A strange question began to circulate in Knockturn Alley.
"Do you know that thing?"
Someone wanted to find the source, but this sentence seemed to appear out of thin air.
There's only one week left before school starts.
Weird rumors spread like viruses.
It has almost become a greeting.
"With this kind of publicity, won't something happen?" Tang Mi put away the candy gift box he was going to give to Oz and asked doubtfully, "More and more people are paying attention to this matter."
"No," John sat on a comfortable chair and adjusted the angle of the chair's back. "That thing is essentially a contract."
Finding a comfortable angle, John leaned in and made a soft sound of comfort.
"Except for the effects inside, it's not a wishing device at all. If it is, it's just my wish."
John chuckled lightly, and Jin rubbed his sore hands, speechless at the hands-off shopkeeper.
Kim took over the office position during John's absence.
John simply left the work to Jin with peace of mind on the grounds that he would continue to be familiar with it.
Now Jin and Tang Mi are in charge of the outside and the inside.
John felt much more relaxed.
Tang Mi was a little worried about the Holy Grail, which was something that could rejuvenate people and make them immortal.
As a refiner, John knew clearly that the effects that that thing could bring were not as exaggerated as the rumors.
Rejuvenation and immortality are indeed possible.
But more can't be done.
The essence of the Holy Grail is a carrier that carries the power of the contract between the Gate of Things and the God of Death.
This is also the reason why John chose Hufflepuff for the Gold Cup.
The elixir formed by magic and the Philosopher's Stone can nourish the souls in the contract.
"What we need to worry about now is when we can get that thing from the Order of the Phoenix."
John closed his eyes and thought.
Mundungus, a thief in the family, was a bit inefficient in stealing things. It had been so long, and although the things he had taken were valuable, none of them were Horcruxes.
Raising his eyes slightly, John saw a black long-eared owl flying over outside the window.
Riddle sat on the table and handed a letter to John.
After opening it and taking a look, John sat up straight.
"What's wrong?" Tang Mi noticed this scene.
"I underestimated you, Dumbledore."
John was twisting the parchment in his hand, his expression uncertain.
"I thought you would be embarrassed after losing the position of principal, but I didn't expect that you successfully persuaded Slughorn to let you return to Hogwarts."
Dumbledore was allowed to return to Hogwarts Castle to enjoy his final years.
Slughorn was a cautious man, and Voldemort was away, so he not only applied for Auror security from the Ministry of Magic, but also allowed the greatest wizard of this century to stay in school.
Knowing that when dealing with Slughorn's cautious character, Dumbledore was not lacking in wisdom.
"To protect Harry?" John rubbed the rough paper with an uncertain expression.
"Sir?" Tang Mi asked, "Do you need to intervene?"
If John wants, he can propose it to Old Barty.
Shaking his head, John wasn't going to do that.
"Let him stay. Whether it is to check my influence or protect Harry, he can play some role in Hogwarts."
John's expression calmed down and he lit the letter on fire until it turned into ashes and floated away.
"My new principal still has a lot to deal with, and I hope he can sort it out soon."
Being jointly invited back by the four deans gave Slughorn enough face.
John stayed out of Slughorn's decisions.
He wants to make sure that he can live a stable life in the next two years.
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"30 galleons for one use."
The drunk man who was missing one of his shoes had a pipe in his mouth, holding a wine bottle with his head hanging down and belching, saying, "Settlement is settled at once, no credit will be given."
In front of him was his missing shoe, a leather shoe with a sour hard heel.
The bag containing Galleons was thrown in front of him, and the alcoholic wizard suddenly beamed.
Looking up, the face of the man shrouded in a black cloak could not be seen clearly.
The voice was indistinct and could not be distinguished from the male or female, "London."
The drunken wizard nodded, and the man in black cloak walked over and stood in front of the leather shoes.
This is a door key channel that is not regulated by any country. It is expensive and is a smuggling channel.
Grasping the laces of the leather shoes, the man in black cloak disappeared.
The drunken wizard opened his money bag, and the golden coins inside made him smile from ear to ear.
Outside a suburb of London.
The man in black cloak appears.
She looked into the distance, and her body exploded and disappeared.
The Blind Pig Bar appears at the junction of Knockturn Alley and Diagonal.
A gust of wind blew, and a corner of the black cloak was lifted, revealing horrific burns on the skin.
Opening the door and going in, Blind Pig Bar didn't care about the attire of the visitor.
The waiter came over and was about to ask, when the man in black cloak walked straight to the inner compartment of the bar.
The bar was filled with blurry and dreamy lights and bubbles, but sitting in the inner floor was a dignified lady who was out of tune with her surroundings.
The noble lady looked around with a look of searching and waiting.
Suddenly, the compartment door was opened.
Then a curved wand was pressed against the noblewoman's neck like a sharp claw.
The door slowly closed, and the sounds outside were instantly isolated.
"Bella," the lady was forced to raise her head, "you shouldn't do this to me."
"Your husband, your son, they all betrayed their master."
The voice was hoarse and unfemale, and the madness was firmly suppressed, revealing a pair of hateful and crazy eyes.
"Sissy, tell me, how should I get revenge?"
Narcissa's heart skipped a beat when she heard the word revenge.
She pretended to be calm and said coldly: "That's them. I have never betrayed the Dark Lord."
"Really?" Bellatrix seemed to want to see through her good sister.
Narcissa looked at him without giving in and said arrogantly: "None of the things I did for him was a failure."
The sharp wand around his neck slowly moved away.
Bellatrix straightened up and slowly pulled off her hood, revealing a terrifying face.
One-third of the skin on her face was driven into wooden nails. She looked at her sister as if she was afraid that her sister would deceive her.
"Sissy, I know you won't betray us."
Bellatrix was as sensitive as a child, hugging her sister tightly.
There was hatred in her voice, "Rodolphus, that damn bastard, he betrayed his master in the end, he should be glad that he is dead."
The extremely spiteful voice sounded as if the person speaking was not her husband.
That was the marriage between Black and Lestrange, and Bellatrix had never had any feelings for that husband.
Narcissa's body froze, and she slowly placed her hands on the back with burnt skin.
Unbearable flashed in her eyes, and she asked, "How did you survive?"
Reaching out to touch the nail on her face, Narcissa couldn't even believe that it was her sister.
Although crazy, Bellatrix was once a beauty, not the monster she is now.
"Resentment is the driving force for my survival." Bellatrix seemed to be immersed in a gentle land.
She leaned against her sister and talked about this time.
Voldemort used a very ancient form of dark magic to treat Bellatrix, albeit keeping the person alive.
But he also became less and less human.
Voldemort went to liquidate those traitors.
Voldemort, whose soul has returned, seems to have regained his IQ, hibernating, and contacting those dark creatures. 33
Originally, the Malfoy family was under liquidation.
But Narcissa used the flying cicada that belonged to the Black sisters to send a message, which made Voldemort change his mind.
Probably remembering Narcissa's previous contribution to instigating a rebellion against the house elf in Black's old house, he gave her a chance.
"Oh, my Sissy, my sister, you won't betray us, will you?"
The pitiful little Bellatrix caressed Narcissa's face.
"Bella," Narcissa said, "I have something to tell the Dark Lord."
"About that thing hidden in Hogwarts." Narcissa didn't finish.
Bellatrix's expression changed, and she put the sharp wand against Narcissa's neck.
Bellatrix seemed to be crazy, half crying and half laughing: "Sissy, you must do something to make me believe you."
"What do you want to do?" Narcissa curled her fingers around a wand under the table.
Bellatrix said frantically: "I have a mission, and you will definitely help me, right, Sissy?"
The sharp tip of the staff stung Narcissa's skin, and her heart sank.
Because her hand holding the wand was wrapped around a cold, slender green snake.
Narcissa had no choice now.
She slowly released her wand, nodded and said, "I'll help you."
Bellatrix was back to her pitiful self.
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Some people died, but not completely...
