I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Bad Premonition

Walking out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, John walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower absent-mindedly.

"John Brock!"

A somewhat broken roar due to excitement and anger exploded in the corridor.

John followed the sound.

Filch, staring distortedly, limped towards him.

It was the first time John had seen him run so fast.

It's like stepping on two hot wheels!
"It's so late, you dare to violate the school rules so blatantly! You must be severely punished! I will make you remember what you should do and what you should not do!"

Filch reached out his wrinkled hand to grab John's arm.

But John turned sideways and dodged it.

Filch became more and more angry, and his eyeballs bulged out: "No matter what reason you have! You have to go with me to see Professor McGonagall now, and she will let you"

Before Filch could speak, Dumbledore's voice came from not far away: "Filch, I have something to do with him."

"Deng, Dumbledore? You." Filch opened his mouth and said reluctantly, "Yes"

"Let him go back to the dormitory, and I will explain it to Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore.

Filch looked at Dumbledore, then at John, hesitated for a moment, turned around unwillingly, cursed in a low voice and left.

Without saying a word, John waved to Dumbledore to express his thanks, and walked back to the tower in silence.

"what happened to you?"

On the way up the stairs, Roach saw that John's condition was not right, so he couldn't help asking with concern.

"Well, why don't you just talk?" Roach looked at John who was silent all the way, scratched his head and said, "How about I tell you two stories?"

But John still ignored him.

This made Roach even more confused.

After the last incident, he completely lost John's trust.

As soon as he said this, John would rush up and yell at him for plastic surgery.

Anyway, no matter what, it will never be as peaceful as it is now.

Roach opened his mouth and was about to speak, but John had disappeared into the stairs.

"Roach, have you provoked him again?"

The surrounding portraits asked angrily, and some even rolled up their sleeves and prepared to do it.

If Luo Qi's answer dissatisfied them a little bit, they would let him understand why the flowers are so popular today!
"Injustice!"

Roach looked around and saw that the others didn't quite believe him.

But he didn't dare to refute loudly, for fear of arousing everyone's anger.

He had no choice but to sigh and walk to the corner again, holding his head in distress and sitting down.

On the other side, John pushed open the door.

The snoring sound immediately hit his eardrums.

John waved his wand, and the curtains hanging on Dennis's bed frame immediately closed, and the snoring disappeared instantly.

Dennis' snoring was excruciating, so John cast a soundproofing spell on his curtains.

The effect is quite good.

Gently pulling the chair away, John sat down at the desk.

The moonlight streamed down on him like running water.

There was an oppressive silence all around.

Hermes, who was on the owl stand, took a few steps uneasily, spread his wings and flew to the table, lowered his head and pecked lightly on John's hand a few times.

Seems to be comforting John.

"Thank you, Hermes."

John raised his hand and gently stroked Hermes' feathers.

He can't describe how he feels right now.

Just feel out of sorts.

If Ian really knew the secrets in his head all along.

So what did Ian think of him?
grandson?

Or do you have another idea?

John stared at Hermes, his eyes slowly lost.

Various images of him getting along with Ian emerged in his mind.

"grandfather!"

John, who was only three years old, climbed up a high chair with great effort, and opened a box that Ian had labeled as dangerous.

As soon as he opened it, his eyes met a black poisonous snake.

He was startled, jumped off the chair, and rushed out of the house yelling.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked from outside the door.

"Grandpa, there are snakes!" John yelled.

"Is there a snake?" Ian blinked suspiciously.

John replied very quickly: "I opened a box, and a poisonous snake came out of it!"

"Little brat!" Ian's eyes widened instantly, he stepped in front of John, and kicked him aside.

Ian hurriedly waved his wand to trap the snake in place, and then stretched out his hand to let the snake bite.

"Big drawer in my room, black bottle, antidote!"

As soon as Ian finished speaking, he passed out, and the poisonous snake disappeared with him.

Only later did John know that the poisonous snake was called Tuck's snake.

If it is released, it will always follow the person it sees first.

And the toxicity will become stronger and stronger.

The only way to resist it is for others to control the snake and give it a bite.

"Ian Bullock!"

Madam Malkin angrily grabbed John's arm and dragged him into the house.

The clothes on both of them were torn, and their faces were painted black.

At that time, he was just four years old, and he stole two small round iron balls from Ian's drawer and slipped to Madam Malkin's shop to play.

But I didn't expect it to explode while playing.

Although under the protection of Mrs. Malkin, he was not harmed, but many clothes in the clothing store were blown into a pile of pieces.

After listening to Mrs. Malkin's story, Ian gritted his teeth and paid the compensation, and then made a meal of fried meat on John's ass.

John still remembers that smell all those years later!
"John, let me tell you, don't believe me, when I was young."

It was when he was seven years old that he first showed an interest in making props.

Ian took out a few prop parts and taught him how to assemble them.

With the help of the buff superimposed by the little golden dragon, John can learn it almost instantly, showing an amazing talent.

Ian was very happy that day, and he drank directly at dinner and got drunk.

Dragging John abruptly to the top of the building, the two of them were bathed in the moonlight, and Ian recounted his glorious past over and over again.

Thinking about John, a smile appeared on his face, and his heart gradually settled down.

Although Ian may know the secret in his heart.

But judging from Ian's current behavior, Ian really treats him as his own grandson.

Moreover, he took the initiative to help him hide his secrets and protect his safety.

John took a deep breath, and suddenly thought of that unruly old man.

He took out the double-sided mirror from the leather bag, activated it and said softly, "Grandpa?"

But there was no response for a long time.

John tapped the mirror again and called, "Grandpa?"

But still no one responded.

Are you asleep?
John put the two-way mirror on the table, tilted his head and thought.

Although Ian always goes to bed late, maybe he went to bed earlier today?

but
John had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
(End of this chapter)