Chapter 280 Substitutes and Bank Ability
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Wizards who have lost their wands are not without threats, and there are places where the use of wands is not as blind as this country.
"About this problem." John said meaningfully: "Perhaps there is a better solution."
"Huh?" Old Batty looked at John in confusion.
Under that silver mask, it seemed to be full of mystery.
...
Harry was almost carried away by Mr. Weasley.
He felt as if he could not step on the ground under his feet, and his mind was full of things about Dumbledore.
"My God, I can't believe it. They actually interrogated you in the courtroom. Are they in court?"
Mr. Weasley, not knowing what was happening, led Harry up the stairs.
"I suppose so," said Harry dejectedly.
"Arthur." Amelia Bones greeted Mr. Weasley.
There were several wizards around, and they all showed kindness to Harry.
"Barty Crouch is a very good interrogator, you did a good job." Mr. Weasley said to Harry after responding to Amelia.
Pulling Harry, he whispered, "This is good news. I want to send you back directly. You can tell everyone the good news."
"Molly's going to have a party."
"It's not something to celebrate," Harry growled.
Mr. Weasley was taken aback, and asked patiently: "What's the matter?"
"Johnny Silverhand, he's here too, and he's asking for Dumbledore's resignation as Headmaster."
"Is the Ministry of Magic crazy?" Mr. Weasley was very surprised. "At this time? When the mysterious man returns?"
"Yeah, that's when," Harry felt his stomach churning, sick with nausea, "they think there's something wrong with Dumbledore's education because there's a student who can't control his powers outside the school." , blowing up his aunt."
"I'm sorry, but no one will blame you, Harry." Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry's shoulders and said seriously like a father, "You are great, some things are out of your control. "
"I'm just..." Harry couldn't express how he felt, suddenly someone turned over his old account, and it was because he got Dumbledore involved.
He always thought that he could help Dumbledore, but now it seems that he can't help.
Mr. Weasley led Harry into the elevator, and Harry asked, "How did Johnny Silverhand appear there? Those people call him the Ministry of Magic Advisor."
"That must have sent a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic," Mr. Weasley said clearly, "Crouch's superior sent a lot of Galleons behind his back."
Harry asked again, "Is there any grudge between Johnny Silverhand and Dumbledore?"
Harry asked a little too much, and Mr. Weasley sensed his emotion.
Yes, boys of this age have encountered such things.
He said: "I don't know much about this. They have been put together all the time."
"say what?"
"The second king and so on, Johnny Silver Hand is full of mystery, no one knows his face, he has a lot of money, and he has a lot of people."
Harry stammered, "Then is it possible he has a grudge between them?"
"Hush." Mr. Weasley said seriously, "You must not say such words."
"He's targeting Dumbledore like that, who else but Voldemort."
"Harry!" Mr. Weasley said very seriously, "He can't be a Death Eater. On the contrary, he and Death Eaters are even more difficult to deal with. I can guarantee this."
As Head of Department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Mr Weasley knew a bit more.
Johnny Silverhand's attitude towards Death Eaters, that's horrific.
This person would not currently be an enemy of the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry's mind was confused, he was talking nonsense, and Johnny Silver Hand was still doing it to Voldemort in the cemetery.
But the feeling Johnny Silverhand had for Dumbledore was drowsy.
The elevator has arrived.
Walking into the hall, there were very few people at this time, and Harry saw two wizards, a male and a female, standing at the Magic Brothers fountain.
"How's Lippi?"
"He's fine, you don't need to worry."
"That task lasted too long."
"Sorry, I can't tell you the specifics, are you free this week?"
"What, you want to ask me out?"
"Why not?"
"You've changed a lot. You weren't like this before... Arthur."
The two were chatting next to the fountain. The witch looked so beautiful, and her smoking voice made her talk sexy.
She greeted Mr. Weasley, who responded, "Good afternoon, Ozzy."
Mr. Weasley whispered to Harry, "This is an experienced Auror who has recently been transferred from the field."
Ozzy's gaze also fell on Harry, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said, "This is Harry Potter?"
She nodded at Harry with a smile on her face.
When the wizard next to him saw this combination, a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes.
"Long time no see, Arthur."
He greeted Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley said with some embarrassment: "Tang Mi, you are here..."
"I'm waiting for someone." Tang Mi said with a light smile, "I don't have work anymore, so I have to wait here."
"Yes, then I won't bother you."
Mr. Weasley was very discerning. He ended the conversation and pulled Harry to leave.
At this moment, Harry saw the pool of water in the fountain, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute."
He took out the money bag from his pocket and poured it into the pool.
Looking up at the house-elf, Harry wondered what Hermione would say if she saw it.
Seeing this, Mr. Weasley thought that Harry was doing a good deed.
There is a sign on the waterhole, and all the money in it will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.
He didn't know that this was Harry fulfilling his wish, and when he came in, he said in his heart that if the charges were dropped, he would invest ten Galleons.
Obviously, more than ten Galleons have been poured in now.
"Okay Harry, I'll take you home first." Mr. Weasley finished speaking, and heard the sound of the lift gate opening.
He looked back, and the silver mask came out of it.
Tang Mi walked over and said respectfully, "My lord."
Mr. Weasley was swept by a gaze, and he took two steps towards Harry.
Harry found it too, the silver mask.
Exactly the same as in the courtroom.
It was as if he had returned to the courtroom, and the mood he had relaxed just now was revived.
Recalling the scene when they met in the cemetery, Johnny Silverhand questioned Dumbledore loudly.
There was definitely some kind of relationship between the two of them, Harry was pretty sure of that.
Harry had guessed, from the tone of Johnny Silverhand, and the professor who said that.
Was it ever a student at Hogwarts?
That line of sight just glanced over Harry, and did not linger too long to transition to Ozzy.
He nodded to Ozzy, and Ozzy responded with a smile.
Not a single look, this was the first time Harry had been treated like this.
The last time in the graveyard, he stood behind Dumbledore.
This time at the Ministry of Magic, he was standing behind Mr Weasley.
That person's eyes never seemed to have Harry.
Harry wanted to ask him why Dumbledore had been suspended as Headmaster.
Mr. Weasley hastily grabbed Harry.
But the footsteps of the silver mask stopped, he looked over, and then walked towards Harry.
"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand." Mr. Weasley said, and saw the silver mask walking past.
Standing next to Harry, he took out a money bag.
The Garen in the purse was like a golden waterfall, and there was an extra piece of gold in the pool.
Mr. Weasley's eyes widened. This fell, at least half a year's salary.
"Whether it's in the Muggle or wizarding world," a deep and hoarse voice sounded, Harry looked at the silver mask, the eyes there were indifferent and emotionless, "hospitals are always extremely important."
Are you talking to yourself?
Harry opened his mouth to respond.
The voice sounded again, "Tang Mi, the land you bought last time hasn't been built yet, right?"
Tang Mi respectfully said: "Yes."
"Then build a hospital and provide free services to some patients."
Harry felt that the silver mask had turned to gold at this moment, and the power of money almost blinded his eyes.
His face was dull. Is this the world of big bosses? Building a hospital is like buying vegetables.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry came back to his senses, looked at the two who had already walked towards the fireplace, and asked uncertainly, "Did he talk to me just now?"
Mr. Weasley was also blinded by the money ability, and said, "It seems so."
...
"About this problem." John said meaningfully: "Perhaps there is a better solution."
"Huh?" Old Batty looked at John in confusion.
Under that silver mask, it seemed to be full of mystery.
...
Harry was almost carried away by Mr. Weasley.
He felt as if he could not step on the ground under his feet, and his mind was full of things about Dumbledore.
"My God, I can't believe it. They actually interrogated you in the courtroom. Are they in court?"
Mr. Weasley, not knowing what was happening, led Harry up the stairs.
"I suppose so," said Harry dejectedly.
"Arthur." Amelia Bones greeted Mr. Weasley.
There were several wizards around, and they all showed kindness to Harry.
"Barty Crouch is a very good interrogator, you did a good job." Mr. Weasley said to Harry after responding to Amelia.
Pulling Harry, he whispered, "This is good news. I want to send you back directly. You can tell everyone the good news."
"Molly's going to have a party."
"It's not something to celebrate," Harry growled.
Mr. Weasley was taken aback, and asked patiently: "What's the matter?"
"Johnny Silverhand, he's here too, and he's asking for Dumbledore's resignation as Headmaster."
"Is the Ministry of Magic crazy?" Mr. Weasley was very surprised. "At this time? When the mysterious man returns?"
"Yeah, that's when," Harry felt his stomach churning, sick with nausea, "they think there's something wrong with Dumbledore's education because there's a student who can't control his powers outside the school." , blowing up his aunt."
"I'm sorry, but no one will blame you, Harry." Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry's shoulders and said seriously like a father, "You are great, some things are out of your control. "
"I'm just..." Harry couldn't express how he felt, suddenly someone turned over his old account, and it was because he got Dumbledore involved.
He always thought that he could help Dumbledore, but now it seems that he can't help.
Mr. Weasley led Harry into the elevator, and Harry asked, "How did Johnny Silverhand appear there? Those people call him the Ministry of Magic Advisor."
"That must have sent a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic," Mr. Weasley said clearly, "Crouch's superior sent a lot of Galleons behind his back."
Harry asked again, "Is there any grudge between Johnny Silverhand and Dumbledore?"
Harry asked a little too much, and Mr. Weasley sensed his emotion.
Yes, boys of this age have encountered such things.
He said: "I don't know much about this. They have been put together all the time."
"say what?"
"The second king and so on, Johnny Silver Hand is full of mystery, no one knows his face, he has a lot of money, and he has a lot of people."
Harry stammered, "Then is it possible he has a grudge between them?"
"Hush." Mr. Weasley said seriously, "You must not say such words."
"He's targeting Dumbledore like that, who else but Voldemort."
"Harry!" Mr. Weasley said very seriously, "He can't be a Death Eater. On the contrary, he and Death Eaters are even more difficult to deal with. I can guarantee this."
As Head of Department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Mr Weasley knew a bit more.
Johnny Silverhand's attitude towards Death Eaters, that's horrific.
This person would not currently be an enemy of the Order of the Phoenix.
Harry's mind was confused, he was talking nonsense, and Johnny Silver Hand was still doing it to Voldemort in the cemetery.
But the feeling Johnny Silverhand had for Dumbledore was drowsy.
The elevator has arrived.
Walking into the hall, there were very few people at this time, and Harry saw two wizards, a male and a female, standing at the Magic Brothers fountain.
"How's Lippi?"
"He's fine, you don't need to worry."
"That task lasted too long."
"Sorry, I can't tell you the specifics, are you free this week?"
"What, you want to ask me out?"
"Why not?"
"You've changed a lot. You weren't like this before... Arthur."
The two were chatting next to the fountain. The witch looked so beautiful, and her smoking voice made her talk sexy.
She greeted Mr. Weasley, who responded, "Good afternoon, Ozzy."
Mr. Weasley whispered to Harry, "This is an experienced Auror who has recently been transferred from the field."
Ozzy's gaze also fell on Harry, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said, "This is Harry Potter?"
She nodded at Harry with a smile on her face.
When the wizard next to him saw this combination, a strange flash of light flashed in his eyes.
"Long time no see, Arthur."
He greeted Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley said with some embarrassment: "Tang Mi, you are here..."
"I'm waiting for someone." Tang Mi said with a light smile, "I don't have work anymore, so I have to wait here."
"Yes, then I won't bother you."
Mr. Weasley was very discerning. He ended the conversation and pulled Harry to leave.
At this moment, Harry saw the pool of water in the fountain, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute."
He took out the money bag from his pocket and poured it into the pool.
Looking up at the house-elf, Harry wondered what Hermione would say if she saw it.
Seeing this, Mr. Weasley thought that Harry was doing a good deed.
There is a sign on the waterhole, and all the money in it will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.
He didn't know that this was Harry fulfilling his wish, and when he came in, he said in his heart that if the charges were dropped, he would invest ten Galleons.
Obviously, more than ten Galleons have been poured in now.
"Okay Harry, I'll take you home first." Mr. Weasley finished speaking, and heard the sound of the lift gate opening.
He looked back, and the silver mask came out of it.
Tang Mi walked over and said respectfully, "My lord."
Mr. Weasley was swept by a gaze, and he took two steps towards Harry.
Harry found it too, the silver mask.
Exactly the same as in the courtroom.
It was as if he had returned to the courtroom, and the mood he had relaxed just now was revived.
Recalling the scene when they met in the cemetery, Johnny Silverhand questioned Dumbledore loudly.
There was definitely some kind of relationship between the two of them, Harry was pretty sure of that.
Harry had guessed, from the tone of Johnny Silverhand, and the professor who said that.
Was it ever a student at Hogwarts?
That line of sight just glanced over Harry, and did not linger too long to transition to Ozzy.
He nodded to Ozzy, and Ozzy responded with a smile.
Not a single look, this was the first time Harry had been treated like this.
The last time in the graveyard, he stood behind Dumbledore.
This time at the Ministry of Magic, he was standing behind Mr Weasley.
That person's eyes never seemed to have Harry.
Harry wanted to ask him why Dumbledore had been suspended as Headmaster.
Mr. Weasley hastily grabbed Harry.
But the footsteps of the silver mask stopped, he looked over, and then walked towards Harry.
"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand." Mr. Weasley said, and saw the silver mask walking past.
Standing next to Harry, he took out a money bag.
The Garen in the purse was like a golden waterfall, and there was an extra piece of gold in the pool.
Mr. Weasley's eyes widened. This fell, at least half a year's salary.
"Whether it's in the Muggle or wizarding world," a deep and hoarse voice sounded, Harry looked at the silver mask, the eyes there were indifferent and emotionless, "hospitals are always extremely important."
Are you talking to yourself?
Harry opened his mouth to respond.
The voice sounded again, "Tang Mi, the land you bought last time hasn't been built yet, right?"
Tang Mi respectfully said: "Yes."
"Then build a hospital and provide free services to some patients."
Harry felt that the silver mask had turned to gold at this moment, and the power of money almost blinded his eyes.
His face was dull. Is this the world of big bosses? Building a hospital is like buying vegetables.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry came back to his senses, looked at the two who had already walked towards the fireplace, and asked uncertainly, "Did he talk to me just now?"
Mr. Weasley was also blinded by the money ability, and said, "It seems so."
...
