Whether it's Muggles or wizards, they all have rulers and profit-seekers.

John was an alchemist, a merchant who traded with magic.

He was convinced of the alchemical criterion of equivalent exchange.

The same is true of his conduct in the world.

With a profit of ten percent, capital is guaranteed to be used everywhere.

With 20 percent of the profits, capital can be activated.

With 50 percent of the profits, capital will take risks.

100% profit, capital dares to trample on all human laws.

And John gave enough profit in this incident to shut up purebloods

They have zero cost and zero loss, and the only thing they need to do is to keep their mouths shut.

Conscience begins to disappear from being blinded by money.

John didn't care about that, even if the money would allow his estate to expand a lot.

Malfoy arrives at Silverhand Manor, and he's been in a good mood lately.

The relationship with Astoria was officially confirmed, and the business within the family suddenly improved again.

It's that sexy lips that are still much fuller than usual.

John couldn't help but laugh when he saw him.

"Stop laughing." Malfoy exasperated, "I've tried everything, but I can't. ”

"Then I would suggest you go to the Silver Cross Hospital, where there are healers who specialize in dealing with spell damage." John advertises his hospital.

"It's too expensive," Malfoy said, with a frightened expression, "and it costs a hundred Galleons for a check-up." ”

The hospital, which was less than two years old, was still young, but its equipment was no worse than that of St. Mungo.

The only thing that makes people criticize is that it is expensive.

In particular, expert consultations are ridiculously expensive.

Such a thing also appeared in the newspapers more than once.

"That's because you don't have health insurance," John said helplessly, spreading his hands, "who made you not the one who overturned the alley." ”

"Can't you get me one?" Malfoy awkwardly said, "My dad wants one too." ”

By the way, Lucius, a well-known curator, has no health insurance because his vigilant dark arts museum is in Diagon Alley.

Every time he went to the Silver Cross Hospital for a check-up, it would cost Lucius twice the price.

"No way, that's the rule." John shrugged, this medical insurance was originally for Tumbledown Alley to attract talents.

There are three ways to get it, the first is to have a job in Tumble Alley, the second is to live in Tumble Alley, and the third is to be an employee of the Silver Hand.

The Malfoys didn't have any three, and they clearly didn't fit.

"Okay." Malfoy muttered discontentedly, his lips looking comical.

It wasn't for nothing that Malfoy came over, and he brought news for John.

"Mom met Bellatrix once," Malfoy said, "and Bellatrix has a connection to Voldemort. ”

"What did they say?" John asked.

"I don't know," Malfoy said, shaking his head, "Bellatrix was trying to hide it, and even Mommy only heard a word. ”

Malfoy said with a strange expression, "Weasel." ”

"Stoat?" John repeated, feeling weird.

It was a message that Narcissa had overheard, and it seemed to be a target for Voldemort.

You can use 'stoat' as a name, is it a person or a place?

"It seems that Voldemort is indeed constantly co-opting some existence."

John was lost in thought, Voldemort was unknown, and had not been seen since his appearance in a foreign country.

Unlike it was Grindelwald, John read about Grindelwald in the newspaper.

He was wanted, but his followers had risen to thirty.

One of the major events was the assassination of an official of the German Ministry of Magic.

Although there is no evidence that he did it, the Ministry of Magic still counts it on his head.

This made Grindelwald nationally wanted.

Again, his deeds were in another snowy country.

However, his followers did not seem to leave, and only two people followed.

"The motive is unknown, it's really difficult." John glanced at Grindelwald's whereabouts and put the newspaper down.

"Xian'annei."

He prioritizes Voldemort.

"Is it because you don't have enough chips, and you don't do it yet."

John counted Voldemort's chips, and the giants alone were not enough.

The five hidden pure-blood families were erased by themselves, and even the plan to split the werewolves was shattered.

"His next path is either to find help from abroad, or to continue to woo the dark creatures."

John took the ring off his finger.

The emerald green ring symbolizes the power of the silver hand.

After several years in business, John has the ability to play games with everyone.

He didn't want to capsize at this moment.

Whether it was Voldemort or himself, only one would survive.

"You have to grow stronger, Voldemort." John didn't want to go all over the world looking for Voldemort.

"Draco." His name was Malfoy.

Malfoy: "? ”

"Little Barty is waiting for you in the garden," John laughed harmlessly, "and he felt the need to strengthen you, after all, you can't even escape the wasp charm." ”

Malfoy's face changed drastically, again?

Christmas still doesn't let people rest?

"This is to keep you alive, Draco." John chuckled, "Carelessness can kill people." ”

Malfoy pursed his lips and muttered, "I don't have health insurance." "If you are injured, you have to pay for it.

John watched him leave with a bitter face.

Standing in the Silver Hand Manor, it was as if the place was a house only at the beginning of the feast.

"It's a little colder." John looked at the empty manor.

There's nothing Christmas here.

John stood on the second floor, holding his chin and thinking.

"It might be a good idea to go home for the holidays."

Speaking of which, he didn't come home once for Christmas.

That being the case, John plans to go home this year.

"I remember Daddy wanted an owl."

In the wizarding world, you need to rely on owls to communicate with your family.

John came to the fireplace at Silverhand Manor, the flames inside turned blue, and he stepped inside.

The flames engulfed him, and in the blink of an eye he was in the fireplace of the Stellar Society.

He walked out, and the golden text turned into a villain and jumped over.

John flicked his fingers away from the little guy who wanted to jump on his shoulder, and came to one of the doors and opened it in.

When he came out again, he had an extra gray owl in his hand that looked like a thief.

Big head, round amber eyes.

It doesn't seem very smart.

As he prepared to re-enter the fireplace, John frowned.

He walked to the door and opened the door, and when he saw the old man outside, he looked unhappy.

"Oh, John." Dumbledore greeted John with a smile.

John said expressionlessly: "It's really embarrassing for the great wizard Dumbledore, who even has to stay here for Christmas." ”

Dumbledore didn't feel embarrassed, but blinked and said, "As a gatekeeper, I feel like I need to be dutiful. ”

"Huh." John smiled emotionlessly.

Believe that you have ghosts, aren't you afraid that your Holy Grail will appear in Hogwarts?

"Then your ears are really bright." John didn't know whether to say sarcastically or mockingly.

Turning to close the door, he had just seen Dumbledore with a wand in his hand.

I guess I thought the Star Society had been invaded.

Even with the loss of the Elder Wand, this is still the most powerful wizard in the world.

Across a door, there was no way to stop his prying eyes.

John returns to the fireplace, and the Grey Owl tries to stand on John's shoulder, but he stops him.

"Basil knows, your hair will be plucked out."

It was Basil's exclusive seat, and Basil was very vindictive.

As if carrying a chick, he carried the owl into the fireplace despite the Grey Owl's protests.

Blue flames engulfed the two.

Dumbledore outside the door left.

...

The basement of Wick's house.

The golden flame, without firewood, suddenly turned blue, and John stepped out of it.

Opening the basement door, John walked up the stairs.

"What do you think of this?"

He heard the voice of Daddy Watson, who was trying to get his wizard king to put on top of the Christmas tree.

Mrs. Wick glanced at him, turned her head and continued to make herself a cup of tea. m.

Watson was not angry, and one by one the protesting wizard chess pieces were put on the Christmas tree by him.

Among them, the silver knight was still shouting, "I have made meritorious contributions to this family, I am a meritorious hero!" ”

"Shut up, you've caught rats for me."

Watson placed the Silver Knight in the middle of the tree.

As soon as the silver knight saw the scenery here, he immediately changed his words, "The scenery here is really good. ”

Suddenly, a grey owl flew over, tilting its head to look at the silver knight.

Watson was taken aback by the guy who came out of nowhere.

"Where did this come from?" Watson said.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw John coming up.

Ignoring the fact that the silver knight was pecked by the gray owl, Watson was pleasantly surprised: "John! ”

Mrs. Wick's hand shook when she heard the voice, and the black tea spilled onto the table.

She looked back, and John was standing there.

Not bothering to wipe it, Mrs. Wick ran over.

A family of three reunited.

...

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