I earned 100 million Galleons at Hogwarts

Chapter 6 Ian's Son.
In the early morning of the next day, the sunlight climbed up the desk through the window, jumped down again, extended to John's bed, and gently patted his immature but already handsome face.

John stretched his waist and looked at the owl rack not far from the window. Hermes hadn't returned yet.

But counting the time, it should be soon, it is an impatient master, and it pays attention to one word in everything, hurry up!

John thought about it, got up and washed up, and went downstairs.

The store door was closed, and the lights in the house were not turned on, so it was pitch black.

"Grandpa," John yelled.

His voice echoed in the room, waking the chandelier on the ceiling, but there was no response.

Did you go out again?

John frowned, walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

After a while, the fragrance wafted out, and John suddenly heard some movement behind him.

Ian's voice came faintly: "John, why don't you call me when you eat!"

John was so startled that he shuddered a little. The egg rolled back and forth on the plate, but fortunately it didn't fall to the floor.

"Grandpa, where did you go? Why do you appear like a ghost?" John replied angrily.

Ian took the plate naturally, stuffed the whole egg into his mouth with a fork, and said vaguely: "I'm in the basement, studying a little thing."

"What?" John asked curiously.

John looked at Ian carefully at this time. His hair was messy, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his expression was exhausted, as if he had experienced a night of painful torture.

Before Ian could answer, he asked again: "Grandpa, didn't you sleep last night?"

Ian swallowed the egg in his mouth, picked up a piece of bread again, and said, "I slept for a while, I really can't fall asleep if I don't figure out that thing!"

"Is it related to that person from yesterday?" John asked.

Ian nodded with a bad expression.

"Can you talk to me? Maybe I can help." John asked.

Ian was silent for a moment, and said with a heavy tone: "It has something to do with Wright, that person yesterday was Wright's former friend, he gave me some things left behind by Wright's accident, I want to see if I can find some clues from it. "

Wright is Ian's biological son, who died during Voldemort's rampage.

"...how did he die?"

John asked, Ian had never told him anything about Wright before, and he had only heard a little bit about Wright in the street gossip.

It's a pity that it is relatively brief, and the only thing that is clear is that Wright is also an outstanding genius!
"An accident." There was a bitter smile on Ian's face. "When the mysterious man was in chaos, Wright heard Dumbledore's nonsense and sneaked out to help them make or repair magic props."

"But I didn't expect that in just a year, he had an accident and died of the magic pattern explosion."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Ian's mouth.

"I couldn't believe it at the time. Wright's technology at that time was not inferior to mine. How could he die from such a low-level mistake as the magic pattern explosion?"

"But when I rushed to the scene of the accident, I had to accept the reality. A building was blown to pieces. I couldn't even gather his complete body. The most complete one was a flesh and blood fuzzy right hand"

"After the man yesterday was caught by me, he said that he was Wright's former assistant. He worked with Leta that day, but he was drunk the night before and was not sober, so Wright let him in Rest aside."

"He fell asleep shortly after leaning back on the chair, but he was awakened by a deafening explosion shortly after. He got up and found himself lying on the grass with the house in front of him turned into a pile of rubble."

"He realized that it was Wright who saved him, so he rushed back and searched frantically, but unfortunately he only found a pile of minced meat and a few fragments of magic props that Wright was making. It became scorched black, and it was obvious at a glance that it was a drawing error that caused the magic pattern to explode."

"He didn't believe this either, and wanted to study it carefully, but at this time other wizards had arrived, and he was afraid that they would blame him for everything, so he fled with a few fragments."

"He didn't come to me with the fragment until yesterday. He said that there might be a layer of magic on it, and that was the truth that caused Wright's accident, but he couldn't research it thoroughly, so he gave me everything."

After Ian finished speaking, he leaned against the wall beside him, eyes filled with tears, and looked forward silently. Wright's smiling voice seemed to appear in front of him again, waving at him.

John walked forward, hugged Ian gently, and expressed his inner thoughts with actions.

This history is a blind spot in his knowledge, and he has not seen stories related to it in several Harry Potter books.

Ian touched John's head, took a deep breath, tried to dispel the sadness in his heart, and said with a smile: "Okay, John, the store will be handed over to you today, and I will go to study it."

"Do you need my help?" John raised his head and asked.

"No, I can't help you at your level." Ian shook his head in disgust, and continued, "Well, you can help me prepare lunch, and Dumbledore should come over later, You can prepare some more biscuits and knock him off!"

"Oh!" John let go of Ian, and gave him a blank look, "I'm doing normal business, if you like me, what do you mean knocking him off?"

"Haha, I was wrong, I was wrong, take care of the store, I'm off to work."

John smiled and raised his hand to admit his mistake, then walked to his studio with two slices of bread.

After John prepared a new breakfast for himself, he walked to the door and opened the store door, and the sun's brilliance immediately sprinkled on the door.

It was still relatively early, the streets were bustling with people, and there were no customers yet.

John moved a chair and sat at the door, basking in the sun, feeling a little worried, wondering if Grandpa could find clues to fulfill his wish.

Time flies, and before you know it, it is the afternoon, and John sits listlessly behind the counter.

There were no guests all day today, and Ian was still busy in the studio, so the lunch sent to him was just a few casual bites.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared at the door, and he rushed to the counter, casting a tall shadow, covering John in a shadow.

"John, where's Ian?" Dumbledore asked.

"Grandpa is in the studio!" John hurriedly stood up and said.

"Okay!" Dumbledore nodded, turned around and walked towards Ian's studio.

"Can I go in?" John asked.

Dumbledore said without looking back: "Let's come in and have a look."

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