Chapter 141 Firebolt and Meteor Shoes

The vest is temporarily unusable, and John’s left and right handwriting are different, this is to prevent people from linking Johnny Silver Hand with John Wick.

John Wick's connections could work it out, but Dharma Alex wouldn't go to the Ministry of Magic for a hippogriff, that was his pride.

Tang Mi is the captain of the security guard of the Johnny Silver Hands store. He is strong enough, but he has to be the person behind him if he wants the Ministry of Magic to save face.

"Forget it, there is still a while, don't worry."

Buckbeak's judgment day is April 4, a few months away.

John left Hagrid's cabin, after all Hagrid was crying too loudly.

In the snowdrift outside, the three little guys, one big, two young, were buried in the snowdrift with only one butt left.

Yaya gets up first, and pulls out the other two one at a time, just like pulling out a carrot.

I don't know what kind of game it is that they bury their heads in the snow.

After brushing off the snow on his body, John looked up at the sky and said, "It seems that within these two months, the Animagus cannot be completed."

As expected, John made a row of footprints in the snow.

the next day.

The three little ones were actively looking for defense materials, and they soaked in the library.

Like in first grade, looking for Nicole Flamel was as positive.

John didn't go out either.

He got two unicorn horns from Hagrid, which were still in Hagrid's stock. He was in a bad mood and had no intention of going to the Forbidden Forest.

John also thought about going to the Forbidden Forest to find unicorns by himself, but unicorns are very sensitive. In many legends, unicorns are only allowed to be touched by pure virgins.

Any malice will be noticed by unicorns. They are holy and sensitive, and wands made of unicorn hair are also the most unsuitable wands for black magic.

Grind the unicorn horn into powder and add it to the cauldron. The bubbling liquid turns from green to milky white.

Taking a sip, John swallowed expressionlessly.

There is also a pair of shoes on the table, these are John's flying shoes.

He grew up very fast, and specially made bigger flying shoes, which now look awkward.

He also wanted to upgrade the flying shoes, and simply eliminated the original pair.

The upgraded flying shoes are named Meteor Shoes, which are strengthened on the original basis, faster, higher and stronger.

Putting on the shoes, which were quite a bit bigger, John bumped the heels against each other, and the shoes shrunk against the skin.

It is as soft and tough as if you are not wearing shoes.

Ordinary shattering spells couldn't destroy it, and John was pleased with his workmanship.

Added runes to the shoes, representing Ehwaz, the transport horse.

This allows John to be as smooth as possible no matter what kind of rough road he is on.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The scene inside the Room of Requirement changes rapidly, and a race track appears.

John jumped a couple of times in place, getting ready.

Step on the ground hard with one foot, and the body turns into an arrow that leaves the string.

His speed is very fast, as the number of running steps increases, the meteor pattern on the surface of the shoe gradually lights up, and when all lights up, he reaches the limit, looking like he is flying on a plane.

Put it outside, it is simply a supercar speed.

After a lap, John took a slight breath.

"Test flight."

Small flapping wings appeared on the side of the shoe, John jumped lightly, and the whole person flew up.

Adjusting the direction of his body, he accelerated his flight, and after a lap, he tidied up his messy hair.

It is estimated that the speed of the Meteor Shoes has surpassed most of the broomsticks on the market, and it is estimated that the Firebolt can be compared.

"I don't know how fast the Firebolt is."

After landing, the cute little wings on the shoes disappeared, and John snapped his fingers again.

The track melted like ice and snow, revealing Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets.

After he became a descendant of Gryffindor, he also learned the magic of changing the House of Requirement.

Although there is no Gryffindor sword, the Room of Requirement is enough to satisfy John.

To say that the greatest magic in Hogwarts must be the Room of Requirement.

It is the brainchild of the Big Four.

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Christmas.

Tom Naughty was almost overwhelmed by the presents and struggled to get out.

There was a mountain of presents, and this was John Wick's, and Johnny Silverhand's would only have more.

The little wizard of Slytherin sent many gifts to John, as well as from his uncle.

Parents also sent presents, Watson Wake a chirping toy bird, Mrs Wake a finely crafted pocket watch.

After reading Dad's thousand-word essay, except for the daily chores, it basically means one thing, let John make him a magic wand, even if there is no core.

John curled his lips, this old man would only open his mouth to ask for it.

Then it was sent by my uncle.

With the grandfather and Mrs. Wick, there are twelve children in total.

It can only be said that the body is strong, and it is unreasonable to be so energetic when old.

Three women and nine men means that John has nine uncles and two aunts.

The last time it was the eldest uncle who sent gifts, this time it was all nine uncles and two aunts.

Fortunately, there are no dangerous items, at most like some nesting dolls and the like, well, there are daggers and knuckles, which are quite normal compared to guns.

The real one was Uncle Andre, the one who took John hunting.

He sent a large box of meat, and thanks to the cold weather, John didn't have to worry about stink.

After dismantling the uncles, the aunts are not so barbaric.

Gloves and scarves.

After putting it on, John continued to take off the rest.

The little wizards of Slytherin are still real. Most of the things they send are candies and some small gifts.

Malfoy sent exquisite snacks, but he bumped into Daphne.

Heinrich sent a book about black magic, and John silently put it away.

I heard that John likes to eat, so most of them are food.

John would have been happy last year, but these things are nothing to him now.

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noon.

John saw the three little ones, Harry and Ron were having fun there, and Hermione was left alone.

Don't think about it, it's a fight.

Because of the small number of people, Dumbledore suggested that everyone dine together.

In addition to Dumbledore, McGonagall and several other professors, there is also Filch.

A fifth year Slytherin and two first years.

Plus three little ones, exactly twelve people.

John didn't dare to go over because he was afraid of being discovered by Dumbledore.

That's the White Lord, Voldemort knows ancient magic, maybe Dumbledore can too.

I am now in a state of soul injury, and it would be terrible to be discovered.

So he just found an excuse and didn't stay.

Dumbledore, watching John's absence, turned to Filch.

On rare occasions, Filch swapped out his usual brown coat for a new tuxedo.

Looking at his grin, Dumbledore asked, "Filch, have you bought new clothes?"

Filch puffed out his chest, and said in a flat voice that wanted to show off, "This is a Christmas present."

"Oh?"

Now Dumbledore was surprised, because of Filch's popularity, someone gave him a Christmas present.

"It's John Wick, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Hearing John, Dumbledore smiled and asked strangely, "Where did John go?"

The fifth-year Slytherin said: "He and Edgar walked away, there were things to do."

"Ok."

Trelawney made an exception, but didn't speak very well.

Tell everyone about a 13-person curse, the first person to stand up will die.

Of course, no one would take her words seriously.

After lunch, Harry couldn't wait to go back to the lounge.

He'd been given a Firebolt, and he and Ron were going nuts, regardless of who gave it.

Hermione felt that something of unknown origin might be dangerous, but unfortunately the two boys didn't listen at all.

They only had Firebolts in their eyes, and with Crookshanks catching Scabbers again, Ron even said in a bad tone.

Harry felt that Ron's behavior was a little bad, but he didn't say anything because he only had Firebolts in his heart.

When he returned to the Gryffindor lounge, he and Ron admired the Firebolt from various angles.

The doorway opened.

Hermione came in, and Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Granger just told me that someone gave you a broomstick, Potter." Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes immediately spotted the Firebolt.

Harry wanted to hide, but unfortunately Professor McGonagall came over and he couldn't hide.

Upon inquiry, it was a gift of nothing, no note, no sender, and unknown origin.

Professor McGonagall wanted to take it away temporarily for inspection, and Harry said with a trembling voice, "It's fine! Really, Professor."

"You can't know, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, her tone was kind, but at the same time a little helpless.

Sirius was outside, and at this sensitive time, Harry actually wanted to ride a Firebolt of unknown origin.

Even if it was a Firebolt, it shouldn't be.

"I will inform you in time if there is any situation."

She wanted to take the Firebolt and disassemble it for inspection. Of course, this had to be done by a professional.

Harry just stared blankly at her taking the Firebolt away.

Ron took his anger out on Hermione angrily and shouted, "What are you going to do with Professor McGonagall?"

Hermione was wronged too, her face flushed, she didn't know whether it was from shame or anger.

Unconvinced, he said to Ron: "Because I think, and Professor McGonagall thinks so too, that broomstick might have been given to Harry by Sirius Black!"

The intention was good, but even Harry couldn't help being angry.

Hermione was extremely aggrieved, she turned her head and walked out of the doorway for the benefit of the two of them.

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