"I want you to heal Mrs. Weasley."
After Harry finished speaking, the only sound left in the Star Club was the sound of clouds rolling through the dome.
He looked at John nervously. Mrs. Weasley's poison was very difficult to cure.
Even Potions Master Snape shook his head and conducted research to find the answer. It was a very vicious curse.
And he just wanted to try it, in front of this alchemist who even Slughorn could only cooperate with.
Harry didn't dare to look into Dumbledore's eyes, he thought Dumbledore might be disappointed.
Because I didn't take advantage of this opportunity to do something greater.
But he was still determined to do so. That Mrs. Weasley treated him like her own son and gave him the feeling of a mother.
He stared at John with an expression that changed from joking at the beginning, to surprise later, and then to anger.
anger?
Why be angry?
John suppressed his anger and looked sideways at Dumbledore.
"Is this what you mean, Dumbledore?" John looked at the two people opposite him coldly, "Are you trying to humiliate me?"
"No! I just want to save Mrs. Weasley..." Harry explained in a panic. He didn't understand. Was John unable or didn't want to?
John laughed angrily at him, "Really? So in your opinion, I would use Percy's mother as a condition for trading with others?"
The unexpected anger made Harry feel a bone-crushing pressure.
"Don't look at me with your narrow eyes, Harry Potter!" John suppressed his angry words and made the stars in the dome disappear.
There was a rumble of thunder, and terrifying blue thunder and lightning flashed between the clouds and mist.
Dumbledore spoke, with a hint of joy in his eyes, "Harry didn't mean that, he was just concerned and confused."
Harry felt the pressure on his body disappear. He didn't expect that his words would make John so angry.
"He never doubted your concern for your friends, John," Dumbledore said apologetically.
John closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes disappeared.
The dome turned clear again, and the little golden man who had been squatting under the table when the apocalypse was coming just now ran out and turned back into dreamlike golden words.
"I don't want to say it a second time." John said unhappily, "If you still want to continue trading."
Harry felt like he was being pardoned. He had been very nervous just now.
It was like John would suddenly turn into a fire dragon and swallow himself in one bite.
At the same time, Harry knew he had made a mistake.
He wishfully believed that John's boredom with the Order would prevent John from accepting any help.
But in fact, apart from her role in the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley is also the mother of John Wick's friend.
John is a Slytherin, he has all the qualities of a Slytherin.
As the kings of Slytherin, they have unlimited tolerance and indulgence towards their own people.
The Star Society protects Ginny at the Ministry of Magic, and Malfoy will stand up for Ginny.
For them, there is only the difference between 'a group' and 'outsiders'.
Harry was the outsider, but Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were not.
They are Percy's dear mother and lovely sister.
The so-called love house and bird should be like this.
Now that he had received John's promise that he would treat Mrs. Weasley, Harry felt relieved.
So what will he choose?
Harry's mind was racing and he looked at Dumbledore. The kind old man did not urge him.
The Stars Society is waiting for Harry's choice.
He needs to think carefully.
What does he, or the Order of the Phoenix, want most right now?
That had to be what John could give.
My palms were sweaty and I wiped them on my pants again and again.
Harry's expression changed again and again, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
"I want a powerful wand."
What Harry thinks about is the need to give Dumbledore a wand, which was taken away by Grindelwald.
John's expressionless face finally changed after hearing this.
"Wand?"
He chuckled, "I can agree to your deal."
Leaning back in the chair and placing the cross on his lap, John said calmly: "It's your turn to pay the price."
Harry took off the gold locket from his neck and placed it on the table.
"Please allow me to do some basic checks before completing the transaction."
John didn't take it immediately. The sound he made from across the table made Dumbledore's pupils shrink.
"Open."
It was a cold, hoarse voice.
Harry didn't hear it; to him John was speaking normally.
The originally closed gold locket opened instantly, and a black air filled the air, accompanied by a bewitching voice.
"close."
The box is closed.
Moved from in front of Harry to in front of John.
Picking up the locket, John said without changing his expression: "The transaction is completed."
"As for that wand, I will give you one that is powerful enough."
He snapped his fingers, and the clouds fell in the shape of an upside-down tornado.
After they dispersed, a black wand appeared lying on a velvet cushion.
"Crystal wand core, made of elder wood."
"This is a wand for a warmonger."
John picked up the wand, waved it gently and handed it to Harry, saying meaningfully: "Use it well."
Harry took the wand and handed it to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked at his wand and said, "Thank you, Harry."
He took the wand, and as soon as he got it, Dumbledore could see that this wand was unusual.
This wand amplifies his magic.
"I think our deal is over," John ordered, "Both of you."
Dumbledore stood up quickly, and Harry followed behind Dumbledore.
As he was about to leave, John called to Harry.
"Take this away, Harry."
The emerald crystal potion was placed on the table. John rubbed the golden locket with his fingers and said, "Say hello to Mrs. Weasley for me."
Harry glanced at Dumbledore and quickly walked over to take it away.
His heart was beating fast and he held the bottle of potion tightly.
After walking out of the door, Harry and Dumbledore returned to the next door.
...
"You made a great choice, Harry." Dumbledore said with a kind expression on his face.
"But Dumbledore, won't you blame me?" Harry felt that he had made the right decision. If it were Dumbledore, it would definitely be a more valuable choice.
Dumbledore shook his head and said playfully: "I just need this. My old wand has not been maintained for too long." 33
"Besides, you allowed me to get more useful answers from John."
"What answer?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
Dumbledore chuckled: "His attitude towards a lot of things, and learning about John."
"At least we can know one thing. From beginning to end, he was the John who valued his friends. This is very different from Voldemort."
Holding the edge of the pensieve, Dumbledore said enigmatically: "We can't put down today's lesson yet."
He took a bottle from the shelf where memories were stored and opened it. The silver liquid entered the pensieve and turned into a scene.
A handsome young man appeared inside.
...
Among the many industries of Silver Hand, there is one that is least suitable for that huge business empire.
Huanmiao Divination Pavilion.
Not many people here even know about it.
It is located in a black house between Johnny Silverhand's store and the Alchemy Workshop.
There is only one person inside, who is respectfully called the elder.
Even Tang Mi had doubts about what kind of effect this person who looked like a Muggle fortune teller could bring to Silver Hand.
Drinks worth a hundred galleons were provided to Trelawney for free, and people would be arranged to pretend to be customers to increase the income of this dismal fortune-telling pavilion.
Over time, Tang Mi handed over matters here to a witch named Jennifer.
This witch is a Hufflepuff graduate and is very patient.
Today is the seventh cast member of Huan Miao Divination Pavilion, and Jennifer herself appears.
She pretended to be a confused woman and came to the Huanmiao Divination Pavilion.
Trelawney, who wore thick glasses, changed herself into an emerald green robe with small crystal balls as accessories.
It made her look like a goddess.
"Dear elder, I would like guidance."
Jennifer said respectfully, but she was actually thinking about buying some freshly roasted quail when she went home later.
She heard no response and looked up cautiously.
But Trelawney, who was supposed to be using her unreliable divination as always, saw her eyes turned white at this moment, and she was in a state of confusion between illusion and reality.
Her voice was extremely hoarse, like someone who was about to die of thirst after not drinking water for three days.
The strong smell of alcohol emanated from her body, which scared Jennifer to the point of calling someone.
Then Trelawney started talking nonsense;
"There's been a twist, hiss...the Dark Lord is looking for his servant in the darkness."
"The huge thing destroys everything, the destined enemy will kill the giant, in the flames, the cry of new life opens the dawn."
"The Dark Lord dies from a powerful enemy, and those who touch the taboo will not die well, and the gears of destiny will be disrupted."
It was as if Trelawney hadn't been lifted up in one breath. Jennifer didn't care about hiding and hurried over.
As soon as she came to Trelawny's side, a pair of hands like chicken claws grabbed her shoulders and roared in an old and hoarse voice: "Those who trample life, you will step into the abyss——!"
"Yuan-ahem-!" Trelawney coughed twice with a dry throat. She looked at the frightened witch in front of her and asked strangely: "Oh, why are you here, Miss?"
Jennifer broke free from the restraints and kept retreating as if she had seen a ghost. She turned pale and ran out regardless of Trelawney's inquiry.
Trelawney looked confused when she saw this, but she didn't know that the crystal ball on her table lit up slightly.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
