Tang Mi took out two Galleons and put them on the table, and said to the waiter: "Money is a good thing."
The waiter grinned. Tang Mi did not leave the bar, but stood up and pushed open an oak door in the bar.
There were smoke of various colors floating inside, and the bubbles burst one by one and turned into colorful mist.
Loud music, various wizards.
Some drank heavily, while others had a sip.
Others were arguing there with red faces.
The bartender wiped the wine glass in his hand and glanced at Tang Mi. Different from the clean dust outside, this place was simply another place.
Tang Mi played with a gold coin in his hand and flicked it to the bartender.
The bartender shrugged and stepped aside.
Tang Mi picked up the silver spoon and tapped the crystal cup on the table.
"Ding ding ding."
The loud music stopped instantly and everyone looked over.
Tang Mi glanced over and showed a bright smile. He held a magic wand in his hand and waved at the wanted posters posted on the huge blackboard behind him.
I saw that the original amount had doubled after waving the magic wand.
Slowly turning around, Tang Mi stared at the greedy eyes and shouted loudly: "Go and make money!"
The bar erupted with a loud noise, and one explosion after another carried away the wizard.
They are all outlaws, licking blood at the tip of the knife.
What kind of money are you afraid to make?
A Death Eater could make them a fortune.
They are like hungry wolves, searching for the smell of money.
Only Johnny Silverhand, the king of Knockturn Alley, could let them hide in the darkness.
...
Dumbledore's expression changed several times, even knowing that John was in front of him.
Letters from the owl kept flying in.
The Gringotts explosion.
The captured Amycus.
Death Eaters.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
Voldemort.
News appeared one after another in the principal's office, and Dumbledore couldn't help but be shocked.
He looked up at John. All this seemed to be done by the student in front of him.
"John?"
Dumbledore had a complicated expression, "What on earth did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," John held the time turner and wrapped the golden chain around his finger. "I have only been doing one thing."
John looked at Dumbledore calmly, seeing many emotions on that always kind face.
"You take it for granted, Dumbledore."
He said to himself, "You take it for granted that all sacrifices are deserved."
"You asked Hagrid to go find the giant. You forgot that he is not you and does not have magic like you."
"You are the embodiment of justice, so just that you don't even bother with despicable means."
"But you forget, not everyone is Dumbledore, they are just ordinary people."
John stood up and said calmly, "Death Eaters will plot, and so will I. They will seek revenge, and so will I."
“A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye.”
John grinned, "That's what I've always done, Professor."
Dumbledore stared blankly at John, who put the Time-Turner away.
He saluted Dumbledore, smiled and said, "I hope you won't stop me."
He left the principal's office.
The bomb he planted inside the Lestrange vault exploded.
But unfortunately, it didn't hit Voldemort as he thought.
Tang Mi told the whole story, which made John secretly sigh at his mistake.
He didn't expect that Bellacritus would touch it. He deliberately set the explosion method to move the gold cup, just to blow up Voldemort.
It seems that Bellatrix also knows about the golden cup, otherwise she would not touch it.
That's right. The gold cup was originally stored in the Lestrange vault. As a person from Lestrange, Bellatrix knew that it was not a strange thing.
"You haven't received this gift, Tom, so wait for the next one."
John tsked, it was a good thing that Bellatrix was crippled by the blast.
Pierce took the credit this time.
The Daily Prophet appeared in the auditorium early the next morning.
Everyone was full of praise for the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.
Last time, he said that the Ministry of Magic was just lucky enough to catch Ron, who was escaping from the Death Eaters, and was slapped in the face.
Not long after this, the second fugitive was captured.
And because of this big explosion, a Death Eater died.
For the three little ones who know about the Order of the Phoenix and Voldemort, there is simply no better news than this.
"It's best that all Death Eaters die." Ron muttered.
Harry was driven crazy by Snape's invasion of his brain every week, and he looked haggard.
Snape's tutoring method was terrible, he forced his way into his brain and made Harry resist.
He felt like he wasn't getting better, on the contrary, he was getting worse.
Especially last night, he was almost sent to the school hospital.
He could feel the anger about Voldemort, as if someone had robbed him of his most precious treasure.
After seeing the newspaper, he immediately knew why Voldemort was so angry.
At the same time, he also discovered something about Johnny Silverhand's security team. He couldn't help but be surprised: "It's Johnny Silverhand's people again."
Ever since Barty Sr. became Minister for Magic, Johnny Silverhand's help could often be seen in the newspapers.
The Ministry of Magic's ambiguous relationship with Dumbledore must have something to do with Johnny Silverhand.
There is a possibility.
Harry thought Old Barty might be taking orders from Johnny Silverhand.
Johnny Silverhand's dissatisfaction with Dumbledore is probably because of the title of Second King.
He didn't say it because Hermione would say he was crazy.
He brought up his training with Snape.
Hermione knew about Harry and Snape's training and said, "Maybe it's a bit like being sick, like a cold. It needs to get worse before it gets better."
"Snape's tutoring made it worse," Harry said firmly. "It hurts so bad, and I hate that corridor."
He could see that corridor and that door almost every time he dreamed.
"This is no joke!" Hermione snapped. "Dumbledore just doesn't want you to dream about that corridor, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Snape to teach you Occlumency. You need to work harder."
"I tried my best!" Harry was very annoyed. "You should give it a try. Snape wants to get into your head. This is not something to be happy about."
"Maybe..." Ron started.
Hermione glared at him angrily, indicating that she had to fart quickly.
Ron started his conspiracy theory, "Maybe it's not Harry's fault that he can't close his brain."
Hermione's heart tightened, "What do you mean?"
"Maybe Snape doesn't really want to help Harry." Ron said meaningfully, "Maybe he actually wants to open Harry's head wider and let the mysterious man..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Hermione was angry, "How many times have you doubted Snape, and which one was right?"
She felt that Ron's suspicions were unfounded every time, especially now that Snape had joined the Order and worked for Dumbledore.
"He's a former Death Eater," Ron said very stubbornly. "We've never seen evidence of his transformation."
Hermione felt powerless, what kind of stupid son was this.
She said: "If you don't trust Snape, then who can you trust?"
"Dumbledore..."
"Dumbledore asked Harry and Snape to study." Hermione interrupted Ron's second wise speech.
Harry's expression was gloomy, and he looked at the Slytherin table with hidden eyes.
Malfoy was eating when he suddenly felt something in his heart. He felt Potter's gaze and immediately raised his head and glared at him.
Harry paused. He was looking at John. What did Malfoy have to do with it?
Malfoy thought it was a provocation.
If he hadn't heard anything specific, he would have killed him directly.
Harry had no choice but to look away, Ron and Hermione's words echoing in his mind.
Snape said that besides him, John was the only one who could use Occlumency.
And that time, when John entered the potions office, Snape looked nervous.
Why was Snape afraid that he would come into contact with John?
...
With so much to worry about and things to do, fifth grade also has a staggering amount of homework that keeps students up late at night.
Harry felt even more exhausted physically and mentally during the gatherings and regular tutoring sessions with Snape.
Valentine's Day is coming.
Harry was still alone this year, and he could only watch as Cho Chang and Cedric arranged to go on a date at the teahouse.
He felt like he shouldn't be here, but under the car.
"Maybe Hermione is right, I should find someone else I like." He muttered.
Walking down the corridor, he spotted Ginny, who was about to say hello.
Quidditch teammate Michael Corner came over to say hello to Ginny, and the two acted intimately, like boyfriend and girlfriend.
Harry didn't know what he was feeling, he felt a little inexplicably upset.
Is he the only single person in Hogwarts?
...
Some people died, but not completely...
