I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Dumbledore smiled kindly and said in a relaxed tone: "Harry is the discoverer of this thing. Strictly speaking, he is the owner."

John scoffed, glanced at Harry who was still standing there, and said, "Tea? Pumpkin juice?"

"I think the one we had last time was pretty good," Dumbledore answered for Harry, winking. "It's just good to be pure, isn't it?"

"Greedy," John said.

The golden man struggled to open the wine cabinet and grunted as he took out a bottle of glowing golden wine.

It was also the first time that Harry had seen this kind of wine. After he sat down, he watched several golden men working together to hand the wine to John.

John snapped his fingers, and an exquisite and expensive goblet appeared in front of Harry.

John opened the bottle and the wine inside was clearly poured out halfway, but strangely it appeared in the glass.

"Thank you," Dumbledore calmly picked up the glass and took a sip, saying with emotion, "It's really delicious."

"Let's get down to business."

John glanced at Dumbledore, who was keeping a secret, and put his hand on his chin, saying lazily and nonchalantly: "You want to make a deal with me?"

"And what is the price...? Dumbledore?"

This scene seems full of incongruity.

An old man over 100 years old and a student who is still in school.

It turned out that the students seemed to dominate.

Dumbledore changed the subject and said with a smile: "I think you could open a bottle of wine for the owner. It shows your respect."

John frowned, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean?"

There was no respect in his words, and Dumbledore wasn't annoyed.

Acting no different from the usual kindly grandfather outside, Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Harry is the one you are negotiating business with."

Harry was stunned, when did he say he was coming to discuss business?

He looked up at Dumbledore and saw a look of trust behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses.

"Oh?" John said jokingly, "Okay then, let Harry and I talk, but you have to take out the chips first."

“Whether it’s trading or gambling, we always have to see if the chips are worthy of being on the table.”

Hearing this, Dumbledore motioned for Harry to show the thing.

Harry pulled out a gold locket from his clothes. The snake-shaped mark on it revealed the identity of the item.

"I still underestimated fate," John said with emotion, "You discovered this thing."

"It was Mundungus who tried to steal it." Harry shook his head.

"Mundungus," John said, uttering something incomprehensible, "let's start the trade."

John straightened up his lazy posture, and instantly an aggressive aura came towards Harry's face.

He said meaningfully: "State your conditions."

"Money? Fame? Status? Props? Potions? Or do you want to experience rejuvenation?"

He said the latter sentence to Dumbledore.

The background of being the second king allows him to easily offer conditions that ordinary people would never get in their lifetime.

Looking at Harry, John wantonly exuded the arrogance of a superior.

Harry couldn't even find a rebuttal to what a student as young as himself said.

Because he knew clearly that John was not exaggerating.

This locket is like a wishing machine at this moment.

The huge pressure made Harry's breathing rapid. Dumbledore whispered: "Harry, just follow your heart."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to have a magical power, which made Harry's breathing steady.

He thought back to Mrs. Weasley lying in her sickbed, with even the healers unable to help her.

He makes his own decisions.

...

Chapter 465: Trelawney's Nonsense

"I want you to treat Mrs. Weasley."

When Harry finished speaking, the only sound in the Star Club was the sound of mist rolling over the dome.

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

Even the potion master Snape shook his head and had to conduct research to find the answer. It was a very vicious curse.

And he just wanted to give it a try in front of this alchemist who even Slughorn could only cooperate with.

Harry didn't dare to look at Dumbledore's eyes. He felt that Dumbledore might be disappointed.

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

But he was still determined to do so. Mrs. Weasley treated him like her own son and made him feel like a mother.

He stared at John's expression, which changed from teasing at first, to surprise later, and then to anger.

anger?

Why be angry?

John suppressed his anger and turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

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

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

John was so angry that he laughed, "Really? In your opinion, I would use Percy's mother as a condition for a deal with others?"

The surprising anger made Harry feel a pressure that was enough to crush his bones.

"Don't look at me with your narrow eyes, Harry Potter!" John suppressed his anger and made the starlight in the dome disappear.

There was a rumble of thunder and terrifying blue lightning flashed between the clouds.

Dumbledore spoke, with a hint of smugness in his eyes, "Harry didn't mean that. He was just too concerned."

Harry felt the pressure disappear from his body. He didn't expect that his words would make John so angry.

"He never doubted your concern for your friends, John," Dumbledore said apologetically.

John closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes was gone.

The dome became clear again, and the golden little man who had been squatting under the table just now ran out, and turned back into a dreamy golden text.

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

Harry was relieved; he had been very nervous just now.

It was as if John would suddenly turn into a fire dragon and swallow him in one bite.

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

He wishfully believed that John's disgust with the Order of the Phoenix would prevent him from accepting any requests for help.

But in fact, apart from her identity as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley is also the mother of John Wick's friend.

John is a Slytherin, and he has all the qualities of a Slytherin.

As the kings of Slytherin, they are infinitely tolerant and indulgent towards their own people.

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

To them, there is only a difference between "them" and "outsiders".

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

They are Percy's dear mother and lovely sister.

This is what is meant by loving someone and loving his dog.

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

So what will he choose?

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

The Constellation Society was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, waiting for Harry's choice.

He needs to think carefully.

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

That had to be something John could give.

Sweat oozed from his palms and he wiped them on his pants again and again.

Harry's expression changed again and again, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"I want a powerful wand."

Harry was thinking about the need to give Dumbledore a wand, as his wand was taken by Grindelwald.

John's expressionless face finally changed when he heard this.

"Wand?"

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

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

Harry took the gold locket off his neck and placed it on the table.

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

John didn't take it immediately. The sound he made from his mouth across the table made Dumbledore's pupils shrink.

"Open."

It was a cold, hoarse voice.

Harry didn't notice; to him John was just talking normally.

The originally closed gold pendant box opened instantly, and a black gas diffused out, accompanied by a bewitching voice.

"close."

The box is closed.

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

Picking up the locket, John said calmly, "Transaction completed."

"As for that wand, I will give you one that is strong enough."

He snapped his fingers, and the cloud fell in the shape of an inverted tornado.

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

"Crystal wand core, made of elder wood."

"This is a wand that belongs to a warmongerer."

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

Harry took the wand and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the wand and said, "Thank you, Harry."

He took the wand, and as soon as he held it, Dumbledore could see that it was unusual.

This wand can amplify his magic.

"I think our deal is over," John said, dismissing them. "You two."

Dumbledore stood up suddenly and Harry followed behind him.

Just before leaving, John called Harry.