Chapter 433：

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

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

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

Conscience begins to disappear after being blinded by money.

John doesn't care about that, even if the money can expand his industry a lot.

Malfoy came to Silverhand Manor. He was very proud of himself recently.

After officially confirming the relationship with Astoria, the family business suddenly picked up again.

Even now those **** lips are much plumper than usual.

When John saw him, he couldn't help laughing.

"Stop laughing." Malfoy said angrily, "I tried every method but nothing worked."

"Then I would suggest you go to Silver Cross Hospital, where there are therapists who specialize in dealing with curse injuries." John advertised his hospital.

"It's too expensive," Malfoy said with a frightened expression. "A test costs one hundred galleons."

This hospital, established less than two years ago, is still very young, but the equipment inside is no worse than St. Mungo's.

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

Especially expert consultation is ridiculously expensive.

This kind of thing has been in the newspapers more than once.

"That's because you don't have medical insurance," John spread his hands and said helplessly, "What makes you not a Knockturn Alley person."

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

By the way, Lucius, a well-known curator, does not have medical insurance because of his vigilance. The Museum of Dark Arts is in Diagon Alley.

Every time he went to Silver Cross Hospital for a check-up, Lucius would spend double the price.

"No way, that's the rule." John shrugged. Originally, this medical insurance was used to attract talents to Knockturn Alley.

There are three ways to obtain it. The first is to have a job in Knockturn Alley, the second is to live in Knockturn Alley, and the third is to be an employee of Silverhand.

The Malfoy family has none of the three, so it obviously does not qualify.

"Okay." Malfoy muttered dissatisfiedly, his lips looking funny.

It was not without trouble that Malfoy came over. He brought a piece of news for John.

"Mum met Bellatrix once," Malfoy said. "Bellatrix has a connection with Voldemort."

"What did they say?" John asked suddenly.

"I don't know," Malfoy shook his head and said, "Bellatrix deliberately concealed it, and even mother only heard a sentence."

Malfoy looked strange and said: "Stoat."

"Stoat?" John repeated, feeling strange.

That was the news that Narcissa overheard, and it seemed to be a target of Voldemort.

"Stoat" can be used as a title. Is it a person or a place?

"It seems that Voldemort is indeed constantly wooing some beings."

John fell into deep thought. Voldemort's trace was unknown. There had been no movement since he appeared in a foreign country.

Unlike Grindelwald, John saw Grindelwald from the newspaper.

He is wanted, but his followers have risen to thirty people.

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

Although there was no evidence that he did it, the Ministry of Magic still blamed him.

This made Grindelwald wanted across the country.

Appeared again, his deeds were in another snowy country.

However, his followers didn't seem to follow him, and there were only two people following him.

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

"Make peace of mind first."

He prioritized dealing with Voldemort.

"Is it because we don't have enough chips? Why don't we take action yet?"

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

The five hidden pure-blood families were wiped out by him again, and even the plan to split the werewolves was shattered.

"The next step for him is to either seek help from abroad, or continue to win over dark creatures."

John took off the ring on his finger.

The emerald green ring symbolizes the power of the Silver Hand.

After several years of operation, John had the ability to compete with others.

He doesn't want to capsize at this moment.

Whether it's Voldemort or himself, only one can survive.

"You have to grow up quickly, Voldemort." John didn't want to search for Voldemort all over the world.

"Draco." He suddenly called Malfoy.

Malfoy: "?"

"Little Barty is waiting for you in the garden," John said with a harmless smile. "He feels the need to strengthen you. After all, you can't even dodge the Wasp Curse."

Malfoy's expression changed drastically, come again?

Are you still giving people a break on Christmas?

"This is to keep you alive, Draco." John chuckled, "Carelessness can lead to death."

Malfoy curled his lips and muttered: "I don't have medical insurance." If he gets injured, he has to pay for it himself.

John watched him leave with a grimace.

Standing in Silver Hand Manor, it seems that this place only looks like a house when the banquet begins.

"It's a bit deserted." John looked at the empty manor.

There is nothing remotely Christmassy here.

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

"Going home for the holidays might be a good choice."

Speaking of which, he never came home even once on Christmas Day.

In this case, John plans to go home this year.

"I remember Dad wanted an owl."

In the magical world, if you want to communicate with your family, you need to rely on owls.

John came to the fireplace of Silverhand Manor. The flame inside turned blue, and he stepped inside.

The flames engulfed him, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at the fireplace of the Star Club.

He walked out, and the golden words turned into little people, jumping over.

John flexed his fingers to fend off the little guy who wanted to jump on his shoulders, and came to one of the doors and opened it.

When he came out again, he had a thief-looking gray owl in his hand.

Big head, round amber eyes.

Doesn't seem very smart.

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

He walked to the door and opened it, 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 difficult for the great wizard Dumbledore. He has to stay here even on Christmas."

Dumbledore was not embarrassed. Instead, he blinked and said, "As a gatekeeper, I feel that I need to fulfill my duties faithfully."

"Haha." John smiled emotionlessly.

If you believe you have ghosts, aren't you just afraid that something will happen to your Holy Grail at Hogwarts?

"Then you have really good ears." John said, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or ridicule.

Turning around and closing the door, he just saw Dumbledore holding the wand in his hand.

They probably thought that the Star Club had been invaded.

Even without the Elder Wand, this man is still the most powerful wizard in the world.

There was no way to stop his prying eyes even through a door.

John returned to the fireplace. The Gray Owl wanted to stand on John's shoulders, but he stopped him.

"If Basil finds out, your hair will be pulled out."

That was Basil’s exclusive seat, and Basil was very vindictive.

Like carrying a little chicken, he carried Gray Owl into the fireplace regardless of Gray Owl's protest.

Blue flames engulfed the two of them.

Dumbledore just left outside the door.

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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 his father Watson, who was trying to put his wizard king on the Christmas tree.

Mrs. Wick glanced at him, turned around and continued to make herself a cup of black tea.

Watson was not angry either. He placed the protesting wizard chess pieces on the Christmas tree one by one.

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

"Shut up, you just caught the mouse for me."

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

When the Silver Knight saw the scenery here, he immediately changed his mind, "The scenery here is really good."

Suddenly, a gray owl flew over and looked at the silver knight with its head tilted.

Watson was startled by this guy who appeared out of nowhere.

"Where does this come from?" said Watson.

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

Regardless of the fact that the Silver Knight was pecked by the Gray Owl and screamed, Watson said in surprise: "John!"

When Mrs. Wick heard the sound, her hand shook and the black tea spilled onto the table.

She looked back and saw John standing there.

Ignoring wiping, Mrs. Wick ran over.

A family of three reunited.

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