I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Harry breathed a sigh of relief; he knew that Dumbledore would not sit idly by.

Vernon felt indescribable when he heard that Harry would not be expelled. On the one hand, he was afraid of Harry's revenge, and on the other hand, he wished Harry would stay away from him.

Another owl came in, the fourth one.

It came in from the kitchen fireplace, and the dust made me cough.

This time it was Sirius who stressed to Harry not to leave the house.

John was getting a little tired of this kind of trick.

When something happens to the savior, someone who seems to be protecting him secretly appears, and it's the uncle from the Ministry of Magic, then Dumbledore goes there himself, and then the godfather also comes.

"It's really precious." He sat on the sofa, watching the farce with his eyelids half raised.

Harry was a little dissatisfied with what Sirius said. He fought off the Dementors all by himself, and was there no one who said "well done" to him?

John could see his emotions and found them hilarious.

If it were any other wizard, even a pure-blood, he would not have received this treatment.

Harry enjoyed it too much and became picky.

"Look, this is the savior that Dumbledore has painstakingly cultivated."

John rested his cheek on his hand and watched with interest.

The Savior was very arrogant. When others called him the Mysterious Man, he could say Voldemort's name without hesitation, and he felt a little smug when he saw Vernon and Petunia were so scared that they dared not speak.

Vernon even wanted to chase him away, and at this moment, the fifth owl flew over.

It's really lively today.

But this one wasn't looking for Harry, it flew over to look for Petunia Dursley.

It was a Red Howler letter.

Harry told her it was a Howler.

Vernon immediately tensed and told her to throw it away.

In Vernon's opinion, wizards were no different from dangerous people.

Penny was also a little scared when she saw her name written on it.

The howling letter was not opened and began to smoke.

Penny was at a loss as flames shot out of the envelope, causing her to scream and drop the envelope.

Coincidentally, the envelope flew right towards John.

So John took it.

At the moment when he was about to make a sound, John clapped his hands.

The sound became inaudible.

"Remember my last, Penny."

This sound.

It's Dumbledore!

John clenched his hands and the envelope turned into ashes.

Everyone stared at this scene in a daze. To them, the letter seemed to be floating in the air.

Then it turned to ashes.

"Where's the sound? Why is there no sound?" Harry looked at everything in surprise.

He had no idea why the howler had no sound.

Petunia was also holding onto the chair, and Vernon went over and hugged his wife.

Dudley woke up and stared blankly in that direction.

John, knowing that there was nothing exciting to see, left immediately.

...

"Backtracking."

In the attic.

Golden light wrapped around a piece of ash, and a red envelope quickly grew from the ash at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Howling letter.

John stared at the envelope in deep thought, "Dumbledore sent it to Petunia Dursley to remind him of his last words?"

Petunia is Harry's aunt and the older sister of Harry's mother.

Lily Evans.

Strictly speaking, Harry is not a savior.

It was Lily Evans who cast an ancient magic on Harry and allowed that love to defeat Voldemort.

As Lily's older sister, Petunia is a Muggle.

The only place where Dumbledore and she could have any intersection was with Harry.

Flipping through the howling letter casually, John put the ring on two fingers of his right hand and pointed it towards the howling letter.

The roaring letter that was about to spontaneously combust suddenly stopped, and John casually tossed the letter into his briefcase.

There was a book on the table, which began to turn when the wind blew over it.

The Tales of Beedle the Bard

The last page of the book was turned to the legend of the three brothers, which was about the resurrection stone of the second brother.

John stared at the resurrection stone written on it, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"The God of Death does exist, and so do the three Deathly Hallows."

John brushed his fingers lightly over the book and said thoughtfully, "In the story, the Resurrection Stone helped the second brother find his beloved girl. Because she didn't belong to this world, she became sad and indifferent."

It looks like a hoax, a deceptive fantasy.

But John didn't think so. He felt that there was a possibility that the method used by the second brother might be wrong.

The second brother relies on the power of the Resurrection Stone itself. The girl he summons does not belong to this world and is rejected by the world.

If I could use the power of time and soul to inject it into it, and the forbidden power collide, perhaps there would be a way to summon back the soul of the deceased.

This was just John's guess. The conditions for implementation were difficult. At least it required the exile of the power of the Ice Box and the Resurrection Stone.

He kept the thought to himself.

Day two.

The Dursleys didn't kick Harry out in the end, but their attitude became very cold.

John just glanced at it and ignored it.

He heads to Johnny Silverhand’s store.

Mundungus was not here, probably keeping an eye on Harry at Privet Drive.

John picked up a report at random, which was about the investment situation of Silver Hand Angel this quarter.

He took a quick look and found that there were other investment projects besides the Weasley twins' joke shop.

As it stands, the only ones who can achieve returns in the short term are the Weasley twins.

As for the others, most are in the state of investing money.

Moving his eyes downward, John saw that there was a project that had been continuously invested with 3000 Galleons, but the return on this project was basically zero.

He glanced at the signer, Mundungus Fletcher.

"I wanted to kill you, and you handed me the knife."

John smiled dumbly and called Tang Mi in. John pointed to the project called "Fat Dun Surfing Training" and said, "Find out about this project and fire Mundungus."

After saying that, John thought for a moment and continued, "Don't forget, make him spit out the money for me."

Chapter 263 Lupin and the Six Werewolf Brothers

People are not enough to swallow elephants.

Mundungus is a greedy guy. If he were just greedy, it would be fine, but he is also unfaithful.

Besides being unfaithful, he only remembers eating and not being beaten.

John once warned him not to get his hands on the fund, but he got his hands on Silver Hand Angel Investment.

In this case, there is no need to keep it any longer.

John asked Tang Mi to fire the man, and if he couldn't pay the money, he would let the security team go to Mundungus's house to look for him.

It was after nine o'clock in the evening when Mundungus returned.

Mundungus is very satisfied with his current life. What kind of life did he live before? He didn’t even have a place to sleep and he had to sneak tickets to watch the World Cup.

Harry was sent back to his room by the Dursleys, and only three meals a day were delivered to his room.

Life suddenly returned to normal, and Harry felt the gap.

It’s a bargain for Mundungus, as he doesn’t have to take care of a child.

"Hey, didn't you see me? Why don't you say hello to me?" Mundungus made some rules under the pretext of being powerful, such as requiring store clerks to say hello when they saw him.

The security team didn't give him face, but the store clerks still listened to him.

But today, he found that the usually obedient clerk just sneered.

He was a little angry because he was a veteran of the Silver Hand Johnny store.

“What’s that look on your face!” Mundungus yelled. “Apologize now!”

He saw the clerk's expression change and he saluted him very respectfully, which made Mundungus very satisfied.

But soon, he found something wrong.

The clerk was greeting, but not to himself.

He turned around and saw the silver mask appeared in front of him.

The familiar scene made him kneel down subconsciously.

"Respected Sir Johnny Silverhand." Mundungus was very flattering and kept himself in a humble manner.

He lay on the ground like this for a long time, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down his face. He looked up quietly, and saw that his boss had no intention of asking him to get up.

"Mundungus," John began, his voice slightly hoarse, "do you remember what I said?"

Sweat continued to pour out of Mundungus's face. He shuddered and said, "Sir Johnny Silverhand?"

"It seems you really have forgotten." His expression could not be seen under the silver mask, but Mundungus could feel that he was angry.

A strange force pulled Mundungus up, and a suffocating feeling of being strangled in the throat came over him.

The familiar feeling made his face flush.

The force of the hand almost crushed his neck, and death hung over Mundungus' head.

"You are too greedy. I have already given you one chance."

Mundungus struggled constantly, unable to utter a single word, his body twitching like a fish on the beach.

He was really finished. He saw those extremely cold eyes.

Yes, he remembered.

It was the same at the beginning.

Mundungus regretted it. He shouldn't have done that.

Too much comfort for too long made him forget everything. After he helped Silverhand Johnny negotiate the World Cup advertisement, he felt that he was ready again.

In fact, he was still the thief who was caught easily.