Chapter 82：

John glanced at the two old men, narcissistic, right?

"Dad, your teeth don't hurt anymore?"

Unable to stand the friendship between the two old men, John reminded his father.

Watson held his cheek, it hurt, it hurt too much.

Mr. Granger treated Watson's teeth while John walked aimlessly in the clinic.

Picked up a newspaper, which reported what happened in the Bear Country.

The once well-deserved Big Brother of the world is now in turmoil after experiencing division.

John murmured to himself: "It seems that grandpa has also been involved in these things."

He remembered that his grandfather had some reputation in the local area, which may have come from the government, who wanted to ask him to stabilize the local situation.

Shaking his head, John looked at the newspaper.

A fluffy brown head came over, and when she saw John, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"John!"

John turned around and saw Hermione running over with an incredibly thick book in her arms.

The book was placed on the table, making a dull sound when it came into contact with the table.

"Why are you here? You should tell me."

Hermione was so surprised that she couldn't help complaining. She had invited several friends to her home.

But it seems that the Muggle world is not attractive to wizards, and they have never come here.

She was a little envious of the Weasley family's Burrow, that was really interesting.

John pointed to his father who was having his teeth extracted, and said helplessly: "My father ate too much chocolate, and now he has tooth decay. If you have Alex Belby's wizard card, you'd better give him one."

"Uh..." Hermione blinked. Sometimes she really wondered how Mr. Wick could give birth to a child like John.

"Stop talking about this, do you want to preview the textbook for the next grade?"

Miss Know-It-All would only put down her studies when she was taking risks. Hermione's eyes were bright, and she felt that John must also have previewed.

John wiped his cold sweat, coughed twice and said, "Actually, some things don't need to be so, um, so urgent."

Even though I have blessings, I still can’t bear to read eighteen hours a day.

The King of Gryffindor is so terrifying.

Hermione thought for a while, and then said disappointedly: "Yes, you are so smart."

"No, no, no." John waved his hand hurriedly and explained: "Knowledge is interoperable. When you understand the Floating Curse, you will be able to understand the Flying Curse faster."

John said, giving her a demonstration and taking out some listless lilies in the vase.

Inject magic into the lily, and the flower blooms again, its petals glowing with life.

Handing the lily to Hermione, he chuckled: "Magic is the root. We have to understand it. As long as you understand this, you will find that everything becomes simple."

Hermione held the lily, hesitated a little, and asked slyly: "History of Magic, too?"

"...I guess not."

Little girl, you can easily kill yourself by chatting like this.

John saw Hermione's snickering lips and knew that this was Hermione's intention.

He grinded his back molars up and down, and he was actually fooled by a little girl.

After Watson Wick pulled out his teeth, his relationship with Mr. Granger developed rapidly.

The close look between the two makes people couldn't help but suspect that these two old men have a second youth.

"John, I decided to stay in London for a few days, and Wendell invited me to play golf."

Watson was already good enough to call Mr. Granger by name, which made John more and more suspicious. There wouldn't be any passion between the two old men, right?

The outside world has always said that they are a corrupt country, shouldn’t they?

But it’s better to stay in London, which saves John some time.

He happened to be heading to Knockturn Alley, which was more in line with his expectations.

…

Johnny Silverhand store.

This store that suddenly popped up last year has quickly developed into a large store that replaced Bojin Bock in just one year.

Mundungus always felt that he had contributed a lot, even more than Lord Silverhand, who had never appeared.

With such a mentality, he burst out with great energy and gradually regarded himself as the master.

"Shelby, you stinky guy, you better get out of there!"

The thing that Mundungus was most dissatisfied with was Tommie Shelby. That guy was the airborne security captain who usually gave Mundungus no face at all.

This made Mundungus very angry, and he even considered driving Tang Mi away.

Tang Mi glanced at Mundungus coldly. This shady thief dared to yell at him.

Stupid guy, Johnny Silverhand's development is all based on the connections of that Excellency.

Otherwise, the big shots in the Ministry of Magic and pure-blood families would not let go of such a big piece of cake.

Unfortunately, Mundungus didn't seem to know this.

The way he yells is like a monkey in a suit.

At this time, a person walked in outside. Mundungus was still angry and turned his head to glare at the person fiercely.

A silver mask came into view, a green robe was decorated with gorgeous lace, and his slender body was paired with a slim-fitting vest suit.

On the clothes, the golden watch chain is elegant and noble.

Mundungus stared at the visitor. These mysterious people were not uncommon in Knockturn Alley. He said angrily: "What do you want?"

"what?"

The expression behind the silver mask was unclear, but Mundungus could hear the understatement and slight disdain in his tone.

This made Mundungus angry and yell: "Get out of my store if you don't buy something."

"Your shop? Mundungus, you seem to have forgotten whose place this is."

This voice was somewhat familiar. Mundungus recalled it. His little eyes widened and he screamed, "Are you Mr. Johnny Silverhand?"

Chapter 95 Lupine and Fenrir

"It seems you still remember me, Mundungus."

Under the silver mask, John's tone was cold. He approached Mundungus' face so that Mundungus could see his eyes through the holes in the mask.

"Then...why don't you come out and salute me?"

Mundungus saw that the eyes inside the mask turned into dragon-like eyes, and a pressure fell on him.

Mundungus's body shook uncontrollably, and he rolled out screaming and knelt before John.

"Dear Lord Silverhand, Mundungus Fletcher sends you his sincere and respectful greetings."

The little bit of complacency and arrogance that was originally born turned into nothingness under the appearance of Silver Hand.

Big beads of sweat dripped from Mundungus' ridiculous nose. His voice trembled with fear, and he showed a flattering smile, "Lord Silverhand, this is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

John walked indifferently into the Johnny Silverhand store. The wizards on the security team tensed up. They were werewolves and could sense that the people in front of them were very dangerous.

They looked at their captain and saw Tommy Shelby walking up to John and bending down respectfully.

"Welcome back, Your Excellency."

As the only person who has seen Johnny Silverhand's true face, Tang Mi made all the connections to the store.

He was even more surprised by John's current state. The faint coercion gave him a sense of oppression when facing a superior.

He said respectfully: "We have been waiting for your arrival."

When the security team saw that their captain was like this, they would naturally not point their wands at their boss.

"It seems you like this place."

John was very satisfied with the current Johnny Silverhand store. Mundungus and Tang Mi were in charge of the inside and the other was responsible for the outside, and they managed the place very well.

The mysterious Silver Hand returns, and all the employees in the store come out.

The security team expanded to ten people. In addition to the original four werewolves, a new team composed of Remus Lupin and four other retired batters was added.

Including Tang Mi, the total ten-person team has a combat effectiveness that is not inferior to that of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Mundungus also hired an employee to run the business while he was away.

The young man's name was Kim Ledisley, a big boy who came to work on holiday.

Kim Ledisley was a tall and handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes. When he stood next to Mundungus, a ridiculous sense of humor arose spontaneously.

"Dear Lord Silverhand, this is last year's income. Most of it is deposited in Gringotts, and part of the warehouse is used for business purchases."

Mundungus took out the account book. John's refining alone could not supply such a large shop. He also purchased goods from various places, and some of the shady things were also flowed out through his hands.

John took a brief look and knew that Mundungus was greedy for money.

"Mundungus, I don't want you to be erased from Johnny Silverhand forever."

His simple words scared Mundungus to the ground. He said in fear: "Lord Silverhand, I swear, I absolutely did not."

"Your oath is too cheap." John said lightly.

Mundungus was pulled by a strange force, and his whole body floated towards John.

A hand was strangled around his neck, and Mundungus lifted his feet off the ground, struggling to call for help.

His wand flew out as soon as he took it out. Even a wizard would die if he couldn't breathe.

The feeling of suffocation quickly invaded the brain, and the fear of death made Mundungs ​​regret it.

"That's enough, Lord Silverhand!"

Remus Lupine couldn't stand it first. He took out his wand and pointed it at John, yelling: "You should let him go."

Tang Mi took out his wand and said coldly: "Remus, you should know your identity clearly."

"Let him go? Remus, do you know where the money he has devoured these days comes from?"

Pressing Tang Mi's magic wand, John said calmly: "I have left a fund for every little wizard who is persecuted by the curse. With this fund, even a poor little wizard can have a bottle of wolf every month. You can drink the poison.”

Lupine's expression changed, John's hand tightened slightly, and Mundungus was about to suffocate to death.

He said indifferently: "But this person, he took most of the money from that fund. Do you know what this means?"

Lupine opened his mouth, and finally lowered his wand.

"No, Remus, save me."

Mundungus forced a sound out of his throat and saw Lupine put down his wand, despairing.

He didn't expect that Johnny Silverhand would know all about his little moves. The most deadly thing was the hateful looks of those werewolves.

Lupine has been a werewolf since he was a child. He can understand that werewolves are discriminated against and cannot even get a job when they grow up.

Mundungus' greedy Nat was strangling a young werewolf wizard. How could they not hate it.

Just as Mundungus was about to die, the ruthless hand let go.

He fell to the floor, his body twitching, his mouth and nose greedily breathing air.

The low and cold voice sounded again, "This is the first time, Mundungus, I hope you understand that what I gave you is not much."

"I understand, Lord Silverhand, I will return everything immediately."

Mundungus didn't dare to ask for anything, he crawled and hugged John's legs and swore.

Exquisite wandless spellcasting, coupled with that terrifying power.