I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"I want you to heal Mrs. Weasley."

After Harry finished speaking, the only sound left in the Society of Stars was the sound of clouds rolling over the dome.

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

Even Snape, the master of potions, shook his head and conducted research to find out the answer. It was a very vicious curse.

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

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

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

But he was determined to do so, that Mrs. Weasley treated him like his own son, the way his mother felt.

He stared at John's expression, from joking at the beginning, to surprise later, and then to a kind of anger.

anger?

Why be angry?

John suppressed his anger and looked sideways at Dumbledore.

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

"No! I just want to save Mrs. Weasley..." Harry explained in a panic, he didn't understand, John couldn't, or didn't want to?

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

The outrageous anger made Harry feel a coercion that would crush people's bones.

"Don't look at me with your narrow eyes, Harry Potter!" John said with suppressed anger, causing the starlight on the dome to disappear.

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

Dumbledore spoke, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes, "Harry didn't mean that, he just cared about it and messed up."

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

"He never doubted your concern for your friend, John." Dumbledore apologized.

John closed his eyes, and when they reopened, the anger in his eyes disappeared.

The dome became clear again, and the little golden figure who was squatting under the table just now ran out and turned back into dreamlike golden characters.

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

If Harry was pardoned, he was very nervous just now.

It was as if John would suddenly turn into a dragon and swallow himself in one gulp.

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

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

But in fact, apart from the identity of the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley is still 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 infinite tolerance and indulgence to their own people.

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

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

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

They were Percy's dear mother and lovely sister.

The so-called Aiwujiwu should be like this.

Now that John had promised to treat Mrs. Weasley, Harry relaxed.

So what is he going to choose?

Harry's mind was running fast, and he looked at Dumbledore, but the kind old man did not urge him.

The Stars Club can hear the needle, waiting for Harry's choice.

He needs to think carefully.

What is he, or the Order of the Phoenix, wants most now?

That had to be something John could give.

His palms were sweating, and he wiped and wiped it on his pants.

Harry's complexion changed again and again, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I want a powerful wand."

What Harry thought of was the need to give Dumbledore a wand, which Grindelwald had taken from him.

John's expressionless face finally changed when he heard the words.

"Wand?"

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

Leaning on the back of the chair, crossing his legs, John said calmly, "It's your turn to pay the price."

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

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

John didn't take it right away, the sound he made across the table made Dumbledore's pupils constrict.

"Open."

It was a cold, hoarse voice.

Harry didn't catch it, it sounded like John was talking normally to him.

The golden locket that was originally closed was instantly opened, and a black air filled the air, accompanied by a deceptive voice.

"close."

The box is closed.

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

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

"As for that wand, I'll give you one strong enough."

He snapped his fingers, and the cloud and mist fell like an upside-down tornado.

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

"Crystal staff core, elderberry material."

"This is a wand for the belligerent."

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

Harry took the wand and passed 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 the unusualness of this wand.

This wand can augment his magic.

"I think our deal is over," John ordered the eviction, "Both."

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, and Harry followed behind Dumbledore.

When he was about to leave, John stopped Harry.

"Take this away, Harry."

The emerald-like potion was on the table, and John stroked the gold locket with his fingers and said, "Say hello to Mrs. Weasley for me."

Harry glanced at Dumbledore and hurried over to take it away.

His heart was pounding, and he held the bottle of medicine tightly.

After walking out the door, Harry and Dumbledore returned to the next door.

...

"You made a great choice, Harry." Dumbledore said with a kind expression on his face.

"But Dumbledore, won't you blame me?" Harry felt that he was presumptuous. If it was Dumbledore, it would definitely be a more valuable choice.

Dumbledore shook his head, and said with some playfulness: "I just need this, my old wand hasn't been maintained for a long time."

"Besides, you let me get more useful answers from John."

"What answer?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Dumbledore chuckled: "His attitude towards many things, and what he learned about John."

"At least we can know one thing. From beginning to end, he is the John who values ​​his friends. This is very different from Voldemort."

Holding the edge of the Pensieve, Dumbledore said inscrutablely: "We can't let go of today's lesson."

He took a bottle from the memory shelf and opened it. The silvery liquid entered the Pensieve and turned into a scene.

A handsome boy appeared inside.

...

Among Silver Hand's many industries, there is one that is most incompatible with that huge business empire.

Illusory Divination Pavilion.

Not many people here even know about it.

It opened in a house with a black exterior between the Silverhand Johnny Store and the Alchemy Workshop.

There is only one person inside, who is honored as the elder.

Even Tang Mi doubted what effect this man, who looked like a Muggle fortune-teller, could bring to Silver Hand.

Drinks worth [-] Galleons were provided to Trelawney for free, and people would be arranged to pretend to be customers to increase the income of this bleak divination pavilion.

Over time, Tang Mi handed over the affairs here to a witch named Jennifer.

This witch is a Hufflepuff graduate and very patient.

Today is the seventh cast member of Magic Divination Court, and Jennifer will play in person.

She pretended to be a confused woman and came to the Magical Divination Pavilion.

Trelawney, who was wearing thick glasses, changed herself into an emerald green robe with small crystal balls as accessories.

It made her look like a witch.

"Dear Elder, I want to be guided."

Jennifer said respectfully, but she was actually thinking about whether to buy some freshly roasted quail when she got home.

She didn't hear a response and looked up cautiously.

However, Trelawney, who was supposed to come up with the unreliable divination set as always, now has white eyes, and the whole is in a sense of blur between illusion and reality.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, like someone who was about to die of thirst without drinking water for three days.

The strong smell of alcohol radiated from her body, and Jennifer was so scared that she wanted to call someone.

See Trelawney start talking nonsense;

"There has been a turn, hiss... the Dark Lord seeks his servant in the dark."

"The giant destroys all, and the enemy of fate kills the giant. In the fire, the cry of the newborn opens the dawn."

"The Dark Lord dies from a powerful enemy, and those who come into contact with taboos will not die well, and the gears of fate will be disrupted."

As if Trelawney didn't bring it up in one breath, Jennifer hurried over without caring about hiding it.

As soon as she came to Trelawney, she was grasped tightly by a pair of hands like chicken feet, and roared in an old and hoarse voice: "Those who trample on life, you will step into the abyss—!"

"Yuan—cough cough—!" Trelawney coughed twice dryly, looking at the terrified witch in front of her, and said strangely, "Oh, why are you here, miss?"

Jennifer broke free from the shackles as if she had seen a ghost and kept backing away. Her face was pale, and she ran out regardless of Trelawney's inquiry.

Trelawney looked puzzled when she saw this, but she didn't know that the crystal ball on her table lit up slightly.

...