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Lucius also stated his purpose at this time. He said with a smile: "I hope my child can have the honor of becoming the godson of Lord Johnny Silverhand."

"what?"

If the mask was removed, the Malfoys would definitely see the surprise on John's face.

Draco's godfather? Me?

John's head was buzzing, you have such a bold idea.

Draco and I are classmates. If you do this, won't we be separated in the future?

I call you Draco and you call me Godfather?

At the same time, John also understood what Lucius meant, and he wanted to further consolidate the relationship between the two families.

After all, just being a friend is not enough to reassure the Malfoy family.

Compared to a friend, the Godfather seems closer.

"I understand your desire to take things further with me, Lucius."

John said in a deep voice: "But this is a little inappropriate."

Lucius was surprised. He didn't expect John to refuse.

Draco's heart sank. His father told him that this important person concerned the future of the Malfoy family.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, Draco is a good boy."

"I know Lucius, I know better than you."

After John said this, he silently added in his heart that they had been classmates for two years after all.

Lucius was a little puzzled as to why Johnny Silverhand knew that he knew Draco.

Not to mention him, even Draco was a little confused.

Fortunately, John added: "I see the desire for self-improvement in this child's eyes, Lucius. You are destroying a child. This is a rare quality, like a pearl in the dust."

The quality of self-reliance?

Lucius looked at his son carefully. His son had this thing?

Chapter 105 Black Dog and Tom

After taking a closer look, Lucius really couldn't tell.

John continued, "He will become a powerful wizard. He won't need to rely on his father, but only on himself. His achievements will make you proud."

Anyway, it doesn't cost anything to say a few nice words, John said forcefully.

His voice was low and a little hoarse, like that of a wandering bard from ancient times.

"He has someone to pursue. That person will change everything. He is like a star in the sky, illuminating the entire wizarding world."

Draco was disturbed by these words, and John's figure appeared in his mind.

Johnny Silverhand seemed to be able to see through everything. He stared at Draco and asked meaningfully: "Kid, do you choose to follow that person, or spend your life under the protection of others?"

Draco struggled, but finally he said with a firm expression, "I'm sorry, Sir Johnny Silverhand, I have someone I need to follow. Even though he is not as powerful as you, he is someone worth following."

"Draco?"

Lucius' eyes widened; he felt something was wrong with Draco.

John raised his hand to stop Lucius from saying the next word. He stood up and walked to Draco, saying mysteriously, "I look forward to it."

The strong pressure made Draco take a deep breath. He nodded seriously and said, "This day will come."

John nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that he didn't need to accept this godson.

In order to prevent Lucius from continuing to cause trouble, John took out a few letters.

"These are the letters that the pure-blood families will send to Hogwarts. You will be back as a Hogwarts governor before Christmas this year."

These words cheered up Lucius. As long as he returned to the position of school director, he would still be the ancient Malfoy family.

"But, there is one condition."

John's deep eyes met Lucius's and he said calmly, "You can't get too involved in the management of Hogwarts. This school director is just a title."

Lucius's face darkened. This was not what he expected.

"You need to know satisfaction. You know the person you have angered is known as the most powerful headmaster in the history of Hogwarts."

John scolded, "You should know that even the You-Know-Who wouldn't want to be his enemy."

These words made Lucius' heart tighten. His thoughts seemed to be full of loopholes in front of this person.

Dumbledore's low profile over the years has made people forget that he was a man who once fought against two generations of Dark Lords.

There can be two Dark Lords, but only one White Lord.

Lucius suppressed his dissatisfaction. He knew that Malfoy needed to keep a low profile from now on.

Lucius took Draco away, and John remained mysterious, falling into deep thought after they left.

"From Lucius's attitude, it seems that he is unaware of Voldemort's current situation."

As a former Death Eater, if Voldemort had not been so weak, he would not have dared to summon his Death Eaters.

That was good news, John didn't remember what happened in third grade.

If Voldemort does something during this period of time, I won’t be able to anticipate him.

"Whatever. Harry will stop us if we have to fight, and Dumbledore will stop us if we have to fight."

John pushed these questions aside.

Casting an Disillusionment Charm on himself, he left Johnny Silverhand's store.

Walking to a deserted corner, John used Apparition to return home.

He was becoming more and more proficient at Apparition, and his daily trips to and from Knockturn Alley had increased his proficiency significantly. He would probably be able to reach level 3 in no time.

After walking out of the basement, John searched the house for a while but couldn't find Tom.

"Basil, where's Tom?"

Basil was sleeping in his own special seat with his eyes closed. When he heard the question, he looked out the window.

John walked over and saw that the short-legged dog was his own dog, and next to it was a big black stray dog ​​he had met once before.

"I was jealous last time, but we played together today."

He watched speechlessly as his short-legged dog was completely beaten by the black dog's long legs. The two dogs became very close.

"Is it because it's a male dog?"

John stroked his chin and moved his gaze to the big black dog.

He remembered that Tom was a female. Could it be that she had grown up and it was time for her to find a dog?

"Well, Tom, there's no chance of you having it, just the size. I mean the size of the legs."

Looking at the vastly different sizes of the two dogs, John was not optimistic about this marriage.

I thought sadly, “Is this the sadistic love story between a long-legged handsome dog wandering the streets and a small dog in the inner boudoir at home?”

In that case, let them take care of it for a few days.

Anyway, he will be going to school soon, and by then Tom will quickly forget about the distance.

Shaking his head, John ignored the two dogs.

...

Sirius is hiding in Privet Drive, evading the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors.

He was sure, he was absolutely certain the day he saw the newspaper.

The coward didn't die, he went into hiding.

He hid in fear for 12 years and turned into a mouse and was fostered by a family.

He was angry, resentful, and excited, and he wanted to eat the mouse.

There were four plunderers at the beginning, and three of them helped each other become Animagus. Unexpectedly, the other party turned against them and betrayed everyone.

"Wang Wang."

The big black dog had a complex and deep expression on its face, which Tom couldn't quite understand. It wagged its tail and turned around in circles.

When Sirius saw it, he recalled the taste of the dried fish he had eaten.

After spending 12 years in Azkaban, he swam across the sea to Harry's side after being released.

Besides eating garbage, he also ate small insects and the like to fill his stomach on the road.

Things like dried fish were simply the most delicious things he had ever eaten in the past 12 years.

With saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, the heir of the once richest Black family actually looked so embarrassed.

When Tom saw his saliva, he knew that he was hungry and immediately ran back on his short legs.

After a while, a large bag of dog food was dragged out by Tom.

Although it was not as good as dried fish, it still made Sirius' eyes light up.

The dog food was pushed over and scattered. Sirius lowered his head to eat it and actually ate jerky!

“And the steaks are just so good!”

He was eating with such relish that he almost shed tears.

...

Watching his dog eating and taking things, John imagined that a family's daughter was keeping a gigolo outside and was spending all kinds of money on him.

"Good fellow, I didn't expect you to be such a dog."

John stared at the big black dog outside and wondered whether he should castrate it to prevent it from harming other people's dogs.

"Could this be the dog's Yanzu?"

After thinking about it for a while, John stopped thinking about it.

But now he has an additional task every day, which is to observe Tom in the attic as he brings food and drinks to the big black dog. The look on his face that doesn't ask for money makes him feel very disappointed.

John stepped on the book that was biting towards him, bent down and picked up "The Monster Book of Monsters". He ran his fingers across the spine, making the book make a refreshing sound and the whole book softened.

"Hagrid chose this textbook. Are you sure there won't be any bites?"

John stared at the book, and Hagrid wrote to him for help, wanting to experience the teaching materials in advance.

What John didn't expect was that Dumbledore would let Hagrid take over the position of Professor of Magical Zoology.

Since knowing that Voldemort was the mastermind behind what happened fifty years ago, Hagrid was cleared of all charges and could finally start a new life.

"Justice may be late, but it is never absent, but is justice that is late still called justice?"

Fifty years, how many fifty years does a person have?

Not everyone is Nicolas Flamel. Hagrid was unjustly expelled. As time went by, if Dumbledore had not protected him, he would have been sucked dry by the Dementors.

Fortunately, Hagrid was passionate and he continued to work with his favorite magical creatures for fifty years.

I guess Dumbledore knew this too, and gave Hagrid compensation.

Hagrid, who had never been a professor, thought of John first. As an assistant in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he felt that John must be very experienced.

Looking at the teaching courses listed by Hagrid for him, he shook his head speechlessly.

"Forget about exploding skrewts and the like, but why can't we put something nice-looking?"

John had a toothache. To Hagrid, all magical animals were very cute and beautiful, but this was not the case for students.

At least things like the Blast-Ended Skrewts were not cute at all, so John had to rush to revise the list of magical creatures for Hagrid.

After finishing everything, he looked up a little tiredly.

Then I saw a huge balloon flying in the sky.