Flourish and Blott Bookstore delivered the textbooks required for school to John's home via owl mail.
As long as you are willing to pay several times the postage fee, Flourish and Blotts Books is willing to do it.
Basil has been very busy recently and needs to deliver letters to John everywhere.
The work of maintaining connections is still going on, and this is the one that interests him the most.
Sent by Horace Slughorn, former Slytherin Head of Hogwarts, Potions Professor, and Potions Master.
I met Alex through Damo, a pen pal to be precise.
As the former head of Slytherin, Slughorn was very interested in this Slytherin student.
They sometimes exchange letters, and in John's opinion, Slughorn is a person similar to himself.
They are all Slytherins and have accumulated connections.
The difference is that John uses this network to do many big things, while Slughorn enjoys the vanity that comes with using his network.
Those things obtained through connections can make Slughorn more satisfied.
John had been in contact with him for about two years. In addition to occasionally discussing things about potions, he would sometimes give away some items.
For example, honey wine, pineapple preserves and the like.
Slughorn also helped him a lot. He once gave him advice on the soul potion.
However, the latter opinion was not adopted by John, because John found a better one.
This contact was also because Slughorn learned about the blood curse paper from Dharma Alex.
"John, you surprise me. A child of your age can complete a thesis with a potion master like Damo Alex. He is one of the most talented students I have taught about blood magic potions. I can see that you played a big role in this.
You really amaze me more and more with your talent. It's a pity that I have retired. If I can teach students like you, I will be proud for the rest of my life. "
Slughorn was impressed by John's talent and regretted that he was no longer a professor. 33
As a professor with a collecting habit, Slughorn's favorite students are students with outstanding talents.
He has a good vision, and almost every student has achieved great results in their respective fields.
There are also some regrettable students.
Such as Lily Evans, a student that Slughorn liked very much.
But she was killed by another of his students. This incident was a memory he did not want in his life.
That student caused him far more harm than that. For the rest of his life, he felt that he had created this monster.
John received the letter, took out his quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote a letter.
He had questions for Slughorn, some involving more obscure taboos.
Basil was eating dried fish in his mouth. John took off the dried fish and replaced it with a letter.
"You know where to send it." After patting Basil's head, John opened the window.
Basil protested twice in dissatisfaction, not even finishing his small dried fish.
John glanced at the dried fish that Tom took the opportunity to eat, and said without changing his face: "When you come back, I will give you new ones."
Basil flew away and Riddle flew over.
He brought a letter from Tang Mi and a box.
"My lord, Mundungus stole something from somewhere and hopes to repay the debt."
John opened the box and found some exquisite silverware inside, some of which were magical props with magic attached.
One of the purple pajamas was opened by John and flew out from inside, trying to strangle John.
John's wardrobe opened, and a wizard's robe with a silver mask came out. He grabbed his purple pajamas and threw it to the ground.
"Where did he get it?"
John reached for a music box, the music coming from it was mind-numbing.
Closing it casually, John thought thoughtfully, he had seen this thing before.
"I forgot that Mundungus used to be a thief."
The purple pajamas over there had been subdued by John's wizard robe, twisted into a twist and thrown aside.
These are things from Blake's old house, and it seems they are difficult to guard against house thieves.
John twisted the music box and the sound came out that made Tom sleepy.
He chuckled and said, "It's not a bad idea."
He wrote to Tang Mi that the things Mundungus had stolen could offset some of the debt, but only a little.
With Mundungus's character, knowing that he can pay off his debts, he will definitely work harder.
He didn't say it clearly, even if Dumbledore used Legilimency, he wouldn't be able to read his traces.
This is a very critical thing.
"Look at the person you are looking for, Dumbledore, you are really old and confused."
A house thief became a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Is Dumbledore too confident?
After looking at Tom, the young dog was in good health and fell asleep.
Put the music box next to Tom. Since he likes it, let him use it as a toy.
As for the nightgown, John snapped his fingers, the crumpled nightgown flew into his hands, and he clapped his hands.
The magic circle appeared on the nightgown, and with a finger, the nightgown ran to the ceiling and stayed there.
John was not in the habit of wearing other people's clothes.
August 31st.
There is one day left before school starts.
John left home early and was at Johnny Silverhand's store.
Now everything here, except Tang Mi, is taken over by Kim Ledisley.
In the secret garden, John saw Kim.
He left Ilvermorny, his golden hair growing longer.
John stood on the side, the canvas was spread on the easel, and Jin held the brush and gestured there.
It was a sunflower field, a perfect picture.
Stopping writing, Jin stared blankly at the blank space, his thoughts drifting into the distance.
Suddenly, he put down his pen and stroked the painting with his fingers.
The still-dry paint became a mess under his fingers.
"I can't draw it," King said.
John said calmly: "Don't force yourself."
"I just," Jin smiled bitterly and rubbed his hair with a hand stained with paint in annoyance, causing messy colors on his golden hair, "I want to see you again."
"Everyone wants to see you again." John walked over and patted Jin on the shoulder. "Kim, please draw a picture for me."
Jin messed up his hair and silently removed the canvas and replaced it.
John stood there and glanced back to the left subconsciously.
He held "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" with a little force in his hand, and murmured: "Yes, who doesn't want to see it again."
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September 1st.
Hogwarts starts the season.
After leaving Knockturn Alley, John went to Gringotts.
Using Lestrange's identity, he re-entered the vault.
Griphook had a smile on his face as he walked him out.
Because Lestrange's coffers are full again.
To the goblins, it seemed that anything stored in Gringotts was as if it belonged to them.
John didn't care and used Apparate to King's Cross station.
He was walking in the station, and before entering Nine and Three Quarters, he saw a huge queue.
It's Harry and the others.
In order to protect Harry's safety, they traveled with a standard that even the Minister of Magic was probably not worthy of.
John just glanced at it and walked towards the wall.
Across the station, John emerges on platform nine and three-quarters.
"John."
Pansy wasn't with Malfoy, and her face showed displeasure.
Crabbe and Goyle looked away, rubbing their left arms with their right hands from time to time.
John walked over and glanced at the two big men, "Where's Draco?"
Pansy said unhappily: "He's showing off that he's a prefect."
"It's his character," John shrugged, glanced at the two big men who tried to minimize their presence, and said, "Goyle, Crabbe, follow me."
Without allowing the two people to question, John directly ordered the two people.
Pansy looked gloating as they entered the train.
John walked in front, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away.
The Slytherins greeted John respectfully.
The other three hospitals were also a little embarrassed and did not dare to face John face to face.
Walking to the unoccupied carriage, John took the lead and sat in.
Crabbe and Goyle turned around and wanted to leave, but were pushed in by Pansy from behind.
John snapped his fingers and the carriage door slammed shut.
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Some people died, but not completely...
