The Blotted Bookstore delivered the textbooks needed for school to John's home by owl mail.

As long as you're willing to pay several times the price of postage, Blotted Bookstore is willing to do it.

Basil has been busy lately, and it needs to deliver letters everywhere for John.

The networking work continues, and this one is one of the ones he is most interested in.

Sent by Horace Slughorn, former Head of Hogwarts Slytherin, Potions Professor, and Potions Master.

This is still known through Damo Alex, a pen pal to be exact.

As a former Slytherin headmaster, Slughorn was interested in the Slytherin student.

They sometimes exchanged letters, and in John's view, Slughorn was a man like himself.

They were all Slytherins, building connections.

The difference is that John uses this network to do many great things, while Slughorn enjoys the vanity that comes with using network more.

The things that are gained through networking can make Slughorn even more satisfying.

John kept in touch with him for about two years, and in addition to occasionally discussing Potions and sometimes giving away items.

For example, mead, pineapple compote, and the like.

Slughorn also helped him a lot, once on the soul potion, he gave advice.

However, the latter suggestion was not adopted by John, because John found something better.

This contact was also due to the fact that Slughorn learned about the Blood Spell Treatise from Damo Alex.

"John, you're amazeing me that a kid your age can complete a dissertation with a potions master like Damo Alex, who is one of the most talented students I've ever taught, and I can tell that you have a lot to do with it.

You really amaze me more and more at your talent, and it's a pity that I'm retired, and I would be proud to teach a student like you. ”

Slughorn lamented John's talent, but at the same time regretted that he was no longer a professor. 33

As a professor with a collecting penchant, Slughorn's favorite thing to do is students with great talents.

He has a good eye and almost every student has achieved great results in their field.

At the same time, there are some regrettable students.

For example, Lily Evans, Slughorn liked this student very much.

But she was killed by another of his students, a memory he never wanted for the rest of his life.

That student did him more than that, and for the rest of his life he felt that he had created this monster.

When John received the letter, he took out a quill and dipped it in ink, and wrote a letter.

He had some questions for Slughorn, some about more obscure taboos.

Basil eats the dried fish in his mouth, and John takes the dried fish down and replaces it for a letter.

"You know where to send it." Patting Basil on the head, John opened the window.

Basil protested twice in dissatisfaction, not eating his own small dried fish.

John looked at the small dried fish that Tom had taken the opportunity to eat, and said without changing his face, "When you come back, I will give you a new one." ”

Basil flew away, and Riddle flew over.

Brought Tang Mi's letter, as well as a box.

"My lord, Montungus didn't know where to steal something and wanted to repay it."

John opened the box, and there were some fine silverware inside, several of which were magic items with magic attached.

One of the purple pajamas was opened by John and flew out of it, trying to strangle John.

John's closet opened, and a wizard's robe with a silver mask came out, strangled the purple pajamas and threw them on the floor.

"Where did he get that?"

John reached for a music box, and the music coming out of it was dizzy.

Closing it casually, John thought for a moment, he had seen this thing.

"I forgot that Mundungus used to be a thief."

The purple pajamas over there had been subdued by John's wizarding robes and had been twisted into a twist and tossed aside.

These are things from Black's old house, and it seems that they are still difficult to guard against.

John twisted the music box, and the sound made Tom drowsy.

He chuckled, "That's a good idea." ”

He wrote to tell Don that what Mondigus had stolen could offset some of the debt, but only some.

With Montongues's character, he knew that he could pay off his debts, and he would definitely get worse.

He didn't say it explicitly, and even if Dumbledore used the Dementor to read his traces.

This is a critical matter.

"Look at the man you're looking for, Dumbledore, you're really old and stupid."

A thief became a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore is this too confident?

Glancing at Tom, the young dog was in good health, and fell asleep.

Put the music box next to Tom, and if he likes it, make it a toy.

As for the dressing gown, John snapped his fingers, and the crumpled nightgown flew into his hand, and he slapped it with both hands.

The magic array appeared on the nightgown, and with a finger of his hand, the nightgown ran to the ceiling to wait.

John wasn't in the mood for other people's clothes.

August 31.

There is still one day left until the start of school.

John left home early and was at the Silver Hand Johnny store.

Now everything here, except for Tang Mi, has been taken over by Kim Ledisley.

In the Secret Garden, John sees Kim.

He left Ilvermorny, and his blonde hair grew longer.

John stood on the side, the canvas was spread out on the easel, and Kim was holding the paintbrush, where he was painting.

It was a field of sunflowers, a picture that was already perfect.

Stopping his pen, Jin stared blankly at the blank space, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

Suddenly, he put down his pen and ran his fingers over the painting.

The paint that hadn't dried was a mess under his fingers.

"I can't draw it." Kim speaks.

John said calmly, "Don't force yourself. ”

"I'm just," Kim smiled wryly, brushing his hair with his paint-stained hand, which had a mess of colors on it, "I want to see you again." ”

"Everybody wants to see each other again." John walked over and patted Kim on the shoulder, "Kim, draw one for me." ”

Jin messed up his hair and silently removed the canvas and put it back on.

John stood there, subconsciously looking back to his left.

His hand holding the "Poet Bean's Tales" strained slightly, and muttered, "yes, who doesn't want to see each other again." ”

...

September 1.

Hogwarts school season.

Coming out of Tumbledown Alley, John went on a trip to Gringotts.

Using Lestrange's identity, he re-enters the vault once.

Pull the ring to send him out with a smile on his face.

Because Lestrange's vault is full again.

To the elves, it seems that whatever is stored in Gringotts is the same as theirs.

John didn't care, and used the apparition to get to King's Cross Station.

He walked through the station, and before he was nine and three-quarters of the way in, he saw the mighty procession.

It's Harry, they're it.

In order to protect Harry's safety, they traveled to the specifications that the Minister of Magic probably did not deserve.

John just glanced at it and walked towards the wall.

Passing through the station, John appeared inside the platform of nine and three-quarters.

"John."

Pansy wasn't with Malfoy, and she had a displeasure written on her face.

Crabbe and Goyle dodged their eyes, rubbing their left arm with their right hand from time to time.

John walked over and glanced at the two big men, "What about Draco?" ”

Pansy said unhappily, "He's showing off being a prefect." ”

"It's his character," John said, shrugging his shoulders and glancing at the two big men who were trying to minimize his presence, "Goyle, Crabbe, come with me." ”

Not allowing two people to question it, John ordered two people directly.

Pansy gloated as they stepped into the train.

John walked in front, exuding an air of no-go from the living.

The Slytherin student greeted John respectfully.

The other three houses were also a little embarrassed, and they didn't dare to face John.

Walking to the empty car, John was the first to sit in.

Crabbe and Goyle turned around and tried to leave, but were pushed in by Pansy from behind.

John snapped his fingers, and the door slammed shut.

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Some people died, but not completely......