"Good morning, kick off."

Reaching out to pick up his cat at his feet, John looked satisfied with the plush.

The cat called Kick meowed, and three more cats ran out.

They sat at John's feet, and John took out the canned cat he had brought.

Tom wagged his tail in circles with some dissatisfaction, and said that he would take himself for a walk, but he ended up feeding the cats here.

An old lady was walking slowly with a cane, and John saw her and greeted: "Good morning, Mrs. Feige." ”

Arabella Feige smiled when she saw John, no one knew that this unremarkable-looking old lady was actually a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

She was a Squib, and Dumbledore begged her to look after Harry.

Half a year ago, Mrs. Figg had added one more person to her care list.

It's John Wick in front of him.

Dumbledore came to the door himself, and he wanted to know about the student.

Mrs. Figg had a good impression of John, as the child would always come to take care of his cat.

He was as fond of plush as Dumbledore was about sweets, and it was for this reason that Dumbledore made up his mind to make John the temporary holder of the Philosopher's Stone.

John didn't know that he might have to thank the old lady in front of him, and he rubbed each of the four kittens.

"It's better to be a cat outside, and it won't suddenly become an older cat girl."

After John was satisfied with his plush control, he was about to leave when he noticed as if someone was watching him.

"Spying on me?"

His first instinct was to be a Death Eater, but he was quickly rejected.

The last time he met a Death Eater was because they were looking for Nicol Lemay, and this time he didn't think that the other party would come all the way to spy on him.

He is not the savior Harry Potter, and he has no value for the Death Eaters to spy on.

He got up and looked as usual, Tom stopped spinning, and John, after saying goodbye to Mrs. Feig, jogged with Tom.

"Gone?"

After leaving the streets of Privet Road, John noticed that the sense of surveillance was gone.

He had some doubts in his heart, and when he continued to get up the next day and go for a morning run, that sight appeared again.

This time, John saw it as if he were a guy with a skin disease.

When he jogged out of the privet road, the man didn't follow.

"Is it spying on Harry?"

Thinking that Harry had already left, John thought it was still unlikely.

The doubts in his mind grew bigger and bigger, and John dropped something from his pocket on the third day of running.

The man wrapped in it saw the thing glowing in the sunlight, and his eyes lit up with gold.

He immediately trotted over and picked it up.

It was a gold Galleon, and he smiled.

"Good luck is never less."

Putting Kim Gallon away, he didn't chase him out to spy on John.

At night, John walked out of the house under the illusion charm.

He had a piece of parchment in his hand, but it wasn't a living map.

There was only a simple arrow on the parchment, and as John moved, the arrow on the paper kept changing.

Eventually, John walked into a house.

The house was poor and poor, with nothing in it except a fireplace and a tent set up.

John arrives at the fireplace, which is connected to Floo.com.

"Let me guess, head to Diagon Alley."

Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, John calls out the name of Diagon Alley.

A green fire swallowed him, and the next second he appeared in another fireplace.

With some chimney ash on his nose, John wiped it off and walked out to find himself in a shop in Diagon Alley.

"If you can't find that guy, you can take a look."

With a thought in his mind, John re-applied a phantom spell and walked out.

Diagon Alley became scarce at night, and he held a location map he had made.

As he followed the map arrows, he noticed that there were fewer people.

And the people around were wearing cloaks to hide their figures, and there were some people who were trading something there.

The mysterious appearance of the god is probably not a legitimate thing.

"Tumbledown Alley?"

Before he knew it, John was in Tumbledown Alley.

This place is right next door to Diagon Alley, but it's a very different place.

This is where a whole bunch of illegal transactions are located, and the man who spies on John is trading with people.

"You're so greedy, do you know how much effort I wasted to get it done?"

The man changed into a cloak and yelled at the boss in a shop.

The boss glanced at him and said in a mocking tone, "How hard?" This thing is a little speculum, Mundungus Fletsch, and the level of what you stole is getting lower and lower. ”

The man known as Mundungus Fledge was the one who was spying on John, and he slammed the door in a rage and left.

But he still didn't dare to rob the Loeb Kimbo antique store.

I had to get out of here on my own.

Heading outside, Montungus prepares to head to the Leaky Cauldron to cool off his worries, and by the way, see if there is a dumber Kaizi who can make a fortune for himself.

"One bad day, Dumbledore told me to pay more attention to that kid, so I didn't have time to steal, Harry Potter forget it, why should this kid." Mundungus grumbled quietly.

If you have time to monitor, you might as well let yourself earn more money.

Before he could carry out his plan, he felt his wand against his waist as he passed a section of Tumbledown Alley.

"Don't move, if you want a hole in your stomach, just don't say it."

Montungus's legs trembled in fright, and he said in a trembling voice, "Calm down, I still have a few Galleons on me, you can take them." ”

He secretly scolded in his heart for being unlucky, and he was hacked by others.

He tried to use his wand to escape, but before he could touch it, he was pulled from his waist.

Physical disarming.

It was completely over, and Mundungus didn't dare to move.

John led him into the corner of the path and whispered a menacing voice, "It seems that you are not honest. ”

"No, absolutely not, I'm just a little too scared," Mundungus sneered. ”

"Huh." John didn't believe his words at all, and he deliberately suppressed his voice so that Montungus didn't know John's identity.

John also knew at this time who asked him to come and spy on him, but he didn't expect it to be Dumbledore.

He thought about it, it should be to protect himself.

John had encountered the Death Eaters in France, and perhaps because of this, he had the men who were watching over Harry to take care of him.

John's own guesses were true, and John was not what he used to be, he was the one who inherited the intellectual legacy of Nicol Lemay.

Regardless of what the future holds, Nicol Lemay's experimental manuscripts alone are enough to drive some ill-intentioned people crazy.

Now that he knew that he was not a Death Eater, John had no intention of solving the other party.

But he had an idea, and it occurred to him that he might be able to use this man to open a business in Tumbledown Alley.

Just when Mundungus thought he might be dead on the streets today, John said, "Do you want to make some money, Mundungus Fletsch?" ”

"Making money?" Montungus didn't expect someone to rob and pay.

He couldn't figure out what the other party meant, but he knew that if he didn't agree, it would be miserable.

"I have a few props that you need to help me deal with, and after they are sold, I will split the account in twenty-eight."

John's props weren't all lethal, but some of them were made while he was studying the dark arts.

This kind of thing can't be bought in Diagon Alley, but can only be sold in Tumbledown Alley.

"You just have to answer yes or no, I won't force you." Having said that, the wand was piercing Mondongues' backache.

He nodded busily, eager to nod his head.

John smiled, and he took out a few dangerous items from the small bag he was carrying.

"In three days, I need to see the golden Garons."

With these words, John removed the wand from Mundungus' waist.

Relieved, Mundungus hurriedly picked up his disarmed wand.

He looked at the props, and a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and even the fear he had just now disappeared.

"It's a subtle thing, and that old guy from Bogin will be interested."

He looked left and right, hurriedly carrying the object carefully in his arms.

And all this was taken into John's eyes, and he did not leave, but watched as Mundungus turned around and returned to the Boginbock antique shop.

When he came out again, he already had a lot of Galleons in his hand.

He hesitated for a moment, then split Garon into two parts, one thinking that maybe he could hide a little.

It's just that as soon as he came up with this idea, he felt a familiar tingling sensation in his waist.

Frightened, he hurriedly put the money down.

Twenty percent of the money that was put down was taken out, and John's voice sounded: "I said, twenty-eight accounts, if you want to continue, use this thing to contact me." ”

John threw out a piece of parchment, and Mundungus hesitated for a moment to pick it up.

He stood there for a long time, not daring to move, and when he was finally sure that John was gone, he showed the joy of the rest of his life.

Looking at the gold gallons, who had earned more than he had stolen, he fell into deep thought.