Chapter 457 Christmas at Wick's House
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Whether Muggles or wizards, they all have rulers and profit seekers.
John is an alchemist, a merchant who deals with magic.
The alchemy principle he deeply believes in is equivalent exchange.
The same is true of his conduct.
A ten per cent profit, and the capital would be guaranteed to be employed everywhere.
20.00% profit, capital can be active.
50.00% profit, capital will take risks.
100% profit, capital dares to trample on all human laws.
And in this incident, the profit given by John is enough to make the pure blood shut up
They have zero cost and zero loss, the only thing they need to do is to keep their mouths shut.
Conscience begins to disappear from being blinded by money.
John doesn't care about that, even if the money can expand his business a lot.
Malfoy came to Silverhand Manor, and he was very proud recently.
After officially confirming the relationship with Astoria, the business within the family suddenly picked up again.
That is, the sexy lips are still much plumper than usual.
John couldn't help laughing when he saw him.
"Stop laughing." Malfoy said angrily, "I've tried all kinds of methods to no avail."
"Then I would suggest you go to Silver Cross Hospital, where there are therapists who specialize in dealing with spell injuries." John advertised his hospital.
"It's too expensive," Malfoy said with a frightened expression, "It costs a hundred Galleons for a checkup."
This hospital, which was established less than two years ago, is still very young, but the equipment inside is no worse than St. Mungo's.
The only downside is that it's expensive.
Especially expert consultation, is outrageously expensive.
This kind of thing has been in the newspaper more than once.
"That's because you don't have medical insurance," John said helplessly, spreading his hands, "Who made you not from Knockturn Alley."
"Can't you get me one?" Malfoy said awkwardly. "My dad wants one too."
By the way, Lucius, the well-known curator, has no medical insurance because of his vigilance that the Museum of Dark Arts is in Diagon Alley.
Every time he went to the Silver Cross Hospital for an examination, it would cost Lucius double the price.
"No way, that's the rule." John shrugged. Originally, this medical insurance was used to attract talents to Knockturn Alley.
There are three ways to obtain it. The first is to have a job in Knockturn Alley, the second is to live in Knockturn Alley, and the third is to be an employee of Silver Hand.
The Malfoys don't have all three, so obviously they don't fit.
"Okay." Malfoy muttered disapprovingly, his lips looking ridiculous.
Malfoy's coming was not out of the question, and he brought a piece of news for John.
"Mum met Bellatrix once," Malfoy said. "Bellatrix has connections with Voldemort."
"What did they say?" John asked thoughtfully.
"I don't know," Malfoy said, shaking his head, "Bellatrix deliberately concealed it, and even Mom only heard a word."
Malfoy said with a strange expression, "The ferret."
"Ferret?" John repeated, feeling odd.
That was information Narcissa had overheard, and seemed to be one of Voldemort's targets.
It can be called 'ferret', is it a person or a place?
"It seems that Voldemort is indeed constantly wooing some existences."
John was lost in thought. Voldemort's whereabouts are unknown. Since he appeared in a foreign country, there has been no movement.
Unlike Grindelwald, John saw Grindelwald from the newspaper.
He is wanted, but his followers have risen to 30.
One of the major events was the assassination of an official of the German Ministry of Magic.
Even though there was no evidence that he did it, the Ministry of Magic still blamed him.
This made Grindelwald wanted nationwide.
Again, his deed is in another snowy country.
However, his disciples did not seem to follow him, only two people followed him.
"The motive is unknown, it's really difficult." John glanced at Grindelwald's whereabouts, and put down the newspaper.
"Anyone first."
He prioritized getting rid of Voldemort.
"Is it because you don't have enough chips? You don't want to do it yet."
John calculated Voldemort's bargaining chip, and it was really not enough to say that the giant was not enough.
The five hidden pure-blood families were wiped out by him again, and even the plan to split the werewolves was also shattered.
"His next path is either to seek foreign help, or to continue to win over dark creatures."
John took the ring off his finger.
The emerald green ring symbolizes the power of the silver hand.
After several years of operation, John has the ability to play games with everyone.
He didn't want to capsize at this moment.
Whether it is Voldemort or himself, only one can survive.
"You have to grow fast, Voldemort." John didn't want to go all over the world to find Voldemort.
"Draco." He called Malfoy suddenly.
Malfoy: "?"
"Little Barty is waiting for you in the garden." John smiled harmlessly. "He thinks it is necessary to strengthen you. After all, you can't even escape the Wasp Curse."
Malfoy's face changed drastically, again?
Does Christmas still let people rest?
"This is to keep you alive, Draco." John chuckled lightly, "Carelessness will kill people."
Malfoy curled his lips and muttered, "I don't have medical insurance." If you are injured, you have to pay for it yourself.
John watched him leave with a sour face.
Standing in Silverhand Manor, it seemed as if the place only seemed like a house when the party started.
"It's cooler." John looked at the empty manor.
There is nothing Christmassy here.
John stood on the second floor, holding his chin and thinking for a while.
"It might be a good choice to go home for the holidays."
Speaking of which, he never came home once for Christmas.
That being the case, John is going to go home this year.
"I remember Pop wanted an owl."
In the wizarding world, owls are used to communicate with family members.
John came to the fireplace in Silverhand Manor, the flame inside turned blue, and he stepped in.
The flames engulfed him, and in the blink of an eye he was at the hearth of the Society of Stars.
He stepped out, and the golden characters turned into villains, bouncing over.
John flicked off the little guy who was about to jump on his shoulders, and came to one of the doors and opened it.
When he came out again, he had a gray owl that looked like a thief in his hand.
Big head, round amber eyes.
Doesn't seem very smart.
Ready to re-enter the fireplace, John frowned.
He walked to the door and opened it, and saw the old man outside with a displeased expression on his face.
"Oh, John." Dumbledore greeted John with a smile.
John said with a blank expression: "It's really embarrassing for the great wizard Dumbledore to stay here even for Christmas."
Dumbledore was not embarrassed, but blinked and said, "As a gatekeeper, I feel that I need to do my duty."
"Ha ha." John smiled emotionlessly.
Believe in you, there is a ghost, isn't it because you are afraid that something will appear in Hogwarts for your Holy Grail?
"Then your ears are really good." John said something mockingly or mockingly.
Turning and closing the door, he had just seen Dumbledore holding a wand in his hand.
It is estimated that the Qunxing Club has been invaded.
Even without the Elder Wand, this man is still the most powerful wizard in the world.
There is no way to stop his prying through a door.
John returned to the fireplace, and Gray Owl wanted to stand on John's shoulders, but he stopped him.
"Basil knows, your hair will be plucked."
That was Basil's exclusive seat, and Basil held a grudge very much.
Like a little chicken, he ignored Gray Owl's protest and carried Gray Owl into the fireplace.
Blue flames engulfed the two of them.
Dumbledore just left outside the door.
...
Wick's basement.
The golden flame without firewood suddenly turned blue, and John stepped out of it.
Opening the door to the basement, John walked up the stairs.
"What do you think of this?"
He heard the voice of old Watson, who was trying to get his Wizard King to be placed on top of the Christmas tree.
Mrs. Wick glanced at him, then turned her head and continued to make a cup of black tea for herself.
Watson was not annoyed either, and he put the protesting wizard chess pieces on the Christmas tree one by one.
Among them, the silver knight was still shouting, "I have made contributions to this family, I am a hero!"
"Shut up, you just caught mice for me."
Watson placed the silver knight in the middle of the Christmas tree.
The silver knight saw the scenery here, and immediately changed his words, "The scenery here is really nice."
Suddenly, a gray owl flew over, tilting its head and looking at the silver knight.
Watson was taken aback by this guy who appeared out of nowhere.
"Where did it come from?" said Watson.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw John coming up.
Regardless of the silver knight being pecked by the gray owl and screaming, Watson said in surprise: "John!"
Mrs. Wick trembled when she heard the sound, and the black tea spilled onto the table.
She looked back, and there was John standing there.
Without wiping it, Mrs. Wick ran over.
A family of three was reunited.
...
John is an alchemist, a merchant who deals with magic.
The alchemy principle he deeply believes in is equivalent exchange.
The same is true of his conduct.
A ten per cent profit, and the capital would be guaranteed to be employed everywhere.
20.00% profit, capital can be active.
50.00% profit, capital will take risks.
100% profit, capital dares to trample on all human laws.
And in this incident, the profit given by John is enough to make the pure blood shut up
They have zero cost and zero loss, the only thing they need to do is to keep their mouths shut.
Conscience begins to disappear from being blinded by money.
John doesn't care about that, even if the money can expand his business a lot.
Malfoy came to Silverhand Manor, and he was very proud recently.
After officially confirming the relationship with Astoria, the business within the family suddenly picked up again.
That is, the sexy lips are still much plumper than usual.
John couldn't help laughing when he saw him.
"Stop laughing." Malfoy said angrily, "I've tried all kinds of methods to no avail."
"Then I would suggest you go to Silver Cross Hospital, where there are therapists who specialize in dealing with spell injuries." John advertised his hospital.
"It's too expensive," Malfoy said with a frightened expression, "It costs a hundred Galleons for a checkup."
This hospital, which was established less than two years ago, is still very young, but the equipment inside is no worse than St. Mungo's.
The only downside is that it's expensive.
Especially expert consultation, is outrageously expensive.
This kind of thing has been in the newspaper more than once.
"That's because you don't have medical insurance," John said helplessly, spreading his hands, "Who made you not from Knockturn Alley."
"Can't you get me one?" Malfoy said awkwardly. "My dad wants one too."
By the way, Lucius, the well-known curator, has no medical insurance because of his vigilance that the Museum of Dark Arts is in Diagon Alley.
Every time he went to the Silver Cross Hospital for an examination, it would cost Lucius double the price.
"No way, that's the rule." John shrugged. Originally, this medical insurance was used to attract talents to Knockturn Alley.
There are three ways to obtain it. The first is to have a job in Knockturn Alley, the second is to live in Knockturn Alley, and the third is to be an employee of Silver Hand.
The Malfoys don't have all three, so obviously they don't fit.
"Okay." Malfoy muttered disapprovingly, his lips looking ridiculous.
Malfoy's coming was not out of the question, and he brought a piece of news for John.
"Mum met Bellatrix once," Malfoy said. "Bellatrix has connections with Voldemort."
"What did they say?" John asked thoughtfully.
"I don't know," Malfoy said, shaking his head, "Bellatrix deliberately concealed it, and even Mom only heard a word."
Malfoy said with a strange expression, "The ferret."
"Ferret?" John repeated, feeling odd.
That was information Narcissa had overheard, and seemed to be one of Voldemort's targets.
It can be called 'ferret', is it a person or a place?
"It seems that Voldemort is indeed constantly wooing some existences."
John was lost in thought. Voldemort's whereabouts are unknown. Since he appeared in a foreign country, there has been no movement.
Unlike Grindelwald, John saw Grindelwald from the newspaper.
He is wanted, but his followers have risen to 30.
One of the major events was the assassination of an official of the German Ministry of Magic.
Even though there was no evidence that he did it, the Ministry of Magic still blamed him.
This made Grindelwald wanted nationwide.
Again, his deed is in another snowy country.
However, his disciples did not seem to follow him, only two people followed him.
"The motive is unknown, it's really difficult." John glanced at Grindelwald's whereabouts, and put down the newspaper.
"Anyone first."
He prioritized getting rid of Voldemort.
"Is it because you don't have enough chips? You don't want to do it yet."
John calculated Voldemort's bargaining chip, and it was really not enough to say that the giant was not enough.
The five hidden pure-blood families were wiped out by him again, and even the plan to split the werewolves was also shattered.
"His next path is either to seek foreign help, or to continue to win over dark creatures."
John took the ring off his finger.
The emerald green ring symbolizes the power of the silver hand.
After several years of operation, John has the ability to play games with everyone.
He didn't want to capsize at this moment.
Whether it is Voldemort or himself, only one can survive.
"You have to grow fast, Voldemort." John didn't want to go all over the world to find Voldemort.
"Draco." He called Malfoy suddenly.
Malfoy: "?"
"Little Barty is waiting for you in the garden." John smiled harmlessly. "He thinks it is necessary to strengthen you. After all, you can't even escape the Wasp Curse."
Malfoy's face changed drastically, again?
Does Christmas still let people rest?
"This is to keep you alive, Draco." John chuckled lightly, "Carelessness will kill people."
Malfoy curled his lips and muttered, "I don't have medical insurance." If you are injured, you have to pay for it yourself.
John watched him leave with a sour face.
Standing in Silverhand Manor, it seemed as if the place only seemed like a house when the party started.
"It's cooler." John looked at the empty manor.
There is nothing Christmassy here.
John stood on the second floor, holding his chin and thinking for a while.
"It might be a good choice to go home for the holidays."
Speaking of which, he never came home once for Christmas.
That being the case, John is going to go home this year.
"I remember Pop wanted an owl."
In the wizarding world, owls are used to communicate with family members.
John came to the fireplace in Silverhand Manor, the flame inside turned blue, and he stepped in.
The flames engulfed him, and in the blink of an eye he was at the hearth of the Society of Stars.
He stepped out, and the golden characters turned into villains, bouncing over.
John flicked off the little guy who was about to jump on his shoulders, and came to one of the doors and opened it.
When he came out again, he had a gray owl that looked like a thief in his hand.
Big head, round amber eyes.
Doesn't seem very smart.
Ready to re-enter the fireplace, John frowned.
He walked to the door and opened it, and saw the old man outside with a displeased expression on his face.
"Oh, John." Dumbledore greeted John with a smile.
John said with a blank expression: "It's really embarrassing for the great wizard Dumbledore to stay here even for Christmas."
Dumbledore was not embarrassed, but blinked and said, "As a gatekeeper, I feel that I need to do my duty."
"Ha ha." John smiled emotionlessly.
Believe in you, there is a ghost, isn't it because you are afraid that something will appear in Hogwarts for your Holy Grail?
"Then your ears are really good." John said something mockingly or mockingly.
Turning and closing the door, he had just seen Dumbledore holding a wand in his hand.
It is estimated that the Qunxing Club has been invaded.
Even without the Elder Wand, this man is still the most powerful wizard in the world.
There is no way to stop his prying through a door.
John returned to the fireplace, and Gray Owl wanted to stand on John's shoulders, but he stopped him.
"Basil knows, your hair will be plucked."
That was Basil's exclusive seat, and Basil held a grudge very much.
Like a little chicken, he ignored Gray Owl's protest and carried Gray Owl into the fireplace.
Blue flames engulfed the two of them.
Dumbledore just left outside the door.
...
Wick's basement.
The golden flame without firewood suddenly turned blue, and John stepped out of it.
Opening the door to the basement, John walked up the stairs.
"What do you think of this?"
He heard the voice of old Watson, who was trying to get his Wizard King to be placed on top of the Christmas tree.
Mrs. Wick glanced at him, then turned her head and continued to make a cup of black tea for herself.
Watson was not annoyed either, and he put the protesting wizard chess pieces on the Christmas tree one by one.
Among them, the silver knight was still shouting, "I have made contributions to this family, I am a hero!"
"Shut up, you just caught mice for me."
Watson placed the silver knight in the middle of the Christmas tree.
The silver knight saw the scenery here, and immediately changed his words, "The scenery here is really nice."
Suddenly, a gray owl flew over, tilting its head and looking at the silver knight.
Watson was taken aback by this guy who appeared out of nowhere.
"Where did it come from?" said Watson.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw John coming up.
Regardless of the silver knight being pecked by the gray owl and screaming, Watson said in surprise: "John!"
Mrs. Wick trembled when she heard the sound, and the black tea spilled onto the table.
She looked back, and there was John standing there.
Without wiping it, Mrs. Wick ran over.
A family of three was reunited.
...
