I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 151 The Pratt Family

John was sitting in front of the desk, flipping through a yellowed magic-weave book in his hand.

The combination of various magic lines is constantly being constructed in the mind, imagining what kind of effect they will have.

He plans to use this vacation time to upgrade the Monster Duelist again, so that the imagined scene can become a reality.

Time passed gradually, and the stars in the dark night were covered by dark clouds.

John yawned. Although he had the help of learning BUFF, his head was already a little unconscious and he felt drowsy.

After all, people are not machines, and there are always times when they get tired.

John put the book on the shelf casually, rubbed the space between his brows, and got up to go to bed to rest.

But he suddenly noticed something strange.

Hermes on the side also blinked his jewel-like eyes, walking back and forth on the crossbar uneasily, and let out low-pitched cries one after another.

"Did you hear that too?"

John asked Hermes in a very low voice.

He seemed to hear people walking downstairs and talking quietly just now.

But as soon as he pricked up his ears, those sudden voices disappeared instantly.

It was like he was hallucinating.

But looking at Hermes' strange behavior, it seemed that something really happened.

John hesitated for a moment, clenched his wand tightly in his hand, and moved to the window step by step, preparing to take a sneak peek.

But just as he moved two steps, a strong arm rested on his shoulders, forcefully pressing him in place.

John's heart jumped, but at this moment a familiar smell penetrated his nostrils, and his beating heart slowly calmed down.

"grandfather?"

John glanced behind him, Ian didn't know when he woke up, and slipped quietly to his side.

"lower the volume."

Ian hissed, gently tugged John's arm, and led him away from the window.

"Are those people looking for you?" John glanced out the window.

Ian nodded with a serious expression: "I didn't expect them to be so courageous that they dared to come to the door."

"Should you explain to me now?" John asked, "What have you been doing recently? Why have enemies come to your door?"

Ian was silent for a while, as if hesitating whether to say it, but in the end he was defeated by John's questioning gaze, and said slowly: "Do you remember those pieces of props that person gave me last time?"

Sure enough!

John nodded.

Ian went on to say: "I studied it carefully later, and finally found some clues in it. The drawing method on it is somewhat similar to a magic pattern family in England."

"England also has the Magweave family?" John asked in surprise.

He once thought that they were the only ones with magic patterns in the magic world, but the reality didn't seem to be the case.

"Nonsense." Ian looked at John with a weird look, as if he was saying what kind of idiot question you asked, "Magic patterns are also a self-contained knowledge, how could it be only us who know it?"

"However." Ian suddenly became proud, "It's true that only we have a complete inheritance, like the few basic magic patterns I taught you."

As Ian was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. It seemed that this was not the right time to show off his family's glorious history. He gave John a hard look: "Don't interrupt, listen to me first!"

"Oh!" John nodded obediently.

"After I discovered this information, I took the opportunity to infiltrate the Pratt family, which is one of the houses of the magic pattern family, and wanted to see if I could find other clues." Ian said.

Taking advantage of Ian's breathing space, John interjected, "That's the photo you sent Dumbledore? So you were really kidnapped on purpose?"

Ian's face became more gloomy, and his image in the photo is really not good-looking: "Didn't I tell you to stop talking? Let me hear a little more sound, and I will stop talking!"

John stood at attention, covered his mouth and whimpered: "I was wrong"

Ian patted John on the head: "It's a pity that Dumbledore and I didn't find any useful clues there, and also offended the lunatics of the Pratt family. They have the blood of dark wizards flowing on their bodies. The brain is not normal."

"Then why didn't you tell me in advance?" John said, "We can find another place, why come back to be a target for others, and we have to live here."

Ian said proudly: "Hmph, this is my territory. The people who live on this street are all my brothers, they."

"Grandpa, people are blocking our door!" John rolled his eyes, "Then what should we do? Hide in the store, or find a way to notify others?"

A prop master's shop is not so easy to break into.

Ian installed various defense mechanism props inside and outside the store.

Even if Dumbledore wants to force his way in, he has to think carefully. Whether to use one spell or two spells.

Ian put away the arrogance on his face, and pondered for a moment: "How about we hide for a while? First of all, I agree that I am not afraid of them, but I am not easy to play with you as a drag bottle."

"Understood, you are all for me." John did not expose this face-saving old man, "You have been investigating the Pratt family recently?"

"Basically, although they have been denying it, I always feel something is wrong. I suspect that they used to work for the mysterious people." Ian speculated, pulling his beard, "Although their magic pattern inheritance is not as good as ours, they are still They are exquisite and have certain merits, so there is no reason for the mysterious person not to go to them, and their family philosophy is quite compatible with the mysterious person."

"But no one has ever discovered their handle, so they were able to survive the war safely."

Ian remembered one thing, and his tone became a little disdainful,

"They wanted to come to Diagon Alley to open a store before, but they were driven away by our partnership. Many people who live here have been tortured by mysterious people. How could they allow people with suspicious identities to come in?"

John nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "According to what you said, they are all crazy guys. What if they don't play their cards according to the routine?"

Ian's props can only prevent some civilized bandits who want to break in. If the opponent is a bandit carrying a "nuclear weapon", those props can only say hello, and then obediently let them get out of the way.

"Probably not," Ian said. "My friends live nearby. If they dare to make a big noise, they won't be able to leave safely. Well, they shouldn't be so stupid!"

As soon as Ian finished speaking, he heard a bang from below, and the whole house shook.

"Grandpa?" John looked at Ian.

Ian coughed in embarrassment: "They forced me. Originally, I wanted to let them go, but now it seems that I can't do it. Grandpa will show you my strength today!"

(End of this chapter)