I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Lihen Bookstore sent the textbooks needed for school to John's home by owl mail.

As long as you are willing to pay several times the postage fee, Lihen Bookstore is willing to do so.

Basil has been busy recently, and it needs to deliver letters to John.

The work of maintaining contacts is still going on, and he is most interested in this letter.

Sent by former Hogwarts Slytherin Head, Potions Professor, Potions Master, Horace Slughorn.

This was met through Dharma Alex, to be precise, a pen pal.

As the former head of Slytherin, Slughorn was very interested in this Slytherin student.

They sometimes exchanged letters, and it seemed to John that Slughorn was like himself.

They are all Slytherins, accumulating contacts.

The difference is that John uses this network to carry out many great things, while Slughorn enjoys the vanity brought by the network more.

Those things gained through connections can make Slughorn more satisfying.

John has been in touch with him for about two years, and apart from occasionally discussing things about potion science, he sometimes gives away some items.

Such as mead, pineapple preserves and the like.

Slughorn also helped him a lot. He once offered his opinion on the soul potion.

But the latter opinion was not adopted by John, because John found a better one.

This contact was also because Slughorn learned about the Blood Curse thesis from Dharma Alex.

"John, you amaze me that a kid your age can complete a dissertation with a potions master like Dharma Alex, who is one of the most gifted students I have ever taught, about blood magic potions, I can see that you have a lot to do here.

You really amaze me more and more with your talent. It's a pity that I have retired. If I can teach students like you, I will be proud of my life. "

Slughorn was impressed by John's talent, but regretted that he was no longer a professor.

As a professor with a collection habit, Slughorn's favorite students are those with outstanding talents.

He has a good vision, and almost every student has achieved good results in their respective fields.

At the same time, there are some regrettable students.

Like Lily Evans, a student that Slughorn liked very much.

But she was killed by another student of his, and this incident was a memory he never wanted in his life.

That student had hurt him far more than that, and he felt for the rest of his life that he had created this monster.

John received the letter, took out a quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote a letter.

He had some questions for Slughorn, some involving darker taboos.

Basil was eating a small dried fish in his mouth, and John took it off and replaced it with a letter.

"You know where it's going." Patting Basil on the head, John opened the window.

Basil protested twice in dissatisfaction, and he didn't even finish his dried fish.

John glanced at the small dried fish that Tom took the opportunity to eat, and said without changing his expression, "I'll give you a new one when you come back."

Basil flew away, and Riddle flew over.

He brought Tang Mi's letter and a box.

"My lord, Mundungus stole some things from somewhere and hopes to use them to repay the loan."

John opened the box, and there were some exquisite silverware in it, and some of them were magic props with magic.

One of the purple pajama robes was opened by John, and flew out of it, trying to strangle John.

John's wardrobe was opened, and a wizard robe with a silver mask ran out, strangled the purple pajamas and threw it on the ground.

"Where did he get it?"

John reached for a music box, and the music from it was mind-numbing.

Closing it casually, John was thoughtful, he had seen this thing before.

"I forgot, Mundungus used to be a thief."

The purple pajamas over there had been subdued by John's wizard robes, twisted and thrown aside.

These are things from Black's old house, and it seems that house robbers are hard to guard against.

John twisted the music box, and the sound made Tom sleepy.

He chuckled and said, "It's not a bad idea."

He wrote to Tang Mi that the things Mundungus stole could offset some debts, but only a few.

With Mundungus' character, knowing that he can repay the debt, he will definitely get worse.

He didn't say it clearly, even Dumbledore couldn't read his trace with Legilimency.

This is a very important thing.

"Look at the man you're looking for, Dumbledore, you're really old and stupid."

A house thief became a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Is Dumbledore too confident?

Glancing at Tom, the young dog was in good health and fell asleep.

Put the music box next to Tom, since he likes it, let him be a toy.

As for the nightgown, John snapped his fingers, and the crumpled nightgown flew into his hands, and he clapped his hands together.

The magic circle appeared on the nightgown, and with a finger, the nightgown ran to the ceiling to stay there.

John is not in the habit of wearing other people's clothes.

8 month 31 day.

There is one more day until school starts.

John left the house early, at the Johnny Silver Hands store.

Everything here now, except Tang Mi, is taken over by Kim Ledisley.

In the secret garden, John sees Kim.

He left Ilvermorny, and his golden hair grew longer.

John stood nearby, with the canvas spread out on the easel, and Kim, holding the paintbrush, gesturing there.

It was a sunflower field, already a perfect painting.

Stop writing, Jin stared blankly at the blank space, his thoughts drifted into the distance.

Suddenly, he put down the pen and stroked the painting with his fingers.

The wet paint had become a mess under his fingers.

"I can't draw it," King said.

John said calmly, "Don't push yourself."

"I just," Jin smiled wryly, scratching his hair with paint-stained hands angrily, the blond hair was a mess of color, "I want to see you again."

"Everyone wants to see each other again." John walked over and patted Jin on the shoulder, "Kim, draw a picture for me."

With disheveled hair, Jin silently removed the canvas and put it on again.

John stood there, subconsciously looking back to the left.

He held the "Story Collection of Beedou the Poet" slightly, and murmured: "Yes, who doesn't want to see you again."

...

9 month 1 day.

Hogwarts back-to-school season.

Coming out of Knockturn Alley, John went to Gringotts.

Using Lestrange's identity, he re-entered the vault.

Griphook was smiling as he walked him out.

Because Lestrange's coffers are full again.

To goblins, it seems that as long as things are stored in Gringotts, they are the same as theirs.

John doesn't care, and Apparates to King's Cross Station.

He was walking in the station, and before entering nine and three quarters, he saw a huge procession.

It was Harry and the others.

In order to protect Harry's safety, they travel with specifications that the Minister of Magic is probably not worthy of.

John just glanced and walked towards the wall.

Across the station, John appears on platform nine and three-quarters.

"John."

Pansy wasn't with Malfoy, displeasure was written all over her face.

Crabbe and Goyle looked averted, rubbing their left arms with their right hands from time to time.

John walked over, glanced at the two big men, "Where's Draco?"

Pansy said unhappily, "He's showing off that he's a prefect."

"It's his character," John shrugged, glanced at the two big men who minimized their presence, and John said, "Goyle, Crabbe, come with me."

Not allowing two people to question, John directly ordered the two people.

Pansy gloated, and they stepped into the train.

John walked in front, exuding the aura that no one should enter.

The Slytherins greeted John respectfully.

The other three courtyards were also a little embarrassed, not daring to face John face to face.

Walking to the empty compartment, John sat in first.

Crabbe and Goyle turned around and wanted to leave, but were pushed in by Pansy behind them.

John snapped his fingers, and the carriage door slammed shut.

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