-ended snails and the like, why can't we put some nice-looking ones."

John had a toothache. In Hagrid's opinion, all magical animals were very cute and beautiful, but this was not the case for students.

At least things like bomb-tailed snails had nothing to do with cuteness, so John had to write quickly to Hagrid to revise a batch of magical animal lists.

After finishing everything, he looked up tiredly.

I saw a huge balloon flying in the sky.