Chapter 107 Silver Hand Angel Investing and the Call of Magic
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
As the pillar of the family, Vernon still stood up, and he said cautiously: "It's Maggie, we accidentally talked about something about Harry's parents."
"Careless?" John glanced at him.
Vernon hurriedly changed his words: "There may be some bad words mixed in."
Carefully looking at John's face, Vernon didn't see any anger.
John sighed, no wonder Harry was so angry.
In Harry's mind, his parents were the best and most perfect.
It was also in this situation today that she was irritated and unconsciously leaked the magic to Maggie.
And it's still cast without a wand, which further affirms John's theory that magic comes with emotions.
He sat on the sofa and tapped his fingers on the arm of the sofa.
In the terrified expressions of the Dursleys, everything caused by the chaos seemed to be packed up by invisible hands.
John looked at Vernon deeply, and said lightly, "You seem to have misunderstood wizards."
Vernon wanted to say that he didn't, but seeing John's eyes, he chose to shut up.
John leaned his head on the sofa and said indifferently: "You think wizards are just like street magicians, playing tricks to deceive people."
"Wrong, a wizard can easily tear down a house with a flick of his wand, or make your car go out of control and fall off a cliff."
This made Vernon gasp. He stared at John and said in a trembling voice, "Students are not allowed to cast spells outside the school, right?"
"Yes, and neither."
John chuckled and said, "It's not like Hogwarts has students dropping out of school. Do you think a wizard is not a wizard after leaving the magic school?"
He stared into Vernon's small eyes, and said word by word, "Mr. Dursley, I'm not alarmist. You are provoking Harry and driving him into the path of a murderer."
Vernon's head was buzzing, he just couldn't understand Harry, and he didn't expect it to be so serious.
"Today, if Harry is more irrational, you may not be able to wait for my arrival. Life is fragile. Why do you provoke a wizard with a bad attitude? You could have been a good family."
Hearing from the family, Petunia Dursley grabbed Vernon's hand, and Harry was her sister's child.
When Voldemort killed Harry's parents, she also lost her sister.
Although jealous of her sister's magical talent, Petunia never thought of abandoning Harry.
Contradictory emotions made her moody towards Harry, and now she realized what she had done after hearing John's words.
Vernon was already in a cold sweat, yes, when Harry pointed his wand at him today, he felt like his heart was about to stop beating.
"That's all, Mr. Dursley, what an interruption."
Seeing that they understood that they had to change their attitude towards Harry, John got up and left the Dursleys' house.
On the way back, John saw the big black dog again.
He was speechless, he just fed the dried fish, you come again, right?
Taking out the last dried fish and putting it on the ground, John fiddled with the jar and said, "It's all gone."
The big black dog stared at John, then came over and ate up the dried fish on the ground.
After patting the big black dog on the head, John went home.
Sirius had seen it clearly just now, this man was Harry's friend.
He chewed the dried fish in his mouth, thinking how he could catch that traitor.
...
There is less than a month left of summer vacation.
John gave the crystal ball a little push, and it rolled from the table to the floor.
Seeing this, Tom ran up immediately, trying to pick up the crystal ball with his mouth.
"It seems that the enthusiasm of the little wizard is not low."
John stared at a pile of letters on the table, addressed to the generous Lord Johnny Silverhand.
In addition to contracting the expenses of the cursed little wizard's wolf poison potion before he became an adult, more than half of the Little Wizard Foundation was vacant.
Now the Johnny Silverhands store has a very considerable amount of money relying on the income from Lockhart's books and the continuous gold-absorbing ability.
There would be no children left with the money, so John decided to use it to enhance Johnny Silverhand's reputation.
He used the money to set up an opportunity to realize the dream of the little wizard. As long as you have a good enough idea, the silver hand angel investment will sponsor your start.
This undoubtedly solves the problem of many wizards who want to start a business but suffer from no start-up capital. Letters are constantly sent to Johnny Silver Hands stores all over the country.
For this reason, John set up a special window for receiving letters.
Every time Riddle flew to John's house, he carried a large bag of letters.
Picking up a letter and seeing the address on it, John froze for a moment.
"Fred and George?"
Coincidentally, these two little wizards with dreams are still their classmates.
Knowing that both of them have unconstrained imaginations for inventions and creations, John opened it with great interest.
Inside is the rare seriousness of the twins, who seem to need the money.
"A joke store? That's a very good idea."
John dipped his quill in ink and wrote back to the Weasley twins.
"But even if you are a classmate, you have to inspect the goods."
Just when Riddle was about to fly out, John remembered that the two brothers were traveling in Egypt.
"Forget it, send it when you get back."
Putting the letter away, John continued to look at other letters.
Hermione ran to France and sent a photo of her in Paris.
John took a look, um, it seems to be dark, but it may be a problem with the shooting angle.
"Looks like Dharma Alex is finally out of research."
Seeing the reply from Dharma Alex, John opened it and took a look.
The other party was indeed very interested in the research that John sent him last time. For this reason, he spent all day in the experiment, and after getting some results, he couldn't wait to invite John to the manor.
Naturally, John would not refuse, and used apparition to come to Belby Manor.
He met the house elf of Belby's family and took him into the manor respectfully.
After Dharma Alex came out, John was taken aback.
"You don't drink too much pick-me-up."
Dharma Alex's ears were smoking like a steam train, and he also had thick dark circles on his face. He probably hadn't slept well for several months.
But this can't dispel the enthusiasm of Dharma Alex, he took John's hand and went to see his research results.
"You are simply a genius. The Blood Curse, a curse that has plagued thousands of years, you actually thought of breaking it."
Dharma Alex opened his eyes wide, as if they were about to fall out.
John saw his result, a bottle of blood-red potion.
"There is no specific test subject for the Blood Curse, so I can only prepare it according to the wolfsbane potion."
If he didn't know the Blood Curse, Dharma Alex would definitely cast a curse on someone to test it.
"The Blood Curse is a curse that can be inherited. It is extremely evil, and there is no way to break it."
John approached the bottle of blood magic potion, reached out to pick it up, and saw the scarlet color emitting a stench inside.
"I'm more concerned with the heritage nature of it."
Putting down the blood demon potion, John glanced at Damo Alex and said, "Magic dies from the caster, and blood magic is not in this category."
After Dharma Alex calmed down, he became extremely sleepy.
He opened his mouth wide, forced himself to chat with John for a while, and finally lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
John looked at him, it seemed that Dharma Alex was going to sleep for a while.
Just when he was about to find a place to wait, a light appeared in his eyeballs.
As far as he could see, the area in front of him turned into a virgin forest.
A murmur that seemed to be absent lingered in my ears, erratic.
"what happened?"
John's body froze, and the voice in his ear gradually turned into an understandable language.
"I'm here."
Suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and John stared wide-eyed.
His body seemed to be pulled by a rope, and it seemed to have entered the passage of apparition.
Constantly retreating and rising, before leaving completely, John saw lines of silver light floating in front of him.
He grabbed the line with all his strength, and he fell down suddenly.
All visions disappear, replaced by returning to Belby Manor.
John leaned on the table and gasped for breath. He fixed his eyes on his right hand.
A silver light-like line connects to the void at the other end.
"Who was that just now?"
John was puzzled, as if he had touched something in his hand, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a book.
And that page on the book records the blood curse.
At the same time, his ancient magic proficiency has been upgraded.
Staring at the mastery of ancient magic, John felt that the voice just now was somewhat familiar.
After careful recollection, it is somewhat similar to goblin magic.
"Is it ancient magic?"
As his fingers brushed the page of the blood curse book, the look in John's eyes changed.
It was a call from ancient magic just now, and the voice was sad like a female voice.
"It's a big deal to go and have a look."
John gripped the lines tightly in his hands, but the place didn't seem to be within the borders of the country.
...
"Careless?" John glanced at him.
Vernon hurriedly changed his words: "There may be some bad words mixed in."
Carefully looking at John's face, Vernon didn't see any anger.
John sighed, no wonder Harry was so angry.
In Harry's mind, his parents were the best and most perfect.
It was also in this situation today that she was irritated and unconsciously leaked the magic to Maggie.
And it's still cast without a wand, which further affirms John's theory that magic comes with emotions.
He sat on the sofa and tapped his fingers on the arm of the sofa.
In the terrified expressions of the Dursleys, everything caused by the chaos seemed to be packed up by invisible hands.
John looked at Vernon deeply, and said lightly, "You seem to have misunderstood wizards."
Vernon wanted to say that he didn't, but seeing John's eyes, he chose to shut up.
John leaned his head on the sofa and said indifferently: "You think wizards are just like street magicians, playing tricks to deceive people."
"Wrong, a wizard can easily tear down a house with a flick of his wand, or make your car go out of control and fall off a cliff."
This made Vernon gasp. He stared at John and said in a trembling voice, "Students are not allowed to cast spells outside the school, right?"
"Yes, and neither."
John chuckled and said, "It's not like Hogwarts has students dropping out of school. Do you think a wizard is not a wizard after leaving the magic school?"
He stared into Vernon's small eyes, and said word by word, "Mr. Dursley, I'm not alarmist. You are provoking Harry and driving him into the path of a murderer."
Vernon's head was buzzing, he just couldn't understand Harry, and he didn't expect it to be so serious.
"Today, if Harry is more irrational, you may not be able to wait for my arrival. Life is fragile. Why do you provoke a wizard with a bad attitude? You could have been a good family."
Hearing from the family, Petunia Dursley grabbed Vernon's hand, and Harry was her sister's child.
When Voldemort killed Harry's parents, she also lost her sister.
Although jealous of her sister's magical talent, Petunia never thought of abandoning Harry.
Contradictory emotions made her moody towards Harry, and now she realized what she had done after hearing John's words.
Vernon was already in a cold sweat, yes, when Harry pointed his wand at him today, he felt like his heart was about to stop beating.
"That's all, Mr. Dursley, what an interruption."
Seeing that they understood that they had to change their attitude towards Harry, John got up and left the Dursleys' house.
On the way back, John saw the big black dog again.
He was speechless, he just fed the dried fish, you come again, right?
Taking out the last dried fish and putting it on the ground, John fiddled with the jar and said, "It's all gone."
The big black dog stared at John, then came over and ate up the dried fish on the ground.
After patting the big black dog on the head, John went home.
Sirius had seen it clearly just now, this man was Harry's friend.
He chewed the dried fish in his mouth, thinking how he could catch that traitor.
...
There is less than a month left of summer vacation.
John gave the crystal ball a little push, and it rolled from the table to the floor.
Seeing this, Tom ran up immediately, trying to pick up the crystal ball with his mouth.
"It seems that the enthusiasm of the little wizard is not low."
John stared at a pile of letters on the table, addressed to the generous Lord Johnny Silverhand.
In addition to contracting the expenses of the cursed little wizard's wolf poison potion before he became an adult, more than half of the Little Wizard Foundation was vacant.
Now the Johnny Silverhands store has a very considerable amount of money relying on the income from Lockhart's books and the continuous gold-absorbing ability.
There would be no children left with the money, so John decided to use it to enhance Johnny Silverhand's reputation.
He used the money to set up an opportunity to realize the dream of the little wizard. As long as you have a good enough idea, the silver hand angel investment will sponsor your start.
This undoubtedly solves the problem of many wizards who want to start a business but suffer from no start-up capital. Letters are constantly sent to Johnny Silver Hands stores all over the country.
For this reason, John set up a special window for receiving letters.
Every time Riddle flew to John's house, he carried a large bag of letters.
Picking up a letter and seeing the address on it, John froze for a moment.
"Fred and George?"
Coincidentally, these two little wizards with dreams are still their classmates.
Knowing that both of them have unconstrained imaginations for inventions and creations, John opened it with great interest.
Inside is the rare seriousness of the twins, who seem to need the money.
"A joke store? That's a very good idea."
John dipped his quill in ink and wrote back to the Weasley twins.
"But even if you are a classmate, you have to inspect the goods."
Just when Riddle was about to fly out, John remembered that the two brothers were traveling in Egypt.
"Forget it, send it when you get back."
Putting the letter away, John continued to look at other letters.
Hermione ran to France and sent a photo of her in Paris.
John took a look, um, it seems to be dark, but it may be a problem with the shooting angle.
"Looks like Dharma Alex is finally out of research."
Seeing the reply from Dharma Alex, John opened it and took a look.
The other party was indeed very interested in the research that John sent him last time. For this reason, he spent all day in the experiment, and after getting some results, he couldn't wait to invite John to the manor.
Naturally, John would not refuse, and used apparition to come to Belby Manor.
He met the house elf of Belby's family and took him into the manor respectfully.
After Dharma Alex came out, John was taken aback.
"You don't drink too much pick-me-up."
Dharma Alex's ears were smoking like a steam train, and he also had thick dark circles on his face. He probably hadn't slept well for several months.
But this can't dispel the enthusiasm of Dharma Alex, he took John's hand and went to see his research results.
"You are simply a genius. The Blood Curse, a curse that has plagued thousands of years, you actually thought of breaking it."
Dharma Alex opened his eyes wide, as if they were about to fall out.
John saw his result, a bottle of blood-red potion.
"There is no specific test subject for the Blood Curse, so I can only prepare it according to the wolfsbane potion."
If he didn't know the Blood Curse, Dharma Alex would definitely cast a curse on someone to test it.
"The Blood Curse is a curse that can be inherited. It is extremely evil, and there is no way to break it."
John approached the bottle of blood magic potion, reached out to pick it up, and saw the scarlet color emitting a stench inside.
"I'm more concerned with the heritage nature of it."
Putting down the blood demon potion, John glanced at Damo Alex and said, "Magic dies from the caster, and blood magic is not in this category."
After Dharma Alex calmed down, he became extremely sleepy.
He opened his mouth wide, forced himself to chat with John for a while, and finally lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
John looked at him, it seemed that Dharma Alex was going to sleep for a while.
Just when he was about to find a place to wait, a light appeared in his eyeballs.
As far as he could see, the area in front of him turned into a virgin forest.
A murmur that seemed to be absent lingered in my ears, erratic.
"what happened?"
John's body froze, and the voice in his ear gradually turned into an understandable language.
"I'm here."
Suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and John stared wide-eyed.
His body seemed to be pulled by a rope, and it seemed to have entered the passage of apparition.
Constantly retreating and rising, before leaving completely, John saw lines of silver light floating in front of him.
He grabbed the line with all his strength, and he fell down suddenly.
All visions disappear, replaced by returning to Belby Manor.
John leaned on the table and gasped for breath. He fixed his eyes on his right hand.
A silver light-like line connects to the void at the other end.
"Who was that just now?"
John was puzzled, as if he had touched something in his hand, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a book.
And that page on the book records the blood curse.
At the same time, his ancient magic proficiency has been upgraded.
Staring at the mastery of ancient magic, John felt that the voice just now was somewhat familiar.
After careful recollection, it is somewhat similar to goblin magic.
"Is it ancient magic?"
As his fingers brushed the page of the blood curse book, the look in John's eyes changed.
It was a call from ancient magic just now, and the voice was sad like a female voice.
"It's a big deal to go and have a look."
John gripped the lines tightly in his hands, but the place didn't seem to be within the borders of the country.
...
