Chapter 50 Dobby and Hitting the South Wall
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
A powerful bodyguard was sent to Johnny Silverhand's store in Knockturn Alley. Mundungus didn't know the identity of the airborne Tommy Shelby, but from his respectful attitude towards Johnny Silverhand Judging from it, it is likely to be a confidant.
This made Mundungston, who was already a bit swollen and complacent, suddenly poured cold water on him. He thought that he was the indispensable one.
Now it seems that he is just a pony of Lord Johnny, and for some reason, he has a sense of fear for this Shelby.
It was as if he was being targeted by a passing Auror while he was stealing.
With such a guy watching, he had to cheer up.
It's so bad.
As a new recruit, Tommy Shelby's salary is 100 Galleons a month, plus John will supply him with Wolfsbane potion every month.
He also met many werewolves during his year of wandering. John decided to let Tang Mi recruit other werewolves when the shop was bigger.
Being able to mix with the former Auror, the character will not be too bad, John still knows this very well.
The Silverhand Johnny store opened a few days ago, although the business is not very good, but the daily income of 200 galleons is not a problem.
After a while, when more people know about this place, the business will only grow bigger and bigger.
Especially after the Bodhidharma Alex first-class medal is issued, his reputation for Wolfsbane Potion will be spread, allowing more werewolves to buy it.
A common potion of wolfsbane costs 30 galleons, and it allows you to suppress your bloodlust when you become a werewolf.
The Superior Wolfsbane Elixir costs 80 galleons, and it allows you to recognize your loved ones and stay in one place when you're a werewolf.
The top-level wolfbane potion is priced at 150 Galleons, you just turned into an appearance, why can't you use magic, and the consciousness still belongs to you.
The three wolfbane potions not only meet the minimum needs of werewolves, but also can help werewolves get rid of the status quo of being discriminated against.
The top-level ones are the most time-consuming, and it is still very troublesome to refine them that can be completely preserved as before the transformation.
This is what John offered Shelby, and Shelby was willing to die for him.
...
The start of school is getting closer.
Harry's living at the Burrow had made John a loner.
Apart from counting the golden Galleons, he was giving away the golden Galleons.
Money is never enough to spend, alchemy is too expensive.
But it went very well, and he carved a second rune into Ironwick's sword, creating a magic circuit for Ironwick.
As long as the circuit is activated, the magic on the sword can be used without using John's magic power.
Of course, the magic generated by these circuits will take time to re-accumulate after being released, and it is actually not very useful except to deal with emergencies.
John practiced magic that day, and the transfiguration had never been upgraded, which gave John an urge to use any point to upgrade.
"Should I read more books on Transfiguration?"
He has been greedy for the dragon form for a long time, and it is estimated that it will not be able to open until the fourth level, so he has no choice but to let it go.
"Someone broke in?"
John frowned. The basement was set up with magical props for perception, which would give him an early warning if someone broke in.
Pointing the wand at a corner of the basement, John said coldly, "Do you think I can't find you?"
Protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls, and two bat-like ears that droop back.
John made a decisive move, and the Transformation Curse turned the desk in the corner into a strip of cloth to wrap the things that appeared tightly.
"House-elf?"
After it was done, John was taken aback.
"Ah-!" shrieked the house-elf, "Dobby has come to see John Wick, Harry Potter's friend."
Dobby wanted to break free, but the cloth strips entangled him tightly, strangling him so much that his screams became muffled.
"Dobby? The house-elf?"
John remembered Harry's complaints, and he said in a deep voice, "Who sent you here, do you want to know Harry's whereabouts through me?"
"No, no, Dobby wants John Wick to protect Harry Potter."
After saying this, Dobby realized that he was about to speak ill of his master. He wanted to punish himself, but he was firmly tied up.
I had no choice but to keep hitting the wall with the back of my head, cursing myself: "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"
"Stop!"
John had a headache, so he had no choice but to manipulate the cloth strips to tie up Dobby's head by the way.
Without putting down the wand in his hand, John approached Dobby, his face became serious, and he asked, "You said Harry would be in danger, why did you know?"
When he asked this question, John saw Dobby's face full of fear, wanting to self-harm but unable to do so.
He had a headache, and these house elves were overreacting, so he had to change the question: "What do you mean by danger?"
"Conspiracy, a dangerous and terrifying conspiracy, the most terrifying thing will happen to Hogwarts!"
Dobby screamed, and John dispelled the spell, sending Dobby plopping to the ground.
"Then why did you ask me to protect Harry again?" The wand was lowered, and John stared at the house-elf who broke into the house.
Dobby sniffled and said, "Dobby heard that John Wick is a powerful wizard who protected Harry Potter."
"Uh... I admit that I have done it to protect Harry, but it is too much for a powerful wizard."
The corner of John's mouth twitched slightly. Who spread the rumor, he was just a rookie with a third-level magic power.
Glancing at Dobby, he said helplessly, "If you really want to protect Harry, you should tell me the name of the master of the conspiracy."
John could write to Dumbledore as long as he had a name, plus it was about Harry as the savior.
With the White Devil around, he didn't believe anyone could hurt Harry.
"Dobby can't say, bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"
Dobby started to self-harm again, and John had to tie him up again.
He couldn't fully believe Dobby's words. If Harry was really in danger, he would help him.
"I will investigate the conspiracy, if it is true."
Dobby was grateful, and John waved his hand.
Meanwhile his eyes fell on Dobby, who looked pathetic and comical in his old pillowcase.
"I have some old clothes. If you don't mind, you can wear them."
John's words made Dobby scream, "Dobby is so grateful to John Wick, he is as worthy of respect as Harry Potter, and the house-elves are only free when their masters give them clothes to wear."
He couldn't accept John's kindness, but raised John to the same height as the savior Harry, um, maybe a little shorter.
Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared with a thud.
"Able to cast spells without a staff."
Staring at where Dobby left off, John cast a spell here, while Dobby was free in and out.
It seems that the protection mechanism established by oneself is not enough.
He decided to make more looking glasses to prevent similar things from happening.
Time passed day by day, while Johnny Silverhand's store stabilized, it was time for John to go to school.
9 month 1 day.
Watson took the child into King's Cross station early, and this time he deliberately slammed into the pillars of the platform nine and three-quarters.
It turned out, too, that he was not a wizard.
At least before his head was knocked out with a big bag, he still felt that maybe Hogwarts just forgot to send a notice to him when he was a child.
Mrs. Wick entertained guests in the beauty shop, and John had to watch his father hit the south wall with disgust.
"Okay Dad, it's time for me to go."
Watson, who hit the south wall and looked back depressed, had no choice but to watch his son leave. He rubbed the big bump on his head, and then...
Bang!
"oops!"
"Ouch!"
Watson was stunned by the two screams, and the two little wizards looked at the impassable wall in confusion, they were dumbfounded.
Harry asked puzzled, "Why can't you pass?"
"I don't know, but we're going to miss the train."
Ron didn't know either, but time waited for no one.
They were extremely anxious, and the passage was closed and unable to pass, which also meant that they could not take the train to Hogwarts.
Suddenly, Ron had an idea.
"Car, we can drive to Hogwarts!"
He remembered his family's flying car, and Harry still had some concerns, but he thought that if he was late and expelled from Hogwarts, that would be the worst.
The two went ahead and put one hand on the window when they found the Weasley family's flying car and were about to start it.
"Hey, I think you guys need help."
Harry and Ron stared blankly at the man in the hat who had emerged.
Watson Wake showed a confident smile, "Uncle, I was nicknamed the God of Canary Wharf."
This made Mundungston, who was already a bit swollen and complacent, suddenly poured cold water on him. He thought that he was the indispensable one.
Now it seems that he is just a pony of Lord Johnny, and for some reason, he has a sense of fear for this Shelby.
It was as if he was being targeted by a passing Auror while he was stealing.
With such a guy watching, he had to cheer up.
It's so bad.
As a new recruit, Tommy Shelby's salary is 100 Galleons a month, plus John will supply him with Wolfsbane potion every month.
He also met many werewolves during his year of wandering. John decided to let Tang Mi recruit other werewolves when the shop was bigger.
Being able to mix with the former Auror, the character will not be too bad, John still knows this very well.
The Silverhand Johnny store opened a few days ago, although the business is not very good, but the daily income of 200 galleons is not a problem.
After a while, when more people know about this place, the business will only grow bigger and bigger.
Especially after the Bodhidharma Alex first-class medal is issued, his reputation for Wolfsbane Potion will be spread, allowing more werewolves to buy it.
A common potion of wolfsbane costs 30 galleons, and it allows you to suppress your bloodlust when you become a werewolf.
The Superior Wolfsbane Elixir costs 80 galleons, and it allows you to recognize your loved ones and stay in one place when you're a werewolf.
The top-level wolfbane potion is priced at 150 Galleons, you just turned into an appearance, why can't you use magic, and the consciousness still belongs to you.
The three wolfbane potions not only meet the minimum needs of werewolves, but also can help werewolves get rid of the status quo of being discriminated against.
The top-level ones are the most time-consuming, and it is still very troublesome to refine them that can be completely preserved as before the transformation.
This is what John offered Shelby, and Shelby was willing to die for him.
...
The start of school is getting closer.
Harry's living at the Burrow had made John a loner.
Apart from counting the golden Galleons, he was giving away the golden Galleons.
Money is never enough to spend, alchemy is too expensive.
But it went very well, and he carved a second rune into Ironwick's sword, creating a magic circuit for Ironwick.
As long as the circuit is activated, the magic on the sword can be used without using John's magic power.
Of course, the magic generated by these circuits will take time to re-accumulate after being released, and it is actually not very useful except to deal with emergencies.
John practiced magic that day, and the transfiguration had never been upgraded, which gave John an urge to use any point to upgrade.
"Should I read more books on Transfiguration?"
He has been greedy for the dragon form for a long time, and it is estimated that it will not be able to open until the fourth level, so he has no choice but to let it go.
"Someone broke in?"
John frowned. The basement was set up with magical props for perception, which would give him an early warning if someone broke in.
Pointing the wand at a corner of the basement, John said coldly, "Do you think I can't find you?"
Protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls, and two bat-like ears that droop back.
John made a decisive move, and the Transformation Curse turned the desk in the corner into a strip of cloth to wrap the things that appeared tightly.
"House-elf?"
After it was done, John was taken aback.
"Ah-!" shrieked the house-elf, "Dobby has come to see John Wick, Harry Potter's friend."
Dobby wanted to break free, but the cloth strips entangled him tightly, strangling him so much that his screams became muffled.
"Dobby? The house-elf?"
John remembered Harry's complaints, and he said in a deep voice, "Who sent you here, do you want to know Harry's whereabouts through me?"
"No, no, Dobby wants John Wick to protect Harry Potter."
After saying this, Dobby realized that he was about to speak ill of his master. He wanted to punish himself, but he was firmly tied up.
I had no choice but to keep hitting the wall with the back of my head, cursing myself: "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"
"Stop!"
John had a headache, so he had no choice but to manipulate the cloth strips to tie up Dobby's head by the way.
Without putting down the wand in his hand, John approached Dobby, his face became serious, and he asked, "You said Harry would be in danger, why did you know?"
When he asked this question, John saw Dobby's face full of fear, wanting to self-harm but unable to do so.
He had a headache, and these house elves were overreacting, so he had to change the question: "What do you mean by danger?"
"Conspiracy, a dangerous and terrifying conspiracy, the most terrifying thing will happen to Hogwarts!"
Dobby screamed, and John dispelled the spell, sending Dobby plopping to the ground.
"Then why did you ask me to protect Harry again?" The wand was lowered, and John stared at the house-elf who broke into the house.
Dobby sniffled and said, "Dobby heard that John Wick is a powerful wizard who protected Harry Potter."
"Uh... I admit that I have done it to protect Harry, but it is too much for a powerful wizard."
The corner of John's mouth twitched slightly. Who spread the rumor, he was just a rookie with a third-level magic power.
Glancing at Dobby, he said helplessly, "If you really want to protect Harry, you should tell me the name of the master of the conspiracy."
John could write to Dumbledore as long as he had a name, plus it was about Harry as the savior.
With the White Devil around, he didn't believe anyone could hurt Harry.
"Dobby can't say, bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"
Dobby started to self-harm again, and John had to tie him up again.
He couldn't fully believe Dobby's words. If Harry was really in danger, he would help him.
"I will investigate the conspiracy, if it is true."
Dobby was grateful, and John waved his hand.
Meanwhile his eyes fell on Dobby, who looked pathetic and comical in his old pillowcase.
"I have some old clothes. If you don't mind, you can wear them."
John's words made Dobby scream, "Dobby is so grateful to John Wick, he is as worthy of respect as Harry Potter, and the house-elves are only free when their masters give them clothes to wear."
He couldn't accept John's kindness, but raised John to the same height as the savior Harry, um, maybe a little shorter.
Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared with a thud.
"Able to cast spells without a staff."
Staring at where Dobby left off, John cast a spell here, while Dobby was free in and out.
It seems that the protection mechanism established by oneself is not enough.
He decided to make more looking glasses to prevent similar things from happening.
Time passed day by day, while Johnny Silverhand's store stabilized, it was time for John to go to school.
9 month 1 day.
Watson took the child into King's Cross station early, and this time he deliberately slammed into the pillars of the platform nine and three-quarters.
It turned out, too, that he was not a wizard.
At least before his head was knocked out with a big bag, he still felt that maybe Hogwarts just forgot to send a notice to him when he was a child.
Mrs. Wick entertained guests in the beauty shop, and John had to watch his father hit the south wall with disgust.
"Okay Dad, it's time for me to go."
Watson, who hit the south wall and looked back depressed, had no choice but to watch his son leave. He rubbed the big bump on his head, and then...
Bang!
"oops!"
"Ouch!"
Watson was stunned by the two screams, and the two little wizards looked at the impassable wall in confusion, they were dumbfounded.
Harry asked puzzled, "Why can't you pass?"
"I don't know, but we're going to miss the train."
Ron didn't know either, but time waited for no one.
They were extremely anxious, and the passage was closed and unable to pass, which also meant that they could not take the train to Hogwarts.
Suddenly, Ron had an idea.
"Car, we can drive to Hogwarts!"
He remembered his family's flying car, and Harry still had some concerns, but he thought that if he was late and expelled from Hogwarts, that would be the worst.
The two went ahead and put one hand on the window when they found the Weasley family's flying car and were about to start it.
"Hey, I think you guys need help."
Harry and Ron stared blankly at the man in the hat who had emerged.
Watson Wake showed a confident smile, "Uncle, I was nicknamed the God of Canary Wharf."
