I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"Good morning kick."

Reaching out to pick up the cat rubbing against his feet, John was satisfied with Fluffy.

The cat called Kick meowed, and three more cats ran out.

They gathered around John's feet, and John also took out the canned cat food he had brought.

Tom wagged his tail in dissatisfaction and circled around. He promised to take himself for a walk, but ended up feeding the cat here.

An old lady was walking slowly with a cane. John saw her and greeted her: "Mrs. Figg, good morning."

Arabella Figg smiled when she saw John. No one knew that this ordinary-looking old lady was actually a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

She was a Squib, and Dumbledore asked her to watch over Harry.

Six months ago, there was one more person on Mrs. Figg's care list.

It was John Wick in front of him.

Dumbledore came to the door himself, he wanted to know the student.

Mrs. Figg had a good impression of John, because the boy always came to take care of his cat.

He likes fluffy as much as Dumbledore likes sweets, and because of this, Dumbledore made up his mind to make John the temporary holder of the Philosopher's Stone.

John didn't know that he might have to thank the old lady in front of him, and he rubbed the four kittens separately.

"It's better to be a cat outside, it won't suddenly become an older cat girl."

After John satisfied his fur control, he was about to leave when he realized that someone seemed to be watching him.

"Spy on me?"

His first thought was Death Eaters, but that was quickly overruled.

The Death Eater he met last time was because the other party was looking for Nicole Flamel, but this time he didn't think the other party would come all the way to spy on him.

He is not the savior Harry Potter, and has absolutely no monitoring value for Death Eaters.

After he got up, he looked as usual, Tom stopped to circle, and after John said goodbye to Mrs. Figg, he took Tom for a jog.

"Gone?"

After leaving Privet Drive, John found that the sense of surveillance was gone.

He had some doubts in his heart, and when he continued his morning run the next day, that sight appeared again.

This time John saw it for real, it was a guy who wrapped his whole body like a skin disease.

After jogging out of Privet Drive, that person did not follow.

"Could it be spying on Harry?"

Considering that Harry had already left, John thought it was still impossible.

Confused, John dropped something out of his pocket while running on the third day.

Seeing the thing shining in the sun, the person wrapped all over his body suddenly had golden eyes.

He immediately trotted over and picked up the things.

It was a gold Galleon, and now he smiled.

"Good luck never fails."

Putting Jin Gallon away, he didn't chase him out to monitor John.

At night, John walked out of the house under the disillusionment spell.

In his hand was a piece of parchment, but not the Marauder's Map.

There is only a simple arrow on this piece of parchment, and as John moves, the arrow on the paper changes constantly.

Finally John walked into a house.

The house was poor and simple, with nothing in it, only a fireplace and a tent that had been erected.

John came to the fireplace, which was connected to the Floo network.

"Let me guess, head to Diagon Alley."

Grabbing a handful of floo powder, John called out the name of Diagon Alley.

A green fire swallowed him, and the next second he appeared in another fireplace.

With some chimney ashes on his nose, John wiped the black ash off and found himself in a shop in Diagon Alley.

"If you can't find that guy, you can go shopping."

With a thought in mind, John re-applied a disillusionment spell and walked out.

The people in Diagon Alley became rare at night, and he held the positioning map he made in his hand.

Going all the way along the map arrow, he found that there were fewer people.

And the people around are wearing cloaks to cover their bodies, and some people are trading there.

With a mysterious appearance, it is probably not something legal.

"Knockturn Alley?"

Before he knew it, John came to Knockturn Alley.

This place is just next door to Diagon Alley, but it's a very different place.

Here is a lot of illegal transactions, and the person monitoring John is dealing with someone.

"You are too greedy, do you know how much effort I spent to make it?"

The man had changed into a cloak and was yelling at the boss in a shop.

The boss glanced at him, and said with a mocking tone: "How much effort? This thing is a small looking glass, Mundungus Fletcher, the quality of things you stole is getting lower and lower. "

The man known as Mundungus Fletcher, who had been watching John, slammed the door and left in a huff.

But he still didn't dare to get angry and rob the Le Bo Jinbok antique shop.

I had no choice but to leave here by myself.

Mundungus, who was walking outside, was going to go to the Leaky Cauldron to relieve his worries and see if there were any stupid Kaizi who could make him a fortune.

"Unlucky day, Dumbledore asked me to pay more attention to that kid, so that I didn't have time to steal things, forget about Harry Potter, why should this kid be." Mundungus complained in a low voice.

If there is time for monitoring, it is better to let yourself earn more money.

Before he could carry out his plan, he felt his wand against his lower back as he passed a section of Knockturn Alley.

"Don't move, if you want a hole in your stomach, just pretend I didn't say so."

Mundungus' legs trembled in fright, and he said in a trembling voice, "Calm down, I still have a few Galleons with me, you can take them."

He cursed in his heart that he was unlucky, that he was blackmailed by others.

He wanted to take the opportunity to use the wand to escape, but before he could touch the wand, the wand was pulled from his waist.

Physical disarm.

It was completely over now, and Mundungus didn't dare to move.

John led him into the corner of the path, and threatened in a low voice: "It seems that you are not honest."

Mundungus sneered: "No, absolutely not, I'm just a little too scared."

"Hehe." John didn't believe his words at all, and he deliberately lowered his voice, which made Mundungus unclear about John's identity.

At this time, John also knew who asked him to come and monitor him, but he didn't expect it to be Dumbledore.

He thought about it, it should be to protect himself.

John had encountered Death Eaters in France, and perhaps because of this, he asked the person who watched and protected Harry to take care of it.

John's own guess was actually a good guess. John is not what he used to be. He is the inheritor of Nicole Flamel's intellectual legacy.

Not to mention the future, just those Nicole Flamel's experimental manuscripts are enough to drive some malicious people crazy.

Now that he knew he wasn't a Death Eater, John had no intention of dealing with him.

But he had an idea, and it occurred to him that he might be able to use this person to start a business in Knockturn Alley.

Just when Mundungus felt that he might be dead on the street today, John said, "Do you want to make some money, Mundungus Fletcher."

"Make money?" Mundungus didn't expect that someone would pay for the robbery.

He couldn't understand what the other party meant, but he knew that if he didn't agree, it would probably be miserable.

"I have a few props that I need you to help me deal with. After they are sold, the account will be split."

Although not all of John's props are lethal, some of them were made when he was studying black magic.

Diagon Alley will not buy this kind of thing, it can only be sold in Knockturn Alley.

"You just need to answer whether you are willing or not, and I won't force you." Even though John said so, the wand pierced Mundungus' back with pain.

He nodded hastily, wishing to nod his head off.

John smiled, and he took out a few dangerous props from the small bag he carried with him.

"In three days, I need to see the golden Garen."

After leaving these words, John removed the wand from Mundungus' waist.

Relieved, Mundungus hastily picked up his disarmed wand.

He looked at those few props, a golden light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and even the fear just now disappeared.

"It's such a delicate thing, that old guy Bojin will definitely be interested."

He looked around and hurriedly put the things in his arms carefully.

And all of this was seen by John, he did not leave, but watched Mundungus turn his head and return to the Bojinbok antique shop.

When he came out again, he already had many Galleons in his hand.

After hesitating for a while, he divided Garen into two, thinking that maybe he could hide a little of the other.

It's just that as soon as he had this thought, he felt the familiar tingling pain in his waist again.

He was so scared that he hurriedly put down the money.

[-]% of the money that was put down was taken out, and John's voice sounded: "As I said, [-]% of the bill, if you want to continue, use this thing to contact me."

John threw out a piece of parchment, and Mundungus picked it up after hesitating for a while.

He stood there for a long time, not daring to move, and only after he was sure that John had left did he express his gratitude for the rest of his life.

Looking at the Jin Jialong who made more money than himself by stealing things, he fell into deep thought.