A powerful bodyguard was sent to Johnny Silverhand's store in Knockturn Alley. Mundungus didn't know the identity of the airborne Donmy Shelby, but judging from his respectful attitude towards Johnny Silverhand From the looks of it, he might be a confidant.
This made Mundungos, who was originally a little arrogant and complacent, suddenly poured cold water on him. He thought he was the indispensable one.
Now it seems that he is just a ponyboy of Mr. Johnny, and for some reason, he feels afraid of this Shelby.
It was as if he was stealing something and was being targeted by a passing Auror.
With such a guy under surveillance, he had to stay alert.
It's so bad.
As a new employee, Donmie Shelby's salary is 100 Galleons per month, plus John will supply him with wolfsbane potion every month.
He also met a lot of werewolves during his year of wandering. John decided to wait until the store was bigger and let Tang Mi recruit other werewolves.
If you can hang out with former Aurors, your character will not be too bad. John knows this very well.
Johnny Silverhand's shop opened a few days ago. Although the business is not very good, it is not a problem to earn 200 galleons a day.
When more people know about this place over time, this business will only get bigger and bigger.
Especially after the first-level Damo Alex Medal is issued, the reputation of his wolfsbane potion will be spread and more werewolves will buy it.
An ordinary wolfsbane potion costs 30 galleons, and it allows you to suppress your bloodlust when you turn into a werewolf.
Fine Wolfsbane Potion costs 80 galleons, and allows you to recognize your loved ones and stay in one place when you turn into a werewolf.
The top-level Wolfsbane potion sells for 150 Galleons. Why can't you use magic if you just change into a different appearance? Your consciousness still belongs to you.
The three wolfsbane potions not only meet the minimum needs of werewolves, but also can help werewolves get rid of the status quo of being discriminated against.
The top-level ones are the most time-consuming, and it is very troublesome to refine them so that they can be completely preserved as they were before the transformation.
This was the one John provided to Shelby and made Shelby willing to die for him.
...
The start of school is getting closer.
Harry living at the Burrow made John a loner.
Now he is not only counting the golden Galleons but also giving away the golden Galleons.
There is never enough money to spend, and alchemy is too expensive.
But it went very well. He carved a second rune into Ironwick's sword and made a magic circuit for Ironwick.
As long as the circuit is activated, the magic on the sword can be used without using John's magic.
Of course, the magic generated by these circuits takes time to re-accumulate after it is released, so it is of little use except to deal with emergencies.
John was practicing magic that day, but the transfiguration technique had never been upgraded, which gave John the urge to use any point to ascend.
"Should I read more books on transfiguration?"
He had been craving for the dragon form for a long time, and it was estimated that it wouldn't be possible until level four, so he had no choice but to put it down first.
"Someone broke in?"
John frowned. He had set up sensory magic props in the basement, which would give him an early warning if someone broke in.
Pointing the wand at a corner of the basement, John said coldly: "Do you think I can't find you?"
A pair of protruding green eyes were as big as tennis balls, and two bat-like ears drooped back.
John took action decisively, and used a transformation spell to turn the desk in the corner into a strip of cloth to wrap up whatever appeared.
"House elf?"
After it was done, John was stunned.
"Ah!" screamed the house elf, "Dobby comes to meet John Wick, a friend of Harry Potter."
Dobby tried to break free, but the strip of cloth wrapped tightly around him, making his screams mute.
"Dobby? The house elf?"
John remembered Harry's complaint and said in a deep voice, "Who sent you here? Do you want to know Harry's whereabouts through me?"
"No, no, Dobby wants John Wick to protect Harry Potter."
After saying this, Dobby realized that he had almost said something bad about his master. He wanted to punish himself, but he was tied tightly.
He had to bang the back of his head against the wall and cursed to himself: "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"
"Stop!"
John had a headache, so he had to control the cloth and tie up Dobby's head.
Without putting down the wand in his hand, John approached Dobby, his face became solemn, and asked: "You said Harry would be in danger, why did you know?"
When he asked this question, John saw fear on Dobby's face, wanting to harm himself but unable to do so.
He had a headache. These house elves were overreacting, so he had to change his question: "What danger do you mean?"
"Conspiracy, a dangerous and terrible conspiracy, the most terrifying things will happen in Hogwarts!"
Dobby screamed, and John lifted the spell, causing Dobby to fall to the ground with a thud.
"Then why did you ask me to protect Harry again?" John lowered his wand and stared closely at the house elf who broke into the house.
Dobby sniffled and said, "Dobby heard that John Wick was a powerful wizard and he protected Harry Potter."
"Uh... I admit that I did it to protect Harry. A powerful wizard is going too far."
The corner of John's mouth twitched slightly. Who spread this rumor? He was just a rookie with level three magic power.
Glancing at Dobby, he said helplessly: "If you really want to protect Harry, you should tell me the name of the master of the conspiracy."
As long as there was a name and something to do with Harry as the savior, John could write to Dumbledore.
With the White Devil around, he didn't believe anyone could hurt Harry.
"Dobby can't say, bad Dobby, bad Dobby!"
Dobby started mutilating himself again, and John had to tie him up again.
He couldn't completely believe Dobby's words. If Harry was really in danger, he would help him.
"I will investigate this conspiracy, assuming it is true."
Dobby was extremely grateful and John waved his hand.
At the same time his eyes fell on Dobby, who looked pathetic and comical in his old pillowcase.
"I have some old clothes. If you don't like them, you can wear them."
John's words made Dobby scream, "Dobby is so grateful to John Wick. He is as worthy of respect as Harry Potter. House elves can only be free when their master gives them clothes to wear."
He couldn't accept John's kindness, but he raised John to the same height as the savior Harry, well, maybe a little shorter.
Dobby snapped his fingers and disappeared with a pop.
"Ability to cast spells without a wand."
Staring at where Dobby left off, where John had cast the spell and Dobby was moving in and out freely.
It seems that the protection mechanism I have set up is not enough.
He decided to make more looking glasses to prevent something like this from happening.
Time passed by, and when Johnny Silverhand's shop stabilized, it was time for John to go to school.
September 1st.
Watson entered King's Cross Station early with his children, and this time he deliberately hit the nine and three-quarter platform pillar.
The result is also obvious, he is not a wizard.
At least before he got a big bump on his head, he thought that maybe Hogwarts had just forgotten to send notices when he was a child.
Mrs. Wick was entertaining customers at the beauty shop, and John had to watch his father hit the wall with disgust.
"Okay dad, it's time for me to leave."
After hitting the wall, Watson looked back depressed and had to watch his son leave. He rubbed the big bump on his head, and then...
Bang!
"oops!"
"Ouch!"
Watson was stunned by the two screams, and the two little wizards looked at the impenetrable wall in confusion. They were dumbfounded.
Harry wondered: "Why can't you get through?"
"I don't know, but we're going to miss the train."
Ron didn't know, but time waited for no one.
They were extremely anxious because the passage was closed and they could not pass, which also meant that they could not take the train to Hogwarts.
Suddenly, Ron thought of an idea.
"Car, we can drive to Hogwarts!"
He thought about his flying car. Harry was still worried, but he thought that the worst would be if he was expelled from Hogwarts late.
The two did what they said, and when they found the Weasley family's Flying Car and were about to start it, they put a hand on the window.
"Hey, I thought you guys needed help."
Harry and Ron stared blankly at the man wearing a hat who appeared.
Watson Wick showed a confident smile, "Uncle, I am nicknamed the God of Cars at Canary Wharf."
