I swung a sword at Hogwarts

With 100% profit, capital dares to trample on all human laws.

The profits John offered in this incident were enough to shut up the purebloods.

They have zero cost and zero loss, and all they need to do is shut up.

Conscience begins to disappear when money blinds one's eyes.

John didn't care about that, even though the money could expand his business a lot.

Malfoy came to Silverhand Manor, and he has been in high spirits recently.

After officially confirming the relationship with Astoria, business within the family suddenly picked up again.

Even now, those sexy lips are still much fuller than usual.

John couldn't help laughing when he saw him.

"Stop laughing." Malfoy said angrily, "I've tried everything but it doesn't work."

"Then I would suggest you go to the Silver Cross Hospital, where there are therapists who specialize in dealing with injuries caused by spells." John advertised his hospital.

"It's too expensive," Malfoy said with a frightened expression, "One hundred Galleons for one examination."

This hospital, which was established less than two years ago, is still very young, but the equipment inside is in no way inferior to that of St. Mungo's.

The only complaint is that it is expensive.

Especially expert consultations are outrageously expensive.

Such things have been reported in newspapers more than once.

"That's because you don't have health insurance," John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It's because you're not from Knockturn Alley."

"Can't you get me one?" Malfoy said awkwardly. "My dad wants one, too."

By the way, Lucius, the famous curator, does not have medical insurance because his Museum of Dark Arts is located in Diagon Alley.

Every time Lucius went to the Silver Cross Hospital for a checkup, it would cost him twice as much.

"There's nothing we can do, that's the rule." John shrugged. Originally, this medical insurance was used to attract talent to Knockturn Alley.

There are three ways to obtain it. The first is to have a job in Knockturn Alley, the second is to live in Knockturn Alley, and the third is to be an employee of Silver Hand.

The Malfoy family doesn't have any of the three, so it obviously doesn't qualify.

"Fine," Malfoy muttered, his lips looking ridiculous.

Malfoy came here for a reason. He brought a piece of news for John.

"Mother met Bellatrix once," Malfoy said. "Bellatrix has connections to Voldemort."

"What did they say?" John asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know," Malfoy shook his head and said, "Bellatrix deliberately concealed it. Even my mother only heard one sentence."

Malfoy said with a strange look on his face: "Ferret."

"Stoat?" John repeated, feeling odd.

That was information Narcissa overheard, and it seemed to be one of Voldemort's targets.

"White ferret" can be used as a name. Is it a person or a place?

"It seems that Voldemort is indeed constantly trying to win over some beings."

John fell into deep thought. Voldemort's whereabouts were unknown and he had not made any movement since he appeared in a foreign country.

The difference is Grindelwald, whom John saw in the newspaper.

He was wanted, but his followers had risen to thirty people.

One of the major events was the assassination of an official from the German Ministry of Magic.

Even though there was no evidence that he was responsible, the Ministry of Magic still blamed him.

This made Grindelwald a nationwide wanted man.

Next time, his deeds are in another snowy country.

However, his followers did not seem to leave with him, and there were only two people following him.

"The motive is unclear, which is really troublesome." John glanced at Grindelwald's whereabouts and put down the newspaper.

"First, settle down inside."

He prioritized dealing with Voldemort.

"Don't you have enough chips? Why don't you make a move?"

John calculated Voldemort's bargaining chips, and the giant alone was indeed not enough.

The five hidden pure-blood families were wiped out by himself, and the plan to split the werewolves was also shattered.

"His next move is either to seek help from abroad or to continue to win over the dark creatures."

John took the ring off his finger.

The emerald green ring symbolizes the power of the Silver Hand.

After several years of operation, John finally had the ability to compete with others.

He didn't want to capsize at this moment.

Whether it is Voldemort or himself, only one can survive.

"You must grow stronger quickly, Voldemort." John didn't want to go around the world looking for Voldemort.

"Draco." He suddenly called Malfoy.

Malfoy: “?”

"Little Barty is waiting for you in the garden," John said with a harmless smile, "He feels it is necessary to strengthen you. After all, you can't even avoid the wasp curse."

Malfoy's face changed drastically. Again?

Can we have a rest during Christmas?

"This is to keep you alive, Draco." John chuckled. "Negligence can get people killed."

Malfoy curled his lips and muttered, "I don't have medical insurance." If he gets injured, he has to pay for it himself.

John watched him leave with a sad face.

Standing in Silverhand Manor, it seemed that this place only looked like a house when the banquet began.

"It's a bit quiet." John looked at the empty manor.

There's nothing Christmasy about it.

John stood on the second floor, holding his chin and thinking for a while.

“Going home for the holidays might be a good choice.”

Come to think of it, he never went home for Christmas.

In this case, John plans to go home this year.

"I remember Dad wanted an owl."

In the wizarding world, anyone who wants to communicate with their family needs to rely on owls.

John came to the fireplace of Silverhand Manor. The flame inside turned blue and he stepped in.

The flames engulfed him, and in the blink of an eye he was at the hearth of the Star Society.

He walked out, and the golden words turned into little men, jumping over to him.

John flicked his finger to push away the little guy who wanted to jump onto his shoulder, walked to one of the doors, opened it and went in.

When he came out again, he had a sneaky-looking gray owl in his hand.

Big head and round amber eyes.

Doesn't look very smart.

Preparing to re-enter the fireplace, John frowned.

He walked to the door and opened it, only to see the old man outside with an unhappy look on his face.

"Oh, John." Dumbledore greeted John with a smile.

John said expressionlessly: "It's really hard for the great wizard Dumbledore to stay here even on Christmas."

Dumbledore was not embarrassed, but blinked and said, "As a gatekeeper, I feel I need to fulfill my duties."

"Haha." John smiled emotionlessly.

If I believe you, there must be something wrong. Aren’t you just afraid that something might happen to your Holy Grail in Hogwarts?

"Then you have a very sharp ear." John said, not sure whether it was sarcasm or ridicule.

Turning to close the door, he just saw Dumbledore holding the wand in his hand.

I guess they thought the Star Society was invaded.

Even without the Elder Wand, he is still the most powerful wizard in the world.

Even a door couldn't stop him from spying.

John returned to the fireplace, and Gray Owl wanted to stand on John's shoulders, but was stopped by him.

"If Basil finds out, your hair will be plucked out."

That was Basil's special seat, and Basil was very vindictive.

As if carrying a chick, he carried the gray owl into the fireplace despite the gray owl's protests.

The blue flames engulfed the two.

Dumbledore, who was outside the door, left.

...

The basement of the Wick family home.

The golden flame without firewood suddenly turned blue, and John walked out from it.

Opening the basement door, John walked up the stairs.

"What do you think of this?"

He heard the voice of Father Watson, who was trying to get his Wizard King to sit on the Christmas tree.

Mrs. Wick glanced at him and turned back to make herself a cup of black tea.

Watson was not angry. He placed the protesting wizard chess pieces on the Christmas tree one by one.

Among them, the silver knight was still shouting, "I have made contributions to this family. I am a hero!"

"Shut up, you've only ever caught mice for me."

Watson placed the Silver Knight in the middle of the Christmas tree.

When the Silver Knight saw the scenery here, he immediately changed his words, "The scenery here is really nice."

Suddenly, a gray owl flew over and looked at the silver knight with its head tilted.

Watson was startled by this creature that came out of nowhere.

"Where did this come from?" said Watson.

He turned around and saw John coming up.

Regardless of the silver knight screaming as he was pecked by the gray owl, Watson said in surprise: "John!"

When Mrs. Wick heard the sound, her hand trembled and the tea spilled onto the table.

She looked back and there stood John.

Without even bothering to wipe it, Mrs. Wick ran over.

A family of three is reunited.

...