Chapter 441：

Dumbledore smiled kindly and said in a relaxed tone: "Harry is the discoverer of this thing. Strictly speaking, he is the owner."

John sneered, glanced at Harry who was still standing there, and said, "Tea? Pumpkin juice?"

"I think the one last time was pretty good," Dumbledore answered for Harry, winking, "It's just good, isn't it?"

"Greedy." John said.

The little golden man struggled to open the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of golden, glowing wine.

It was also the first time for Harry to see this kind of wine. After he sat down, he watched several golden figures cooperate to hand the wine to John.

John snapped his fingers, and an exquisite and expensive goblet appeared in front of Harry.

John opened the wine bottle, and the wine inside was obviously poured into the air, but strangely appeared in the wine glass.

"Thank you," Dumbledore calmly picked up the glass and took a sip, saying with emotion, "It's really delicious."

"Let's get down to business."

John glanced at the dishonest Dumbledore, put a hand on his chin, and said lazily and nonchalantly: "You want to trade with me?"

"Then what's the price... Dumbledore?"

This scene seems full of contradictions.

An old man over a hundred years old and a student who is still in school.

It turned out to be the students who seemed to be taking the lead.

Dumbledore changed the topic and said with a smile: "I think you can open a bottle of wine for the owner of the cargo. I can see your respect."

John frowned, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

There was no respect in his words, nor was Dumbledore angry.

Acting no different from the usual kind old man outside, Dumbledore smiled gently and said: "Harry is the one who talks business with you."

Harry was confused. When did he say he was coming to discuss business?

He looked up at Dumbledore and saw Dumbledore's eyes full of trust under his half-moon glasses.

"Oh?" John joked, "Okay then, let Harry talk to me, but you have to come up with the chips first."

"Whether it's trading or gambling, we always have to see if the chips are qualified to be on the table."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore motioned to Harry to show the thing.

Harry took out the gold locket from his clothes. The snake-shaped markings on it all revealed the identity of the item.

"I still underestimated fate," John said with emotion, "You discovered this thing."

"It's Mundungus who wants to steal it." Harry shook his head.

"Mundungus," John said with a meaningless word, "Let's start trading."

John's originally lazy posture straightened up, and instantly an aggressive aura came towards Harry's door.

He said meaningfully: "Set your conditions."

"Money? Fame? Status? Props? Potions? Or do you want to experience rejuvenation?"

The latter sentence was said to Dumbledore.

The background of the second king allows him to easily offer conditions that ordinary people will not get in their lifetime.

Looking at Harry, John exuded the domineering aura of a superior man.

A student as young as himself said this, and Harry couldn't even find a point to refute.

Because he knew clearly that John did not exaggerate.

This locket is like a wishing machine at this moment.

The huge pressure made Harry breathless. Dumbledore whispered: "Harry, just follow your heart."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to have magic, making Harry breathe calmly.

He recalled Mrs. Weasley lying on the hospital bed, not even the therapist could save her.

He makes his own decision.

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Chapter 465 Trelawney talking nonsense

"I want you to heal Mrs. Weasley."

After Harry finished speaking, the only sound left in the Star Club was the sound of clouds rolling through the dome.

He looked at John nervously. Mrs. Weasley's poison was difficult to cure.

Even Potions Master Snape shook his head and conducted research before he could come up with the answer. It was a very vicious curse.

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

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

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

But he was still determined to do so. Mrs. Weasley treated him like her own son and gave him the feeling of a mother.

He stared at John with an expression that changed from joking at the beginning, to surprise later, and then to anger.

Angry?

Why be angry?

John suppressed his anger and looked sideways at Dumbledore.

"Is this what you mean, Dumbledore?" John looked at the two people opposite him coldly, "Are you trying to humiliate me?"

"No! I just want to save Mrs. Weasley..." Harry explained in a panic. He didn't understand. Was John unable or didn't want to?

John laughed angrily at him, "Really? So in your opinion, I would use Percy's mother as a condition for trading with others?"

The unexpected anger made Harry feel a pressure that would crush human bones.

"Don't look at me with your narrow eyes, Harry Potter!" John suppressed his angry words and made the starlight in the dome disappear.

The rumble of thunder sounded, and terrifying blue thunder and lightning flashed between the clouds and mist.

Dumbledore spoke, with a hint of joy in his eyes, "Harry didn't mean that, he was just concerned and confused."

Harry felt the pressure on his body disappear. He didn't expect that his words would make John so angry.

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

John closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes disappeared.

The dome turned clear again, and the little golden man who had been squatting under the table when the apocalypse just happened ran out and turned back into dreamlike golden words.

"I don't want to say it a second time." John said unhappy, "If you still want to continue trading."

Harry seemed to have received an amnesty. He had been very nervous just now.

It was like John would suddenly turn into a fire dragon and swallow himself in one bite.

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

He wishfully believed that John's boredom with the Order of the Phoenix would prevent John from accepting any help.

But in fact, apart from her role in the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley is also the mother of John Wick's friend.

John is a Slytherin, he has all the characteristics of a Slytherin.

As the kings of Slytherin, they have unlimited 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 the difference between 'a group of people' and 'outsiders'.

Harry is the outsider, but Mrs. Weasley and Ginny are not.

They are Percy's dear mother and lovely sister.

The so-called loving the house and the bird should be like this.

Now that he had received John's promise that he would treat Mrs. Weasley, Harry felt relieved.

So what will he choose?

Harry's mind was working rapidly and he looked at Dumbledore. The kind old man did not urge him.

The Star Club is 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 must be what John can give.

The palms of my hands were sweaty, and I wiped them on my pants again and again.

Harry's expression changed again and again, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

"I want a powerful wand."

What Harry thought about was that he needed to give Dumbledore a wand. His wand was taken away by Grindelwald.

John's expressionless face finally changed when he heard this.

"A magic wand?"

He chuckled, "I can agree to your deal."

Leaning back in the chair and placing the crosses on his legs, John said calmly: "It's your turn to pay the price."

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

"Please allow me to do some basic checks before completing the transaction."

John didn't take it immediately. The sound he made from across the table made Dumbledore's pupils shrink.

"Open."

It was a cold, hoarse voice.

Harry didn't hear it. To him, John was speaking normally.

The originally closed gold locket opened instantly, and a black air filled the air, accompanied by a bewitching voice.

"close."

The box is closed.

Moved from in front of Harry to in front of John.

Picking up the locket, John said without changing his expression: "The transaction is completed."

"As for that wand, I will give you one that is powerful enough."

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

After they dispersed, a black wand lying on a velvet cushion appeared.

"Crystal wand core, made of elder wood."

"This is a wand for a warmonger."

John picked up the wand, waved it gently and handed it to Harry, saying meaningfully: "Use it well."

Harry took the wand and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the wand and said, "Thank you, Harry."

He took the wand, and as soon as he got it, Dumbledore could see that this wand was unusual.

This wand can amplify his magic.

"I think our deal is over," John ordered, "Both of you."

Dumbledore stood up quickly, and Harry followed behind Dumbledore.

As he was about to leave, John called Harry.