The nephew of the old aunt Bathilda arrived, and John could sense that Bathilda was looking at him that something was wrong.

It feels like seeing two expelled scumbags, and it's hard to put into words.

He really wants to explain, do you understand the gold content of Slytherin?

Bathilda introduces two boys of the same age.

"Hello, my name is Joel." John chuckled.

He knew that his name should not be left in history.

So casually make a name.

Just when the words came out, John looked a little strange.

He only said the name in his head, but suddenly it felt a little familiar.

When the boy on the other side heard the name, he smiled pleasantly, "My name is Gail."

Gale had a wariness in his eyes, he had come to Godric's Valley for some purpose.

But he didn't expect that there was a young wizard in the house of his lonely old man's old aunt.

This made him vigilant, and even his name was subconsciously hidden.

"Gail?" John could sense the other party's distrust of him.

The name was as if it had been taken out of his own, and John smiled noncommittally.

Two young wizards, nearly a hundred years apart.

John's room was in the attic, just like he was at Wick's house.

Gail's room is on the second floor.

John was fiddling with his wand, and he needed to do some corner touching.

Gail quietly observed the boy.

After Durmstrang's expulsion, Gale traveled half of Europe alone to Godric's Hollow.

He has experienced a lot of people and things, which makes him too precocious.

He is wary of strangers and at the same time has a good understanding of human nature.

He knew very well what kind of person his old aunt Bathida was.

So he was even more worried that John's appearance was a bad intention.

The timing of the appearance is also too coincidental.

He decided to test this man his age.

"You're making a wand?" Gail spoke suddenly.

Although John can't see, he has an extraordinary sensitivity to the gaze of others.

The appearance of Gale has long been discovered.

Hearing the questioning, John casually said, "As you can see, yes."

"Staffsmithing is a rare profession." Gail walked into the attic and said, "You have this skill, why are you in Godric's Hollow?"

Gail's eyes were inquiring, and from the mouth of Old Aunt Bathilda, he knew some information about this person.

John, for example, seems to be a student at Hogwarts, but he, like himself, was expelled.

The reason for his expulsion was that he had carried out some black magic experiments that Durmstrang thought were extreme, so what was the reason for his expulsion?

"It was an accident," John shrugged, clearing the powder off the table, "I didn't expect to be here, and I had something wrong with my eyes."

"I'm grateful to Aunt Bathilda, so you can rest assured."

John chuckled, "Don't be tempted."

The boy in front of him is more mature than his peers.

But who is John?

He is Johnny Silverhand.

He is the mapper of the vast Silver Hand Business Empire, and he is also the master of the Silver Hand Manor that unites many forces.

Gail's temptations were as transparent to him.

It's a crushing from the layers.

His purpose is revealed, and Gail does not appear embarrassed.

"Okay." Gail smiled and said, "The old lady wants us to be friendly."

He held out his hand to John and said meaningfully, "I think we can let our guard down on each other."

Everyone was smart, and Gail knew that John wasn't one of his classmates in Durmstrong.

As long as it doesn't get in the way of his own purposes, Gale doesn't mind sharing the same roof with another person.

Proper overtures can be beneficial for oneself.

This is something Gale has understood since he was a child.

"Hello, Joel."

"Hello, Gail."

Two people's hands touched together.

The blonde boy has a tall body, and even a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child is not as tall as him.

He was a bit like the Weasley twins, with a kind of bohemian wantonness.

Like a golden eagle soaring in the sky, it has no freedom to be bound by its wings.

…

Three days passed after Gale took the initiative to talk that day.

During these three days, Gale seemed to have developed a strong interest in John.

In Gail's eyes, this is a man who is not inferior to his own talent and wisdom.

He was more curious about John.

He would often come to John's attic, sometimes just watching John do something there.

Godric's Valley is rich in resources, which is why many wizards choose to settle here.

John treats the herbs he collects.

Gail watched quietly and asked, "You also have a knack for potions?"

"It's an essential skill for wizards." John borrowed a crucible from Bathildana, and golden flames burned at the bottom of the crucible.

Gail watched with interest.

The more I lifted, the more I found that this peer was able to surprise me.

"What is this?"

"Goublé Immortal Fire," John raised his wand and waved it lightly, and a flame appeared on the wand, "a flame that doesn't go out, burns constantly."

"Interesting."

Hearing John's claims, Gail became intrigued by the magic.

"It's a high-level magic," Gail teased, his words tentative, "not like it's accessible as a student."

"Knowledge doesn't have to be learned in school." John pointed his finger to his head, "Ravenclaw once said that superior wisdom is the greatest treasure of mankind."

Gail listened carefully and applauded in agreement.

In just three days, Gail felt that the stranger had wisdom and insight beyond Professor Durmstrang.

I thought that I had traveled through Europe and come here, and I had enough experience.

But John's experience was even richer, and even made Gail have a feeling that he wanted to tell this person about his plans.

It was a great plan, for all the wizards, for the plan to change the world.

Gail thought he was crazy.

This is actually an instinct, an instinct to meet someone stronger than yourself and want to get close to it.

Mu Qiang is nature.

Aunt Bathilda was also very relieved to see that two boys of the same age were getting along happily.

It reminded her of another boy.

As a neighbor, Bathilda knew how tired the boy was.

He has no peers around him, only a younger sister who may get sick at any time, and his only brother is still a hot-tempered seed.

Bathilda felt that his peers would speak the same language.

So Bathilda made a decision.

She was going to introduce the two children in the family to the poor boy.

...

The potion in the cauldron was boiling, and John tapped on the tabletop, and the Sensation Charm was released, enveloping the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming Gail's departure.

"Finally gone."

John had a headache, Bathilda's nephew, just like a hundred thousand whys.

Ask about everything, and John has to deal with it casually in order to send him away.

John didn't want to be exposed to other people too much and make a difference in the future.

But that Gael, seven out of ten sentences are tempting.

John didn't know where he got so guarded.

At the same time, John also found that Gail's was not simple.

That person has strength far beyond his peers and is full of prying eyes on himself.

Peeping is not just about surveillance, it's about the brain.

"The deception is so profound, such advanced magic at this age." John whispered.

Mental retention, and brain occlusion.

The other party snooped on his brain, but was deceived by John's brain occlusion.

The man was running Occlumency at all times, as if he had an important secret in his head that would not be seen.

John was not very interested in those secrets, even if they were big secrets, by the time he was in his time, almost a hundred years had passed, and all secrets were history.

"Gail's book?"

John discovers a book on the table, which Gale has deliberately left behind.

He picked it up and ran his fingers over the gilded, dented cover.

"A collection of stories of the poet Bean?" John wondered, "Did it happen on purpose, or was it accidental?"

Most wizards are familiar with this story.

In the wizard's world, "The Tales of the Poet Bean" is like a fairy tale, entering the wizard's thousands of households.

But John knew that some of the things in this story were true.

The story of three brothers.

"Deathly Hallows." Whispering, John reached for his chest.

Coincidentally, his sword was lost.

What was brought with him was only a counterfeit locket and the resurrection stone placed inside.

"It's a coincidence."

John didn't think that the other party was discovering his resurrection stone, and deliberately came here to confine himself.

Toss the book aside.

Giving a book to a blind man, I don't know what the other party thinks.

The next day, John was called over by Bathilda.

And Gail.

He handed the book to Gail, "Your book."

"Thanks, I guess it fell on you." Gail took it with a smile.

John was a little speechless.

"I love the story," Gail said, "especially the story of the three brothers."

"Oh."

"Why aren't you so excited?"

"Because I'm blind, what do you think?"

「……」

Gail's gushing mouth closed.

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