I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Penny was afraid that her precious son would become an offer that could not be refused.

This caused Dudley to suffer a lot, and he didn't even have the chance to go out and bully other children.

And all this has nothing to do with John.

He was writing a letter to a man called Ben Abbott.

Ever since John realized that it would be difficult for him to make a magic sword similar to the Sword of Gryffindor in a short period of time, he shifted his focus to enchantment.

This Ben Abbott is a swordsmith, and John is asking him to make a custom-made greatsword.

A reply from the other party arrived a few days later, promising to help John make a sword.

Of course, John would also pay the reward and send the necessary mithril and some wood.

All he had to do was wait two weeks and he would get a brand new sword.

The list of books needed for the second grade of the school was sent over. John picked it up and took a look at it, then he froze in place.

Except for textbooks such as "Standard Course in Spells", the other books in the list do not seem to be textbooks.

Books like "A Walk with Corpse Eaters", "A Holiday with Witches", "Travels with Giants"... these books look more like novels.

John remembered that these books seemed to be on the list of books Hermione sent him.

He still remembered that Hermione said that the contents of these books were very interesting and recommended that John read them.

"Could Hermione predict the future?" After wondering for a while, John decided to let it go.

He set up an alchemy room in the basement, and during this time he refined some things.

Maybe I can find time to sell it.

Although they could be considered a middle-class family, they could not afford the huge expenses of alchemy.

John decided to be self-reliant, and it would be best if he could find a partner to make the products himself and have the other party sell them.

This person must be professional. After all, what John has in his hand is not a prank prop like the Weasley twins, but a real magical item with lethal power.

John thought about it and realized that there were no such professionals around him.

Perhaps you can find it in Diagon Alley.

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Chapter 45 Knockturn Alley and the Thief

"Good morning Kicks."

John picked up the cat that was rubbing against his feet, and his face was full of satisfaction with the furry cat.

The cat called Ti Ti meowed, and three more cats came running out.

They gathered around John's feet, and John took out the cat food he had brought with him.

Tom wagged his tail and turned around in circles with some dissatisfaction. He said he would take me for a walk, but he ended up feeding the cat here.

An old lady was walking slowly towards them with a cane. John saw her and greeted her, "Good morning, Mrs. Figg."

Arabella Figg smiled when she saw John. No one knew that this ordinary-looking old lady was actually a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

She was a Squib and was asked by Dumbledore to look after Harry.

Half a year ago, Mrs. Figg added one more person to her care list.

It's John Wick in front of you.

Dumbledore came in person, wanting to know more about this student.

Mrs. Figg had a good impression of John because the boy always came to take care of her cat.

His love for furries is just like Dumbledore's love for sweets. It is for this reason that Dumbledore is determined to make John the temporary holder of the Philosopher's Stone.

John didn't know that he might have to thank the old lady in front of him, so he rubbed the four kittens separately.

"It's better to have a cat outside. It won't suddenly turn into an older cat lady."

After John satisfied his furry obsession, he was about to leave when he found that someone seemed to be watching him.

"Spy on me?"

His first thought was Death Eaters, but that was quickly rejected.

The last Death Eaters he encountered were because they were looking for Nicolas Flamel, but this time he didn't think they would come all the way to spy on him.

He was not the savior Harry Potter, so there was no value in monitoring the Death Eaters.

He stood up and looked normal again. Tom stopped circling. John said goodbye to Mrs. Figg and took Tom for a jog.

"Gone?"

After leaving Privet Drive, John found that the sense of surveillance had disappeared.

He felt somewhat confused, and when he went for his morning run the next day, that sight appeared again.

This time John saw it clearly. It was a guy who wrapped his whole body like he had a skin disease.

By the time I jogged out of Privet Drive, the man hadn't caught up with me.

"Is it to monitor Harry?"

Considering that Harry had already left, John still found it unlikely.

As John's doubts grew, something fell from his pocket while he was running on the third day.

The man who was wrapped up in the clothes saw the thing shining in the sunlight, and his eyes suddenly lit up with golden light.

He immediately ran over and picked up the thing.

It was a gold Galleon, and that made him smile.

“Good luck never comes in short supply.”

After putting the gold galleons away, he did not chase out to monitor John.

At night, John walked out of the house under the Disillusionment Spell.

In his hand he held a piece of parchment, but it was not the Marauder's Map.

There was only a simple arrow on the parchment, and as John moved, the arrow on the paper kept changing.

Finally John walked into a house.

The house was extremely simple, with nothing inside except a fireplace and a pitched tent.

John came to the fireplace, which was connected to the Floo Network.

"Let me guess, head to Diagon Alley."

Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, John called out the name of Diagon Alley.

A ball of green fire swallowed him, and the next second he appeared in another fireplace.

There was some chimney soot on his nose, John wiped the black ash off and walked out to find himself in a shop in Diagon Alley.

"If you can't find that guy, you can go shopping."

With a thought in mind, John cast another Disillusionment Spell and walked out.

Diagon Alley became less crowded at night, and he held the positioning map he made in his hand.

Following the arrow on the map, he found that there were fewer people.

Moreover, the people around were wearing cloaks to cover their bodies, and some of them were trading something there.

It looks mysterious, probably not something legal.

"Knockturn Alley?"

Before he knew it, John arrived at Knockturn Alley.

This place is right next to Diagon Alley, but it is completely different.

This is where a lot of illegal transactions take place, and the man who was monitoring John was trading something with someone.

"You are too greedy. Do you know how much effort I put into making this?"

The man put on a cloak and cursed at the owner of a store.

The boss glanced at him and said in a mocking tone: "How much strength? This thing is just a small mirror, Mundungus Fletcher, the quality of your stolen things is getting lower and lower."

The man known as Mundungus Fletcher was the one who was watching John, and he slammed the door and left in frustration.

But he didn't dare to get angry and rob the Le Bojinbok Antique Shop.

I had to leave here by myself.

Mundungus walked outside, ready to go to the Leaky Cauldron to relieve his sorrow and see if there was any dumb guy who could make him some money.

"What an unlucky day! Dumbledore told me to pay more attention to that kid, so I didn't have time to steal things. Harry Potter is fine, but why would this kid do that?" Mundungus complained in a low voice.

Instead of spending time on surveillance, you might as well make more money yourself.

Before he could put his plan into action, he felt his wand pressed against his lower back as he passed a path leading to Knockturn Alley.

"Don't move. If you want a hole in your stomach, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Mundungus' legs trembled with fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Calm down, I still have a few Galleons on me, you can take them."

He cursed in his heart that he was unlucky and was being robbed by others.

He wanted to take the opportunity to use his wand to escape, but before he could touch the wand, the wand from his waist was pulled away.

Physical disarmament.

It was all over now, and Mundungus dared not move.

John led him to the corner of the alley and whispered threateningly, "It seems you are not honest."

Mundungus smiled and said, "No, absolutely not. I was just a little too scared."

"Haha." John didn't believe his words at all. He lowered his voice deliberately, which made Mundungus unclear about John's identity.

At this time, John also knew who asked him to come and monitor him. He didn't expect it was Dumbledore.

He thought about it and decided that it should be to protect himself.

John had encountered Death Eaters in France, and perhaps because of this, he asked the person who was monitoring and protecting Harry to look after him as well.

John's own guess was actually quite correct. John is no longer the same person he was before. He is the inheritor of Nicolas Flamel's intellectual legacy.

Not to mention what the future holds, Nicolas Flamel's experimental manuscripts alone are enough to drive some people with bad intentions crazy.

Now that he knew he was not a Death Eater, John no longer had the intention to deal with him.

But he suddenly had an idea and thought that he might be able to use this person to open a business in Knockturn Alley.

Just when Mundungus thought he might end up dead on the street today, John said, "Want to make some money, Mundungus Fletcher?"

"Make money?" Mundungus didn't expect that someone would pay for robbery.

He couldn't understand what the other party meant, but he knew that if he didn't agree, he would probably be in big trouble.

"I have a few props that I need you to help me with. After they are sold, we'll split the profits 20-80."

Although not all of John's props are lethal, some of them were made when he was studying black magic.

Diagon Alley will not buy this kind of thing, it can only be sold in Knockturn Alley.

"You just need to answer yes or no. I won't force you." Although John said this, his wand pricked Mundungus's waist and caused pain.

He nodded hurriedly, wishing he could nod his head off.

John smiled and took out several dangerous props from the small bag he carried with him.

"In three days, I need to see the golden Galleons."

After leaving these words, John moved the wand from Mundungus' waist.

Mundungus felt a sense of relief and hastily picked up his disarmed wand.

He looked at the props, and suddenly a golden light flashed in his eyes, and even the fear he had just felt disappeared.

"What a wonderful thing! Old Borgin will surely be interested in it."