Chapter 189：

The aroma of wine wafted over again, and John walked over.

I met a person head-on, and I almost touched that scarred face.

"Wick, what are you doing here?" Moody said roughly.

John took a step back to keep his distance and said apologetically: "Sorry, I think I went the wrong way."

He smiled very appropriately, neither distant nor close.

Bowing slightly to Moody, he turned and walked another way.

Moody stared at him, muttered something on the spot, and walked away with his wooden feet thumping.

…

John didn't visit Zou Wu for a few days. During the last Triwizard Tournament, Hagrid temporarily hid Zou Wu in the cave of Aragog.

Zou Wu was very excited to be released again. His big peony tail was swinging back and forth, which was very beautiful.

John patted its head and could clearly feel that it was very happy to see him.

Zuowu turned over and lay down, his cute eyes seemed to be expecting John to touch it.

Suddenly, Zuowu seemed to smell something, with a suspicious look on his face, he stood up and walked around John twice.

"Ahem, as a student, it makes sense that I smell like a fire dragon, right?"

John said without changing his face, just bullying Zuo Wu for not knowing why the student was related to the fire dragon.

But John also likes Zou Wu a little bit, especially this Zou Wu that looks exactly like a big cat. He is furry and likes to play with cat sticks.

Thinking of this, John opened the gift he brought and lifted the shrinking spell.

A fluffy ball appeared.

As soon as he saw this round object, Zuowu became excited.

John moved the ball out with magic, and Zuowu stepped forward and moved the ball with his big paw.

Every time the ball rolled, Zuowu got excited.

Then, the more it played, the more addicted it became. Finally, John no longer cared about it and started running around chasing the fur ball.

With a smile on his face, John said: "The fur ball I specially made is worth it."

It is not an easy task to withstand the claws of Zuowu's size.

John needs to spend a lot of money to buy the materials, and at the same time, he has to fill them with magic so that they can remain undamaged.

After visiting Zuowu, John was also ready to return the same way.

The cold wind blew across John's cheek, and he saw Hagrid feeding the rune horse some single malt whiskey.

The smell of wine is tangy, and it smells like it during class.

Some young wizards who are not good at drinking always have a red face every time they go there, as if they are drunk.

"Did Hagrid pay for this himself?"

Staring at Hagrid still pouring barrels of wine into the manger, the price alone is quite high.

Hogwarts does not require tuition fees. Funds are obtained through allocations from the Ministry of Magic, fundraising from school directors, and social donations.

Of course, Hogwarts is not the kind to sit back and rest. The founder of the Fourth House has a Hogwarts Foundation, which is responsible for spending money and making money.

There will also be donations and sponsorships from alumni associations in the future.

So John doesn’t know if the consumption of Talisman Horses will be included in these.

In addition, basically any store with a good reputation in the wizarding world in this country will donate money and sponsor Hogwarts, so John is also a sponsor.

Watching what may have been his Galleons being drunk by the Talisman Horse, John could not help but feel a little painful.

Three seconds of physical pain, well, three seconds are up, I’ve earned it back.

John continued walking back.

…

Chapter 213 Dobby’s job and the explosion of the crystal ball

There are a hundred house elves working in the Hogwarts kitchen, so it is normal for John to have a midnight snack or something.

He basically didn’t go there much after the third grade.

Today, he suddenly had a whim.

Walking to the kitchen, he skillfully scratched the pear on the fruit painting.

The pear chuckled and turned into a very green doorknob.

When he opened the door and went in, John heard a high-pitched scream.

"Get out of here, you dishonorable alien!"

John saw an older house elf pointing angrily at a familiar guy.

Taking a closer look, John discovered that it wasn't Dobby.

A group of house elves showed no welcome to Dobby, and there was a familiar guy beside Dobby.

"If I remember correctly, that's Old Barty's Winky." Squinting his eyes, John couldn't figure out why two wild house elves appeared here.

There was still cursing over there, and all kinds of words came out of the mouths of other house elves in the kitchen.

They called Dobby a stranger who had ruined the reputation of house elves, a filthy fellow who demanded payment from the great wizard.

As a house elf from the Malfoy family, Dobby has long been used to this.

He faces criticism fearlessly, but Shining does not have such a good psychological quality.

Twinkle cried very loudly, from a low voice at first to a soprano later on.

John walked in, and the house elf who was still scolding Dobby immediately lowered his tone.

"John Wick."

Dobby ran over in surprise, waving his hands excitedly, and said, "Dobby knew that one day he would meet John Wick again."

It ran over, and Twinkle was still crying.

The house elves who took the lead in scolding Dobby looked disgusted and distant, and did not want to have anything to do with Dobby.

"When did you come, Dobby."

"Today, sir, Dobby is here to work today. The pay is one galleons a week and one day off every month. Professor Dumbledore initially said that he would give me ten galleons a week. Dobby still has to bargain for it. Come for this price.”

Dobby had a lingering fear on his face, as if he would be tortured by someone using the Cruciatus Curse if he accepted so much money.

As soon as it said that, the house elves around it couldn't help but curse a few more times, as if what it took was not a galleung, but a big dung.

Although one galleung is not much, in the world of house elves, it is completely explosive, not to mention that there is still a month and one day off.

This simply subverted the house elves' worldview. The other house elves cursed Dobby and didn't want to stay with him.

But when the noble wizard Professor Dumbledore opened his mouth, they could only accept Dobby, an alien, to work with them.

"Well, I didn't expect that."

Shrugging, John didn't expect to meet Dobby again.

Twinkle was still crying, so John had to divert his attention and asked: "How much did Twinkle get paid?"

As a result, Twinkle cried harder, her tears were like bursting from a dam, and she screamed: "Twinkle was kicked out, but Twinkle hasn't fallen to that level yet."

Well, Dobby is probably the only one among the house elves who is an alien.

John was not optimistic about giving house elves equal rights, but he didn't really want to care about it either.

In the kitchen, he also saw a spot that had been wiped clean. The old house elf said proudly: "That was cleaned by Puffy. It was the place where Miss Greengrass cooked."

Puffy is the name of the older house elf.

It seems that for house elves, being able to serve wizards alone is a great honor.

The other house elves also looked envious, and John walked over.

There are neatly arranged knives on the table, from the smallest paring knife to various knives, and even something similar to a crescent guillotine.

These things are wiped spotless and sharpened every day.

There is also a material area, with various fresh fruits and many meats kept fresh by magic. There are also various kinds of flour, and various cereals and nuts are placed neatly in bottles.

John was stunned when he saw it. With such a configuration, it would be an exaggeration to say that it brought the market in.

He also saw a small notebook in which Daphne's cooking notes were recorded.

He wanted to open it, but thought it was Daphne's thing, so he held back.

Good friends should not pry into privacy.

Although this may record the source of John's pain.

After turning around, John left the kitchen.

Before leaving, all the house elves bowed to see him off.

Those who didn’t know, thought they were sending John away.

…

A week has passed since the first project, and the heart that was originally brave enough to fight the fire dragon has been gradually brought back to reality by the course.

At least John was in the corridor and no one could see anyone provoking Filch as a fire dragon and then being caught and sent to solitary confinement.

Don't get me wrong, Filch's second youth is not about his romantic encounters, but about his physical fitness.

After experiencing an incident last school year where he was so dumped that he couldn't even see the taillights of a car, Filch worked hard and continued to exercise, finally allowing himself to break through his shackles.

In the past, I was out of breath when I climbed up to the third floor. Now I can go up to the eighth floor without difficulty.

John congratulated him and sent some weight-bearing steel blocks and a pair of shoes with acceleration function.

This made Filch very happy, and he caught three nocturnal little wizards in one go at night.

These little wizards couldn't understand why Filch, who was originally on the first floor, reached the fifth floor in ten seconds.

The young Gryffindor wizard was only one step away from the lounge. As soon as he turned around, Filch at the end of the corridor had appeared behind him and took him away.

Even the twins who like to go out at night don’t dare to go out casually now.

"Another day to contribute to improving the learning environment at Hogwarts."

John nodded happily.

Divination class.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether John comes or not, because Professor Trelawney is always partial to him.

Staring at the crystal ball, John could already see something in the fog.

"It was black, and death was immersed below. They longed to drag life into it. Water is life and poisonous. Once you drink it, you can't stop until it dries up.

The warrior's choice allows blood to fight, death blooms in the night, and the unquenchable flame takes away the beloved. "

His eyes were unknowingly covered with a layer of gray, and his voice was hollow and hoarse, like an empty can.

Trelawney came in front of him at some point, and she stopped the others from continuing to noisily make up lies.

Her voice trembled slightly and she called softly: "Dear?"

John's eyes moved away from the crystal ball, and his gray-white eyes looked mysterious and terrifying.

The grayness in his eyes disappeared, and John felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Lavender was so frightened that her trembling voice sounded, and she said tremblingly: "John started prophesying death again."

Taking a deep breath, John dispelled the uncomfortable feeling.

Cracks appeared on the crystal ball, and then the ball exploded.

Even Trelawney was startled, clutching her heart.

This scene made everyone feel ominous. Harry and Ron had reconciled. They stared at John with surprise and uncertainty on their faces.