Chapter 329 Bounty and Eye Teeth
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Tang Mi took out two Galleons and put them on the table, and said to the waiter, "Money is a good thing."
The waiter brother grinned, Tang Mi did not leave the bar, but got up and pushed open an oak door inside the bar.
There are various colors of mist floating inside, and the bubbles are broken one by one, turning into colorful mist.
Loud music, various wizards.
Some drank heavily, and some had a small drink.
Others were arguing red-faced.
The bartender wiped the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Mi, different from the clean dust outside, this place is simply another place.
Tang Mi was playing with a gold coin in his hand, and flicked it to the bartender.
The bartender shrugged and moved out of the way.
Tang Mi picked up the silver spoon and tapped the crystal cup on the table.
"Ding ding ding."
The loud music stopped instantly, and everyone looked over.
Tang Mi glanced over, showing a bright smile, holding a magic wand in his hand, and waving at the wanted notices plastered on the huge blackboard behind him.
I saw that the original amount was doubled after the wand was waved.
Slowly turning around, Tang Mi looked at those greedy eyes and shouted loudly: "Go and make money!"
There was a loud noise in the bar, and the wizard was carried away with one bang after another.
They are all desperadoes, licking blood at the tip of their knives.
What kind of money do you dare not earn?
A Death Eater could make them a fortune.
They are like hungry wolves, searching for the smell of money.
Only Johnny Silverhand, the king of Knockturn Alley, can let them hide in the dark.
...
Dumbledore's complexion changed several times, even knowing that John was in front of him.
Letters from owls kept flying in.
The Gringotts explosion.
Amycus captured.
Death Eaters.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Voldemort.
One after another, Dumbledore couldn't help being shocked as news appeared in the principal's office.
He looked up at John, and all this seemed to be done by the student in front of him.
"John?"
Dumbledore's expression was complicated, "What the hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," John said holding the Time-Turner, wrapping the golden chain around his fingers, "I've only been doing one thing."
John looked at Dumbledore calmly, seeing many emotions on that usually kind face.
"You take it for granted, Dumbledore."
He said to himself, "You take it for granted that all sacrifices are deserved."
"You sent Hagrid to find the giant, and you forgot that he's not you and doesn't have magic like you."
"You are the incarnation of justice, so righteous that you don't even bother with despicable means."
"But you forgot, not everyone is Dumbledore, they are just ordinary people."
John got up and said indifferently, "Death Eaters will calculate, and I will calculate. They will take revenge, and I will do the same."
"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."
John grinned, "That's what I've always done, Professor."
Dumbledore stared blankly at John, who put the Time-Turner away.
He saluted Dumbledore, smiled and said, "I hope you don't stop me."
He left the principal's office.
The bomb he planted in the Lestrange vault exploded.
But unfortunately, it didn't blow up Voldemort as he thought.
Tang Mi told the whole story, which made John sigh secretly for his mistake.
He didn't expect Bellacritus to touch it, and he deliberately set the explosion method to move the gold cup, just to blow up Voldemort.
It seems that Bellatrix also knows about the golden cup, otherwise she would not touch it.
That's right, the gold cup was originally stored in the Lestrange vault. As a member of Lestrange, Bellatrix knew that it was not a strange thing.
"You didn't receive this gift, Tom, so wait for the next one."
John clicked his tongue twice. It's a good thing that Bellatrix was blown up and disabled.
Pierce picked up the credit this time.
The Daily Prophet appeared in the auditorium early the next morning.
Everyone praised the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.
Last time, he said that the Ministry of Magic was just lucky to catch the escaped Death Eater, and he was slapped in the face.
Not long after that, the second fugitive was caught and returned.
And because of this big explosion, a Death Eater died.
For the little ones who knew about the Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort, there was hardly any better news than this.
"It's best that all the Death Eaters die," Ron muttered.
Harry was driven mad by Snape's weekly brain invasion, and he looked haggard.
Snape's tutoring was terrible, just forcing his way into his brain and making Harry resist.
He felt that he didn't get better, on the contrary, he got worse.
Especially last night, he was almost sent to the school hospital.
He could feel the anger about Voldemort, as if someone had stolen his most precious treasure.
When he saw the newspaper, he immediately knew why Voldemort was so angry.
At the same time, he also found out about Johnny Silverhand's security team. He couldn't help being surprised and said, "It's Johnny Silverhand again."
Ever since Batty Sr. became the Minister of Magic, people from Johnny Silverhand can often be seen helping in the newspapers.
The Ministry of Magic has an ambiguous relationship with Dumbledore, and it must have something to do with Johnny Silverhand.
There is a possibility.
Harry thought Barty Sr. might be taking orders from Johnny Silver.
And Johnny Silverhand's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore is probably because of the title of the second king.
He didn't say it because Hermione would have said he was crazy.
He mentioned his training with Snape.
Hermione knew about Harry and Snape's training, and said, "Maybe it's a bit like being sick, like a cold, you have to get worse before it gets better."
"Snape's tutoring made it worse," Harry said convincingly, "it hurts so badly, and I hate that hallway."
He could see that hallway and that door in almost every dream.
"This is not a joke!" Hermione snapped. "Dumbledore just doesn't want you to dream about that corridor, or else Snape will teach you Occlumency. You need to work harder."
"I tried my best!" Harry was very annoyed, "You should try it, Snape wants to get into your mind, it's not something to be happy about."
"Maybe..." Ron started.
Hermione gave him an annoyed look, signaling to fart quickly.
Ron started his conspiracy theory, "Maybe it's not Harry's fault that he can't shut down his brain."
Hermione's heart tightened, "What do you mean?"
"Maybe Snape didn't really want to help Harry," said Ron meaningfully. "Maybe he actually wanted to open Harry's head a little wider so that You-Know-Who..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione was angry. "How many times have you doubted Snape, and which one was right?"
She felt that Ron's suspicions were unfounded every time, especially now that Snape had joined the Order of the Phoenix and worked for Dumbledore.
"He was a Death Eater," said Ron stubbornly. "We've never seen evidence of his conversion."
Hermione felt a sense of powerlessness, what kind of silly son this is.
She said, "If you don't trust Snape, who else can you trust?"
"Dumbledore..."
"Dumbledore asked Harry and Snape to study." Hermione interrupted Ron's second wise speech.
Harry's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he looked at the Slytherin long table with dark eyes.
Malfoy was eating, but suddenly he felt something, felt Potter's gaze, and immediately raised his head and stared at it.
Harry froze, he was looking at John, none of Malfoy's business.
Malfoy thought it was a provocation.
If he didn't hear any specific words, or he would have killed him directly.
Harry had to look away, the words of Ron and Hermione echoing in his mind.
Snape had said that, besides him, John was the only one who used Occlumency.
And that time, when John entered the potions office, Snape looked nervous.
Why was Snape afraid of being in contact with John?
...
With so much to worry about and to do, fifth grade also has an incredible amount of homework that keeps students up all night.
Harry felt even more physically and mentally exhausted during the Da party and Snape's regular tutoring.
Valentine's Day is coming.
Harry is still alone this year, and he can only watch Cho Chang and Cedric make an appointment to go to the teahouse for a date.
He felt that he should not be here, but under the car.
"Maybe Hermione is right, I should find someone else I like," he muttered.
Walking down the corridor, he saw Ginny, and he was about to say hello.
Quidditch teammate Michael Corner came over to greet Ginny, and the two behaved intimately, like boyfriend and girlfriend.
Harry didn't know what mood he was in, he felt a little inexplicably stuck.
Was he the only one at Hogwarts who was single?
...
The waiter brother grinned, Tang Mi did not leave the bar, but got up and pushed open an oak door inside the bar.
There are various colors of mist floating inside, and the bubbles are broken one by one, turning into colorful mist.
Loud music, various wizards.
Some drank heavily, and some had a small drink.
Others were arguing red-faced.
The bartender wiped the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Mi, different from the clean dust outside, this place is simply another place.
Tang Mi was playing with a gold coin in his hand, and flicked it to the bartender.
The bartender shrugged and moved out of the way.
Tang Mi picked up the silver spoon and tapped the crystal cup on the table.
"Ding ding ding."
The loud music stopped instantly, and everyone looked over.
Tang Mi glanced over, showing a bright smile, holding a magic wand in his hand, and waving at the wanted notices plastered on the huge blackboard behind him.
I saw that the original amount was doubled after the wand was waved.
Slowly turning around, Tang Mi looked at those greedy eyes and shouted loudly: "Go and make money!"
There was a loud noise in the bar, and the wizard was carried away with one bang after another.
They are all desperadoes, licking blood at the tip of their knives.
What kind of money do you dare not earn?
A Death Eater could make them a fortune.
They are like hungry wolves, searching for the smell of money.
Only Johnny Silverhand, the king of Knockturn Alley, can let them hide in the dark.
...
Dumbledore's complexion changed several times, even knowing that John was in front of him.
Letters from owls kept flying in.
The Gringotts explosion.
Amycus captured.
Death Eaters.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Voldemort.
One after another, Dumbledore couldn't help being shocked as news appeared in the principal's office.
He looked up at John, and all this seemed to be done by the student in front of him.
"John?"
Dumbledore's expression was complicated, "What the hell did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," John said holding the Time-Turner, wrapping the golden chain around his fingers, "I've only been doing one thing."
John looked at Dumbledore calmly, seeing many emotions on that usually kind face.
"You take it for granted, Dumbledore."
He said to himself, "You take it for granted that all sacrifices are deserved."
"You sent Hagrid to find the giant, and you forgot that he's not you and doesn't have magic like you."
"You are the incarnation of justice, so righteous that you don't even bother with despicable means."
"But you forgot, not everyone is Dumbledore, they are just ordinary people."
John got up and said indifferently, "Death Eaters will calculate, and I will calculate. They will take revenge, and I will do the same."
"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."
John grinned, "That's what I've always done, Professor."
Dumbledore stared blankly at John, who put the Time-Turner away.
He saluted Dumbledore, smiled and said, "I hope you don't stop me."
He left the principal's office.
The bomb he planted in the Lestrange vault exploded.
But unfortunately, it didn't blow up Voldemort as he thought.
Tang Mi told the whole story, which made John sigh secretly for his mistake.
He didn't expect Bellacritus to touch it, and he deliberately set the explosion method to move the gold cup, just to blow up Voldemort.
It seems that Bellatrix also knows about the golden cup, otherwise she would not touch it.
That's right, the gold cup was originally stored in the Lestrange vault. As a member of Lestrange, Bellatrix knew that it was not a strange thing.
"You didn't receive this gift, Tom, so wait for the next one."
John clicked his tongue twice. It's a good thing that Bellatrix was blown up and disabled.
Pierce picked up the credit this time.
The Daily Prophet appeared in the auditorium early the next morning.
Everyone praised the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.
Last time, he said that the Ministry of Magic was just lucky to catch the escaped Death Eater, and he was slapped in the face.
Not long after that, the second fugitive was caught and returned.
And because of this big explosion, a Death Eater died.
For the little ones who knew about the Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort, there was hardly any better news than this.
"It's best that all the Death Eaters die," Ron muttered.
Harry was driven mad by Snape's weekly brain invasion, and he looked haggard.
Snape's tutoring was terrible, just forcing his way into his brain and making Harry resist.
He felt that he didn't get better, on the contrary, he got worse.
Especially last night, he was almost sent to the school hospital.
He could feel the anger about Voldemort, as if someone had stolen his most precious treasure.
When he saw the newspaper, he immediately knew why Voldemort was so angry.
At the same time, he also found out about Johnny Silverhand's security team. He couldn't help being surprised and said, "It's Johnny Silverhand again."
Ever since Batty Sr. became the Minister of Magic, people from Johnny Silverhand can often be seen helping in the newspapers.
The Ministry of Magic has an ambiguous relationship with Dumbledore, and it must have something to do with Johnny Silverhand.
There is a possibility.
Harry thought Barty Sr. might be taking orders from Johnny Silver.
And Johnny Silverhand's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore is probably because of the title of the second king.
He didn't say it because Hermione would have said he was crazy.
He mentioned his training with Snape.
Hermione knew about Harry and Snape's training, and said, "Maybe it's a bit like being sick, like a cold, you have to get worse before it gets better."
"Snape's tutoring made it worse," Harry said convincingly, "it hurts so badly, and I hate that hallway."
He could see that hallway and that door in almost every dream.
"This is not a joke!" Hermione snapped. "Dumbledore just doesn't want you to dream about that corridor, or else Snape will teach you Occlumency. You need to work harder."
"I tried my best!" Harry was very annoyed, "You should try it, Snape wants to get into your mind, it's not something to be happy about."
"Maybe..." Ron started.
Hermione gave him an annoyed look, signaling to fart quickly.
Ron started his conspiracy theory, "Maybe it's not Harry's fault that he can't shut down his brain."
Hermione's heart tightened, "What do you mean?"
"Maybe Snape didn't really want to help Harry," said Ron meaningfully. "Maybe he actually wanted to open Harry's head a little wider so that You-Know-Who..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione was angry. "How many times have you doubted Snape, and which one was right?"
She felt that Ron's suspicions were unfounded every time, especially now that Snape had joined the Order of the Phoenix and worked for Dumbledore.
"He was a Death Eater," said Ron stubbornly. "We've never seen evidence of his conversion."
Hermione felt a sense of powerlessness, what kind of silly son this is.
She said, "If you don't trust Snape, who else can you trust?"
"Dumbledore..."
"Dumbledore asked Harry and Snape to study." Hermione interrupted Ron's second wise speech.
Harry's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he looked at the Slytherin long table with dark eyes.
Malfoy was eating, but suddenly he felt something, felt Potter's gaze, and immediately raised his head and stared at it.
Harry froze, he was looking at John, none of Malfoy's business.
Malfoy thought it was a provocation.
If he didn't hear any specific words, or he would have killed him directly.
Harry had to look away, the words of Ron and Hermione echoing in his mind.
Snape had said that, besides him, John was the only one who used Occlumency.
And that time, when John entered the potions office, Snape looked nervous.
Why was Snape afraid of being in contact with John?
...
With so much to worry about and to do, fifth grade also has an incredible amount of homework that keeps students up all night.
Harry felt even more physically and mentally exhausted during the Da party and Snape's regular tutoring.
Valentine's Day is coming.
Harry is still alone this year, and he can only watch Cho Chang and Cedric make an appointment to go to the teahouse for a date.
He felt that he should not be here, but under the car.
"Maybe Hermione is right, I should find someone else I like," he muttered.
Walking down the corridor, he saw Ginny, and he was about to say hello.
Quidditch teammate Michael Corner came over to greet Ginny, and the two behaved intimately, like boyfriend and girlfriend.
Harry didn't know what mood he was in, he felt a little inexplicably stuck.
Was he the only one at Hogwarts who was single?
...
