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Dumbledore smiled kindly and said in a relaxed tone: "Harry is the discoverer of this thing. Strictly speaking, he is the owner."

John sneered, glanced at Harry who was still standing there, and said, "Tea? Pumpkin juice?"

"I think the one last time was pretty good," Dumbledore answered for Harry, winking, "It's just good, isn't it?"

"Greedy." John said.

The little golden man struggled to open the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of golden, glowing wine.

It was also the first time for Harry to see this kind of wine. After he sat down, he watched several golden figures cooperate to hand the wine to John.

John snapped his fingers, and an exquisite and expensive goblet appeared in front of Harry.

John opened the wine bottle, and the wine inside was obviously poured into the air, but strangely appeared in the wine glass.

"Thank you," Dumbledore calmly picked up the glass and took a sip, saying with emotion, "It's really delicious."

"Let's get down to business."

John glanced at the dishonest Dumbledore, put a hand on his chin, and said lazily and nonchalantly: "You want to trade with me?"

"And what's the price... Dumbledore?"

This scene seems full of contradictions.

An old man who is over a hundred years old, and a student who is still in school.

It was the students who seemed to be taking the lead.

Dumbledore changed the topic and said with a smile: "I think you can open a bottle of wine for the owner of the cargo. It shows your respect."

John frowned, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

There was no respect in his words, nor was Dumbledore annoyed.

Acting no different from the usual kind old man outside, Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Harry is the one who talks business with you."

Harry was confused. When did he say he was coming to discuss business?

He looked up at Dumbledore and saw Dumbledore's eyes full of trust under his half-moon glasses.

"Oh?" John joked, "Okay then, let Harry talk to me, but you have to come up with the chips first."

"Whether it's trading or gambling, we always have to see if the chips are worthy of being put on the table."

Hearing this, Dumbledore motioned to Harry to show the thing.

Harry took out the gold locket from his clothes. The snake-shaped mark on it all revealed the identity of the item.

"I still underestimated fate," John said with emotion, "You discovered this thing."

"Mundungus is going to steal it." Harry shook his head.

"Mundungus," John said with a meaningless word, "Let's start trading."

John's originally lazy posture straightened up, and instantly there was an aggressive aura heading towards Harry's door.

He said meaningfully: "Set your conditions."

"Money? Fame? Status? Props? Potions? Or do you want to experience rejuvenation?"

The latter sentence was said to Dumbledore.

The background of the second king allows him to easily offer conditions that ordinary people cannot get in their lifetime.

Looking at Harry, John exuded the domineering aura of a superior man.

A student as young as himself said this, and Harry couldn't even find a point to refute.

Because he knew clearly that John was not exaggerating.

This locket is like a wishing machine at this moment.

The huge pressure made Harry breathless. Dumbledore whispered: "Harry, just follow your heart."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to have magic, making Harry breathe evenly.

He recalled Mrs. Weasley lying in the hospital bed, not even the therapist could save her.

He makes his own decisions.

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Chapter 465 Trelawney talking nonsense

"I want you to treat Mrs. Weasley."

After Harry finished speaking, the only sound left in the Star Club was the sound of clouds rolling through the dome.

He looked at John nervously. Mrs. Weasley's poison was very difficult to cure.

Even Potions Master Snape shook his head and conducted research to find the answer. It was a very vicious curse.

And he just wanted to try it, in front of this alchemist who even Slughorn could only cooperate with.

Harry didn't dare to look into Dumbledore's eyes because he thought Dumbledore might be disappointed.

Because I didn't take advantage of this opportunity to do something greater.

But he was still determined to do so. That Mrs. Weasley treated him like her own son and gave him the feeling of a mother.

He stared at John with an expression that changed from joking at the beginning, to surprise later, and then to anger.

anger?

Why be angry?

John suppressed his anger and looked sideways at Dumbledore.

"Is this what you mean, Dumbledore?" John looked at the two people opposite him coldly, "Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"No! I just want to save Mrs. Weasley..." Harry explained in a panic. He didn't understand. Was John unable or didn't want to?

John laughed angrily at him, "Really? So in your opinion, I would use Percy's mother as a condition for trading with others?"

The unexpected anger made Harry feel a bone-crushing pressure.

"Don't look at me with your narrow eyes, Harry Potter!" John suppressed his angry words and made the starlight in the dome disappear.

There was a rumble of thunder, and frightening blue thunder and lightning flashed between the clouds and mist.

Dumbledore spoke, with a hint of joy in his eyes, "Harry didn't mean that, he was just concerned and confused."

Harry felt the pressure on his body disappear. He didn't expect that his words would make John so angry.

"He never doubted your concern for your friends, John," Dumbledore said apologetically.

John closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes disappeared.

The dome turned clear again, and the little golden man who had been squatting under the table when the apocalypse was coming just now ran out and turned back into dreamlike golden words.

"I don't want to say it a second time." John said unhappily, "If you still want to continue trading."

Harry felt like he was being pardoned. He had been very nervous just now.

It was like John would suddenly turn into a fire dragon and swallow himself in one bite.

At the same time, Harry knew he had made a mistake.

He wishfully believed that John's boredom with the Order would prevent John from accepting any help.

But in fact, apart from her role in the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley is also the mother of John Wick's friend.

John is a Slytherin, he has all the qualities of a Slytherin.

As the kings of Slytherin, they have unlimited tolerance and indulgence towards their own people.

The Star Society protects Ginny at the Ministry of Magic, and Malfoy will stand up for Ginny.

For them, there is only the difference between 'a group' and 'outsiders'.

Harry was the outsider, but Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were not.

They are Percy's dear mother and lovely sister.

The so-called love house and bird should be like this.

Now that he had received John's promise that he would treat Mrs. Weasley, Harry felt relieved.

So what will he choose?

Harry's mind was racing and he looked at Dumbledore. The kind old man did not urge him.

The Stars Society is waiting for Harry's choice.

He needs to think carefully.

What does he, or the Order of the Phoenix, want most right now?

That had to be what John could give.

My palms were sweaty and I wiped them on my pants again and again.

Harry's expression changed again and again, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"I want a powerful wand."

What Harry thinks about is the need to give Dumbledore a wand, which was taken away by Grindelwald.

John's expressionless face finally changed after hearing this.

"Wand?"

He chuckled, "I can agree to your deal."

Leaning back in the chair and placing the cross on his lap, John said calmly: "It's your turn to pay the price."

Harry took off the gold locket from his neck and placed it on the table.

"Please allow me to do some basic checks before completing the transaction."

John didn't take it immediately. The sound he made from across the table made Dumbledore's pupils shrink.

"Open."

It was a cold, hoarse voice.

Harry didn't hear it; to him John was speaking normally.

The originally closed gold locket opened instantly, and a black air filled the air, accompanied by a bewitching voice.

"close."

The box is closed.

Moved from in front of Harry to in front of John.

Picking up the locket, John said without changing his expression: "The transaction is completed."

"As for that wand, I will give you one that is powerful enough."

He snapped his fingers, and the clouds fell in the shape of an upside-down tornado.

After they dispersed, a black wand appeared lying on a velvet cushion.

"Crystal wand core, made of elder wood."

"This is a wand for a warmonger."

John picked up the wand, waved it gently and handed it to Harry, saying meaningfully: "Use it well."

Harry took the wand and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at his wand and said, "Thank you, Harry."

He took the wand, and as soon as he got it, Dumbledore could see that this wand was unusual.

This wand amplifies his magic.

"I think our deal is over," John ordered, "Both of you."

Dumbledore stood up quickly, and Harry followed behind Dumbledore.

As he was about to leave, John called to Harry.