I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 153 I Find You A Teacher
Pushing open the bedroom door, Ian quickly ran to the wardrobe, opened the door, and threw all the contents on the floor indiscriminately.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

John looked at this scene in a daze.

The wizards were all defeated and fled.

Aren't they at an advantage now?

Why did Ian act like he was fleeing?
"I didn't expect them to bring all the things at the bottom of the box, come in quickly, if it's later, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave!"

Ian stood in the closet, leaned against the wood, and waved anxiously at John.

Just as John raised his feet, he suddenly remembered: "Where are the props in the room? And the magic pattern notes I put in the bedroom!"

"I put the precious props in Gringotts a long time ago, and now the store is filled with worthless things." Ian dragged John into the closet, and closed the closet door casually.

At that moment, John saw the dazzling fire coming from outside.

The air was burned and distorted, and he could feel the hot breath from a long distance away.

"You don't have to worry about those notes, they are all pirated copies copied by me, I will give them to you later, and I also left some interesting things on them, if they are not completely burned, I believe I can give those people a little surprise .”

The magic pattern masters are all old men!
John complained in his heart and asked, "What was that flame just now?"

"Imitation of Fiendfyre's gadgets, the power is similar to Fiendfyre's, but it is more controllable, and it won't be as crazy as Fiendfyre's when released."

A smug smile appeared on Ian's face,

"But the cost is quite high. They failed to keep us this time, but it will take a while, and they made such a big commotion in Diagon Alley, the Ministry of Magic will not let them go easily, hehe."

"Why would they go to such lengths to deal with you?" John asked.

Ian said he was just looking for a little clue, but these wizards are as crazy as Ian killed their real parents.

It seemed that as long as he could kill him, it was worth paying any price.

Ian laughed awkwardly: "They didn't want me to leave at that time, Dumbledore and I had no choice but to kill a few people and took a few things, of course Dumbledore killed most of them , but they dare not go to him, they can only bully me, the poor old man."

At this moment, the cabinet they were staying in shook for a while, as if it fell from the air to the ground.

Ian's eyes lit up, he pushed open the cabinet door instantly, and changed the subject: "Okay, okay, you don't have to worry about those things, anyway, it's over, I'll take care of it, you can study with peace of mind, study hard earn your money."

After speaking, Ian poked his head out.

John then looked out, and it was pitch black outside, and some large round wooden barrels could be vaguely seen placed on the ground.

The mellow aroma of wine kept pouring into the nostrils, as if they were in an underground wine cellar.

But in any case, they have reached two places.

John looked at the cabinet beside him, thought for a while and tentatively said, "The disappearing cabinet?"

"That's right!" Ian nodded, "And it's not just an ordinary disappearing cabinet, it's the one I modified. The teleportation distance is longer, it's more stable, and it can be opened immediately."

"It can be used as a wardrobe when not in use, and can be instantly transformed into a disappearing cabinet when encountering danger. It is simply a must-have product for home travel!"

John ignored Ian's nonsense, he stepped out of the disappearing cabinet, looked around and asked, "Then where are we now?"

"Well, let me think about it, I connected to several places for safety, and each time I teleported randomly." Ian scratched his hair, pondered for a moment, and shouted excitedly, "I remembered, this should be Udall's pub in Dorset, nice place but with a nasty proprietor, what a pity!"

"Who's there!" Ian's mouth hadn't closed yet, when a yell came from afar.

The torches hanging on the wall were burning one after another, making a crackling sound.

John couldn't help covering his eyes to block the sudden bright light.

"Udall take it easy, it's me!" Ian shouted.

"Brock?" An elegant old woman in a delicate dress with slightly wrinkled skin came out from behind the high stacked wine barrels.

With a surprised expression on her face, she looked at Ian and John and said, "Why did you come to me? And here is another little Brock?"

"Hey, he's my little grandson." Ian said with a smile.

Udall tapped Ian impatiently with his wand: "You are the only one that annoys me, and there is a small one! Tell me, what's the matter with you this time? Say it and leave, I don't feel well when I see you."

"It's just that I haven't been here for a long time, and I want to bring my grandson over to have a look." Ian rolled his eyes, "But I really have something to ask for your help."

Udel snorted coldly: "I knew it, you wouldn't come to my small place if you have nothing to do."

"Hey, there's something to do!" Ian stepped forward and made a gesture of invitation, "Let's go over there and have a chat."

The two of them walked in the other direction, trying to avoid John's sight.

John raised his foot to follow, but was stopped by Ian.

There must be a situation!
John idly stayed where he was, thinking wildly.

Not long after, Ian came back happily, and patted John on the shoulder: "You stay here for a while, and my friend will come over in a few days, and he will take you to an interesting place."

John was keenly aware of the key message in Ian's words: "What about you?"

Ian said, "I'm going to find a few old friends, and then go to the Pratt family to reason. They destroyed my shop and caused me to suffer such a big loss. Can't they compensate me?"

indeed!

John nodded: "Is there any danger?"

"Don't worry." Ian said with a smile, "My friends are very good. If you ask them to become kindergarten teachers, they may not be very good at it, but if you ask them to kill people and rob goods, they are definitely very good at it."

Listening to Ian's description, John suddenly felt that he was not like the owner of the prop shop in Diagon Alley, but more like the leader of a gangster organization, all he did was licking blood with the tip of a knife.

But as long as there is no danger.

"Then where are you going to send me?"

"You told me about your idea of ​​the Monster Duelist earlier. It sounds very good, but it is difficult to achieve it only by relying on magic patterns. You have to learn a little alchemy knowledge."

Ian explained,
"If there weren't these things, I could teach you, but as you can see, I really don't have time to spare now, so I found a teacher for you. Don't worry, his knowledge of alchemy is passable. He won't be able to teach you. question."

John was silent for a while and said, hugged Ian and said, "Thank you for your hard work, grandpa."

Although reluctantly, he accepted Ian's arrangement.

Because he was with Ian, not only couldn't help Ian, but might even become his burden.

"It's okay." Ian rubbed John's head.

(End of this chapter)