Two weeks later.

John received a courier from the United States, and the long courier was wrapped tightly in a wooden box.

He couldn't wait to take out the crowbar and open the box, and as the six nails were removed, the wooden box was opened.

It was filled with hay as a buffer, and a knight's sword decorated with Mithril appeared inside.

The sword body is mirror-like, made of Mithril and steel powder to make a semi-circular gauntlet by pouring it, the hilt is made of oak, and the tail is made of Mithril to make a round head, leaving a circular notch on it.

This is made using the three-piece method, and the blade is straight and hard, and it is not easy to break.

The more John looked at it, the more he felt that he couldn't put it down, and immediately waved it.

The center of gravity of the sword is at the second finger, and the swing is silky and smooth.

It can be held with both hands or wielded with one hand, and John specifically asked him to keep the tail long, so that he could use the characteristics of the great sword.

After a set, John put it away heartily.

It's a pity that it wasn't at Hogwarts, otherwise he would have gone to the training ground to try it out.

"There's a gap in the Mithril on it, just enough for enchantment."

John was about to enchant it first, and he fixed the blade of his sword and carved words on the gauntlet of the graver Mithril.

Through his beating one by one, he finally succeeded in enchanting a fire spell based on Runiwen.

Fehu represents the animal as the cow, which symbolizes the harvest and is also a wild fire.

Take out your wand and enchant it.

The moment he succeeded in enchanting it, John clearly felt that the sword had changed.

He activated the Runiwen above to use the fire spell, and the words lit up with a red light, and the sword body was instantly ignited, turning into a flame sword.

"Sword of Iron and Fire, it feels like I'm more of a witch hunter."

With a Viking suit, John felt he could make a cameo as a witch hunter.

Putting away the flames, John put away his sword and stuffed it into his small bag.

Although this small bag is a bit like a women's one, there are ready-made props John doesn't pick either.

"Let's take a name, let's call it the Sword of Ironwick."

And so, the Sword of Ironwick was born.

John went to the living room to reply to the letters, and when he returned, he resumed communication with his friends.

Hermione asked him to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy this semester's books, and there were a few ink spots in her handwriting that had been left behind by the excitement and the need to use too much force.

"Is there anything big tomorrow?"

John recalled carefully, there will be no big event tomorrow, why is Hermione so excited.

Coincidentally, Harry and Ron are also going tomorrow, and the three little ones are worthy of the protagonist group, and they do everything so smartly.

After replying one by one, John wrote another letter to Hagrid, asking him to help him find materials for magical creatures.

When all was done, he switched from his left pen to his right, wrote a letter to Mundungus in a very different handwriting, and put together several of the tools he had refined.

"Except for being greedy, Mundungus is doing a good job."

In addition to always complaining about his hard work and wanting to increase the commission, Montungus claimed that he was selling things made by an alchemist.

This doubled the sales of his stuff and doubled John's assets.

The wealth accumulated by the small treasury through the sale of props during this period has exceeded three thousand Galleons.

It's not as rich as Harry, I don't know how many generations, but it's a little rich.

But after saving so much money, John burned money quickly.

Soon Hagrid wrote back, and through the list of materials sent by John, Hagrid gave an approximate price.

When John saw the price, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"1200 Galleons, alchemy really burns money."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the money John had just saved was about to be cleared at once.

He was very envious of Hagrid at this time, and the back of the Forbidden Forest was simply a treasure mountain.

The price Hagrid gave was still the lowest kind, and there were some materials that Hagrid had, and he felt that he didn't need John to buy it.

If it were all about buying, it is estimated that most of John's funds would have to be thrown into it.

"I'll go to Gringotts tomorrow to get the money, and I'll buy the book by the way."

Burn money.

John's mind is now full of Galleons, and if the cost of alchemy is abandoned, the money he can make is just like that.

After telling his parents that he was going to London, Watson happily opened the safe and prepared to buy some strange things to come back.

As soon as John saw that his father was going to exchange money with the goblins in Gringotts, he immediately stopped it.

Under Watson's dull gaze, he took out a handful of Galleons and landed on the table with a clang.

"Other children pay for tuition, and you go to school to make money." Watson's eyes lit up with gold.

is worthy of being his own son, and he can support his family in reverse at a young age.

John smiled slightly, "Find me for it, I'll give you a cheaper." ”

The implication is that it costs money.

Watson's smile froze, this brother will settle the account, how can you do the same with your Lao Tzu.

John knew that if he didn't set up some thresholds for his dad or something, he would probably be able to go to Diagon Alley and buy back a whole bunch of messes.

In order to keep Mrs. Wick's blood pressure from soaring, Johnny squeezed Watson's small coffers.

Originally, John used the family funds to go to school, but now that it has changed, it has directly become Watson's private matter, and he can only take out his small coffers with tears.

The next day.

A family of three drove to the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and compared to the last time, this time it was not so smelly.

Presumably because Quirrell wasn't here, John made his way to the back door of the Leaky Cauldron.

After entering Diagon Alley, John was ready to go to Gringotts to deposit his money first.

After leaving the money needed to buy materials and teaching materials, the rest was deposited in Gringotts.

This made a smile on the goblin's ugly face, and although these guys were greedy and selfish, they had to admit that Gringotts' anti-theft system was still doing a good job.

After passing a burglar-proof waterfall, John secretly picked up some water.

The water could wash away the magic from his body, and he was going to take it back to see if he could reproduce it.

Leaving Gringotts, John meets Malfoy.

Malfoy was next to a man with the same pale pointed face, who resembled Malfoy as an older Malfoy, and John guessed that it might be Malfoy's father.

The direction in which the two men walked was Tumbledown Alley.

His father had already gotten Garon and was ready to splurge it, and even Mrs. Wick had been pulled away.

John was about to go to Tumbledown Alley, and after casting the Illusion Charm on himself, he followed Malfoy and his son.

Along the way, John overhears Malfoy's constant remarks about Harry.

This made his father, Lucius Malfoy, a little impatient, "You've told me at least ten times. ”

Mr. Malfoy glanced at his son, stopping him from continuing.

"Comrade Malfoy Jr. really loves Harry."

John was moved by this, and followed the two of them to the Borginkbock antique store that Montungus had entered.

Without entering, John changed directions and walked to a house not far away.

Montungus has been living quite well lately, except for spying on the children, he doesn't need to go out to steal now, he just needs to wait for the daily mail.

For this reason, he changed the tattered suit and replaced it with a more modest decoration.

"God, I look like a businessman right now."

Smelling in front of the mirror, Montungus found his door open out of the corner of his eye.

He was startled, drew his wand and said sharply, "Whoever is there, come out quickly!" ”

"Mondongues, you're daring to wave your wand at me now."

The low and hoarse voice made Mundungus feel like falling into an ice cave, he hurriedly threw down his wand, folded his hands and humbly said, "Your Excellency Johnny, I didn't mean to offend, I just thought I was a thief." ”

"Hmph."

Johnny Silverhand, this is John's identity in front of Mundungus.

He didn't show his true face all the time, so he found a place to sit down, he glanced around, and said, "This is the shop you have under your plate, and it seems that you have eaten a lot of money." ”

"No, no, No, Lord Johnny, you don't know, the best place to get 500 Galleons is here."

Montungus was a little aggrieved, he really didn't lie to John this time.

It took him a lot of effort to get his hands on this place, and although it was smaller, the location was very good.

"Well, you'd better get this place done quickly, Mondongues, it's more rewarding to do business than to steal."

John was just knocking on Mondigus, and he knew that he couldn't make a lot of money from retail alone, so he asked Montungus to set up a store to open a silver hand Johnny store.

Mundungus had begun to get used to the days when he didn't have to hide in Tibet, and he was naturally reluctant to let such a good life disappear.

Immediately promised that I would definitely make this place good.

After saying that, he waited for John's next instructions, but there was no movement.

This Johnny Silver Hand is good at everything, but he likes to leave without saying hello.