"I want you to treat Mrs. Weasley."

After Harry finished speaking, all that remained in the Star Society was the sound of clouds rolling through the dome.

He looked nervously at John, Mrs. Weasley's poison was hard to unravel.

Even Potions Master Snape shook his head and studied to come up with the answer, which was a very vicious curse.

And he just wanted to try, in front of this alchemist who even Slughorn could only cooperate.

Harry didn't dare look Dumbledore into the eyes, he thought Dumbledore might be disappointed.

Because I didn't take advantage of this opportunity to do something greater.

But he was determined to do so, the Weasley, to treat him like her own son, to give him the feeling of a mother.

He stared at John's expression, from the banter at the beginning, to the accident later, to a kind of anger.

Wrath?

Why be angry?

John suppressed his anger and looked sideways at Dumbledore.

"Is that what you mean, Dumbledore?" John looked at the two opposites coldly, "This is trying to humiliate me?" ”

"Nope! I just want to save Mrs. Weasley......" Harry explained in a panic, he didn't understand, John couldn't, or didn't want to?

John laughed angrily at him, "yes, then in your opinion, I would use Percy's mother as a condition for trading with someone else?" ”

The strange anger made Harry feel a threat that was about to crush human bones.

"Don't look at me with your narrow eyes, Harry Potter!" John's words of anger made the starlight of the dome disappear.

Rumbling thunder rang out, and a terrifying blue lightning flashed between the clouds.

Dumbledore spoke, a hint of joy in his eyes, "Harry didn't mean that, he just cared. ”

Harry felt the pressure on his body disappear, he didn't expect his words to make John so angry.

"He never doubted your concern for your friends, John." Dumbledore said apologetically.

John closed his eyes, and when they reopened, the anger in his eyes vanished.

The dome turned back to clear, and the golden little man who was squatting under the table just now when the end struck 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 keep trading." ”

Harry had been pardoned, he had been very nervous just now.

It's like John would suddenly turn into a fire dragon and swallow himself in one gulp.

At the same time, Harry knew he had made a mistake.

He wishfully believed that John's boredom with the Order of the Phoenix would make John not accept any requests for help.

But in fact, in addition to being a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley was also the mother of a friend of John Wick's.

John was a Slytherin, and he had all the qualities of a Slytherin.

As the kings of Slytherin, they have infinite 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 a difference between a 'gang' and an 'outsider'.

Harry was the outsider, but Mrs. Weasley and Ginny weren't.

They were Percy's dear mother and lovely sister.

The so-called love house and Wu should be like this.

Now that he had been promised that John would heal Mrs. Weasley, Harry was relieved.

So what exactly is he going to choose?

Harry's mind was racing and he looked at Dumbledore, but the kind old man didn't urge.

The Stars Society was audible in its fall, waiting for Harry's choice.

He needs to think carefully.

What is it that he, or the Order of the Phoenix, wants most right now?

That had to be what John was able to give.

The palms of his hands were drenched with sweat, and he wiped and wiped them on his pants.

Harry's face changed again and again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"I want a powerful wand."

Harry thought of needing to give Dumbledore an extra wand, and his wand was taken away by Grindelwald.

John's expressionless face finally changed.

"Wand?"

He chuckled, "I can promise you a deal." ”

Leaning back in his chair and crisscrossing his lap, John said unhurriedly, "It's your turn to pay." ”

Harry took the gold locket off his neck and placed it on the table.

"Allow me to do some basic checks before closing the deal."

John didn't take it right away, he was across the table, and the sound coming out of his mouth made Dumbledore's pupils constrict.

"Open."

It was a cold, hoarse voice.

Harry didn't hear it, and it sounded to him that John was just talking normally.

The originally closed golden locket box was opened in an instant, and a black gas permeated out, accompanied by a demagogic sound.

"Shut it up."

The box closes.

Move from Harry's front to John.

Picking up the locket, John said without changing his face: "The transaction is complete." ”

"As for that wand, I'll give you strong enough."

He snapped his fingers, and the clouds fell in an upside-down tornado.

When it was gone, a black wand appeared on a velvet cushion.

"Crystal rod core, elderberry."

"It's a wand that belongs to the warmongers."

John picked up his wand, waved it lightly and handed it to Harry, and said 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 his hands on it, Dumbledore could see that it was unusual.

This wand amplifies his magic.

"I think our deal is over," John ordered the eviction, "two." ”

Dumbledore stood, and Harry followed Dumbledore.

As he was about to leave, John stopped Harry.

"Take this away, Harry."

The emerald potion lay on the table, and John's fingers rubbed the golden locket and said, "Say hello to Mrs. Weasley for me." ”

Harry glanced at Dumbledore and hurried over to take it.

His heart pounded, and he clutched the vial tightly.

After exiting the door, Harry and Dumbledore returned to the next door.

...

"You've made a great choice, Harry." Dumbledore had a kind look on his face.

"But Dumbledore, don't you blame me?" Harry felt that he was making a claim, and if it was Dumbledore, it would definitely be a more valuable choice.

Dumbledore shook his head and said playfully, "I just needed this, my old wand was a little too long. ”33

"Besides, you've given me more useful answers from John."

"What answer?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Dumbledore chuckled, "His attitude towards many things, and knowing about John. ”

"At least we can know one thing, he was the same John who valued his friends from beginning to end, which is very different from Voldemort."

Holding on to the edge of the meditation basin, Dumbledore said incomprehensibly, "We can't put down today's lesson. ”

He took a bottle from the shelf where his memories were stored and opened it, and the silver liquid entered the meditation basin and turned into a scene.

A handsome teenager appears inside.

...

Among the many industries of the silver hand, there is one that is the most incompatible with the vast business empire.

Phantom Divination Chamber.

Not even many people know about it here.

It is located in a black house on the outer floor between the Silver Hand Johnny Shop and the Alchemy.

There was only one person in it, who was honored as an elder.

Even Tang Mi had doubted what kind of effect this man who looked like a Muggle soothsayer could bring to the Silver Hand.

Drinks worth a hundred Galleons were served free of charge to Trelawney, and people were arranged to pretend to be customers to increase the income of the dismal Fortune Chamber.

Over time, Don Mi handed over the matter to a witch named Jennifer.

This witch is a Hufflepuff graduate and is very patient.

Today is the seventh actor from the Magic Divination Pavilion, and Jennifer herself is on the stage.

She pretended to be a confused woman and came to the Phantom Divination Pavilion.

Wearing thick spectacles, Trelawney changed into an emerald green robe, which was accompanied by small crystal balls as accessories.

makes her whole person look like she even has a feeling of a goddess.

"Dear Elder, I want guidance."

Jennifer said respectfully, actually thinking about whether to buy some freshly roasted quail when she got home later.

She didn't hear a response and looked up cautiously.

But I saw that Trelawney, who should have taken out the unreliable divination as always, her eyes were white at the moment, and she was in a sense of confusion between the unreal and the real.

Her voice was hoarse, like someone who had not drunk water for three days and was dying of thirst.

The strong smell of alcohol emanated from her, and Jennifer was about to scream.

Trelawney began to babble;

"There's been a turn, hiss...... The Dark Lord searches for servants in the dark. ”

"Huge things destroy everything, enemies of fate kill giants, and in the flames, the cry of new life opens the dawn."

"The Dark Lord died at the hands of a great enemy, and those who touched the forbidden will not die well, and the gears of fate will be disrupted."

As if Trelawney hadn't lifted it up in one breath, Jennifer couldn't hide it and hurried over.

As soon as she reached Trelawney's side, she was grabbed by a pair of chicken-claw hands on her shoulders and roared in an old hoarse voice: "Trample on life, you will step into the abyss——! ”

"Abyss-ahem——!" Trelawney coughed twice in a dry throat, looked at the frightened witch in front of her, and said strangely, "Oh, why are you here, Miss?" ”

Jennifer broke free and retreated as hell, her face pale, and she ran out of the room, ignoring Trelawney's inquiry.

Trelawney looked puzzled 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......