I wield a sword at Hogwarts

As for raising one more person?

With his current financial resources, he could raise Hogwarts, but does he still care about this?

Burning the letter, John knew Dumbledore would read his mind.

He didn't mind, since his purpose was clear.

Opening the calendar, John put a red circle on it.

Looking at the days he still had to wait, he thought for a while, then wrote a new letter and gave it to Basil.

"Leave Riddle to Old Barty."

Basil nodded after taking it and flew up. Tom ran over and rubbed his thigh. John opened its mouth and took a look.

Tom's teeth have become a little strange. If you look closely, you can see that his teeth have become a little elongated.

Like a row of sharp saw teeth.

Tom blinked and let John examine his teeth.

“There wasn’t a lot of rejection.”

John put down Tom, touched his chin, and said, "Maybe I should find you a test subject."

Tom stuck out his tongue at John in a flattering manner, but John avoided him in disgust.

After playing with Tom in a good mood for a while, John headed to the Slytherin common room.

John habitually picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water, then casually looked at the third-grade boy reading in the lounge.

He is Pansy's little boyfriend and is very popular in the third grade.

Astoria ran to watch Malfoy train, and Daphne followed to keep an eye on her sister.

If Astoria did something, it would only be Malfoy who would suffer.

After all, there is no reason for a biological sister to do something to her sister. Malfoy deserves to be mourned in silence.

After drinking the water, John put it down casually and stood up.

His body was shaking, as if he had low blood sugar.

"I don't know when I can eat."

After muttering something, John walked out of the lounge.

…

At noon, John saw Pansy and Daphne coming.

"Don't let that guy touch my things." Daphne spoke, and Pansy apologized repeatedly.

When John saw the food brought by Daphne, he silently shifted his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's not Pansy's rude and brutal boyfriend." Daphne sat down angrily, "He touched my kitchen utensils."

John asked in surprise: "Why is he in the kitchen?"

Pansy said sheepishly, "He likes photography and wants to take pictures of house elves at work."

"So you will take him to my exclusive place?" Daphne glared at Pansy.

Pansy, who had been signed many unequal treaties, did not dare to refute, so she had no choice but to apologize on behalf of her little boyfriend.

Daphne was very angry, the kind that couldn't be coaxed.

"No one can touch my kitchen utensils. They are specially used for John's cooking!" Daphne's voice became louder.

Pansy poked Goyle and asked him to plead with her.

Goyle poked Crabbe, and Crabbe poked Malfoy.

After all, Malfoy and Pansy were childhood sweethearts. He flipped his hair and said to Daphne, "For my sake."

"roll!"

"okay."

He forgot that he had no face.

Astoria was originally conflicted about the boy's two-way attitude, so she didn't want to say anything nice.

"Okay, Daphne," said John, "sit down and eat."

Daphne sat down obediently and Pansy gave a silent thumbs up.

What does coaxing mean? It’s just that the person coaxing is wrong.

This further strengthened Astoria's plan. If her sister failed, wouldn't the Greengrass family never have peace?

After eating the meal Daphne cooked, John wiped his mouth gracefully.

"Draco, after dinner we will go to the Star Club."

After saying something to Malfoy, John stood up and left.

Just when he stood up, he accidentally knocked down the cup.

In the past, John's reflexes would have allowed him to catch him before he fell.

But this time, the cup fell to the ground, and John looked at his hands.

"John?" Malfoy looked up at John.

"It's okay." John waved his hand, picked up the cup, put it back on the table, and walked out of the auditorium.

Dumbledore's eyes turned to John and fell on the cup.

Snape also noticed the problem, and he looked at the cup with an inquiring look.

…

Star Club.

John shook the test tube, and the blood and transparent liquid inside merged together with the shaking, and finally settled at the bottom.

He put down the test tube just as Malfoy walked in.

"I need you to do something for me, Draco." John turned to look at Malfoy.

Malfoy was fiddling with his hairstyle. When he heard this, he applied hairspray to his hair and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Write a letter to your mother."

"Huh?" Malfoy's expression was indescribably weird.

John glanced at him and said, "Just tell her when the meeting with Mr. K is."

"Mr. K?" Malfoy said inexplicably: "When did my mother know that person?"

"You're not your mother. It's not surprising that I don't know her."

John said to Malfoy, "Remember to write it yourself, and tell me when you reply."

"Okay." Malfoy agreed with some difficulty and asked doubtfully, "Voldemort is at my house. He may check my letter."

"Your mother will take care of it." John told him not to worry.

Malfoy wrote a letter and sent it via owl.

After Malfoy left, John looked back at the test tube, and the liquid inside turned black.

He looked at the test tube meaningfully and said: "Sometimes, the simpler the plan, the more useful it is."

He hid the test tube so that no one could see it.

…

Chapter 338 Firenze and the Classroom

hall.

There is a divination class today.

Firenze was appointed as the new Divination professor by Dumbledore. Because of his handsome face, he gained a lot of fans before even starting the class.

Malfoy found John mysteriously and asked in a low voice, "John, do you think centaurs like horses or people?"

Once upon a time, John also had such doubts, but now...

He glanced at Malfoy, "What do you want to say?"

"Can you ask for me?" Malfoy was really curious.

John pointed in another direction and said: "For such rude and reckless things, you can ask someone from Gryffindor to ask it for you."

Malfoy smiled and said, "I'm just curious."

He didn't want to be associated with a Gryffindor, and John's reason for beating him that time was because he looked like a Gryffindor.

At breakfast time, Daphne returned to cooking.

John didn't care what was produced.

Putting it in his mouth and feeling the harsh texture, he fell into deep thought.

"Isn't this Hagrid's rock cake?"

He looked at Daphne, who said, "Hagrid said you liked this."

John didn't remember admitting it, but one good thing about Daphne's rock biscuits was that they could grind your teeth.

After swallowing the rock biscuit with difficulty, John felt that he should tell Hagrid not to be so confident.

It seems that Daphne has begun to try dark Western cuisine.

He picked up the magazine and flipped through it. When the time came, he set off for the divination class.

The location of the divination class was changed, from the original astronomy tower to classroom 11 on the first floor.

It was probably because Firenze's horse legs couldn't go up the stairs.

John walked to the door of the classroom, opened the door and walked in. It turned into a woodland.

He was standing in a forest glade.

The floor turned into soft moss, and fan-shaped branches covered with lush foliage stretched across the ceiling and windows.

Beams of soft, dappled green light poured throughout the room.

He found a seat with his back against the tree trunk and looked up, the centaur Firenze was looking at him.

Firenze gave John a kind smile, stretched out his hand and said, "John Wick."

John took the hand, nodded and said, "Professor Firenze."

"I heard other people talking about you," Firenze said to John. "You made some centaurs angry that time."

"Then let them be angry," John smiled: "If they want to come to me, I'm welcome."

Firenze said, "Centaurs don't hunt young."

"If that's their excuse," John said noncommittally, "I can live with that."

Firenze was speechless.

It can be seen from John's attitude that he doesn't seem to like centaurs.

Firenze, who was expelled, was helpless. He whispered, "Mars are flashing. I hope you don't care about those things."

Mars, also known as Yinghuo, is a sign of war.

Horse people have a complete and powerful heritage in stargazing, and they are able to observe many things through formation.

John looked at the horse hoof bruises on his chest in surprise and said unexpectedly, "You will still speak for them after being expelled."

"I have no grudge against them." Firenze doesn't want his tribe to do stupid things.

John shrugged and sat down.

After a while, Harry and Ron came over.

If Parvati and the others hadn't brought the two of them here, they would probably have been able to see them arrive at the astronomical tower.