I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 150 Tired Ian

The ear-piercing siren sound exploded in my ears, and the clanging train gradually slowed down and stopped beside the platform.

"Fred, do you think we can just escape our mother's stalking this time?" George said.

"Of course it can be done!" Fred said confidently, "I have made sufficient preparations this time, and I will definitely surprise Mom!"

While they were chatting, John got up and quickly scanned the crowd through the window, and finally found the figure he hadn't seen for a long time beside a stone pillar.

Compared with when we parted, Ian looked more vicissitudes and exhaustion.

His gray hair had lost its luster and hung on top of his head like withered grass blades.

"Fred, George!" The angry voice directly overwhelmed the noisy crowd, "We are here, come here quickly, don't run around!"

Fred, who was about to sneak away, stopped and sighed: "Mom's eyes are like trackers, no matter where we are, she can find us."

"Maybe John betrayed us. He stood at the window, and Mom knew we were here too!"

George put his arm around John's shoulder vigorously with one hand, and several people squeezed out of the train along the turbulent flow of people.

"John, let's go first, see you in the store in a few days!"

Fred winked at John, said something loudly, and tried to squeeze past the passionately embracing students and parents, and walked towards Mrs. Weasley.

Looking at the angry faces and clenched fists of each parent, John felt that if those people hadn't tried to maintain their image in front of their children, Fred and George would have been beaten up!
Saying goodbye to Dennis and Shanna, John walked to Ian's side.

Although the big and small wizards around let go of their voices and kept roaring, Ian was not affected at all.

Leaning against the stone pillar, he swung his head down again and again, sleeping soundly.

"Grandpa!" John yelled.

Ian seemed to be taken aback, his head was raised rapidly, his body lost balance due to the sudden force, and fell on his back.

John quickly dodged behind Ian to brace him.

Ian's old bones couldn't stand the violent impact.

"Thank you, John." Ian breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on John's body, "I thought I was going to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds for a while!"

"Grandpa!" John gritted his teeth and complained, "If you don't get up again, I may really have to go to the hospital."

"Hey, how long has it been? Are you not even willing to lean on grandpa for a while?"

Ian shook his head in disgust, got up and waved his hands,
"Come on, let's go home."

John followed Ian out of the platform, squeezed through a twisted water pipe with a puff, and they appeared in Diagon Alley, looking up at the very familiar shop.

"John, are you on vacation? I haven't seen you for a long time. How is this semester going?"

Mrs. Mojin heard the movement, walked to the door of the store and took a look, a kind smile appeared on her face immediately.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Malkin." John finished greeting with a smile, and continued, "The days at school were not bad, and I met a few friends, but compared with the days when you were together, I feel a little bit worse. .”

Mrs. Mojin's smile became brighter and brighter: "Then take advantage of this holiday to have fun! Come to my store when you are free some other day. I have a newly designed outfit. You can try it on and see if it looks good!"

"Thank you, ma'am!"

John happily replied that whoring for nothing always makes people happy.

Ian waited until Mrs. Malkin walked into the store, and complained in a low voice: "I have been her neighbor for so long, but she has never delivered clothes, and I even helped her repair the shaky doors and windows!"

"Maybe." John looked Ian up and down, "It might be because you are not as cute as me, Madam Malkin thinks it doesn't make much difference what you wear."

Ian opened his mouth, he wanted to refute, but couldn't find a point to refute.

"Hmph, I'm old now, like when I was young, I was also a handsome guy who was famous far and wide!"

He retorted weakly, and strode towards the door angrily.

With a bang, he rudely opened the hanging door lock.

The wooden door was pushed in, and the air was disturbed.The dust accumulated on the ground and shelves flew up angrily, gathered in the air and rushed towards Ian.

John hurriedly dispersed the dust with his magic wand, saving Ian who was coughing constantly.

"Grandpa, how long has it been since you came back?"

Ian's face changed slightly, and he muttered indistinctly: "It's not long, maybe a few days."

Ok?
John stared at Ian suspiciously.

How many days can such thick dust accumulate?
You are fooling the child!

"Maybe it was half a month? I can't remember clearly. People's memory is not very good when they are old. Anyway, it definitely didn't exceed a month."

Ian tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked into the house at a faster speed.

"You will clean up the store in a while, and I will go to rest for a while and check again!"

John wanted to ask again, but saw that Ian had already slipped up to the second floor like flying.

This old man is definitely hiding something from me!
Suddenly, thoughts flashed through John's mind.

Could it be related to Wright?
He remembered that someone gave Ian a few pieces of props before school started.

There are clues about Wright's disappearance.

Maybe grandpa found something in it?
Although I haven't been able to get confirmation from Ian yet.

But based on what he knew about Ian, he could almost conclude that this incident was definitely related to that incident.

Because with Ian's lazy temperament, he can leave everything behind, and the only person who expends a lot of energy on this should be Wright.

Almost thinking it through, John no longer struggled with this problem, he took out his wand and summoned a gust of wind.

They danced around the room, and after a while, the dust in the room disappeared.

The ground, tables, chairs, and shelves seemed to be licked over and over again with someone's tongue, and they all glowed at a glance.

My descaling spell has improved again.

John nodded in satisfaction, turned over the sign hanging on the door, and turned the open side to the outside.

Although there are no people in Diagon Alley now, what if someone continues to use some kind of props!
A little bit is a little bit!

But unfortunately, until the stars lighted up, the street outside gradually fell into darkness, and no one came to inquire about the price.

His shop is less populated than the African savannah.

John sighed, closed the store door, and when he went upstairs and passed Ian's bedroom, he gently opened the door and took a look.

Ian was still lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, and the dinner that was placed on the table for him had not moved.

I don't know how long he hasn't rested, it's like he's going to sleep and won't wake up.

John couldn't help feeling a little worried, wondering if he should take Ian to the hospital.

The old man is almost a hundred years old now, and he is inferior to those young people, and cannot withstand most of the tossing.

(End of this chapter)