Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

John quickly finished browsing around the store.

There were indeed quite a few interesting things, and he even bought a few gadgets to share with his friends back at school.

Hermione on the other side also seemed to have bought something; she looked uneasy as she paid at the counter.

I guess they've got their eye on something fun, but they feel it's childish and are embarrassed to let anyone know.

So cute!

Just then, John suddenly noticed two familiar faces walking down Diagon Alley outside the shop window, followed by three men in dark cloaks.

One of them was Draco Malfoy, and next to him was his mother, Lady Narcissa Malfoy, whom John had seen in photographs.

However, compared to the elegant and composed demeanor of a noblewoman in the photos, she now appears extremely haggard.

John narrowed his eyes, turned to look at Hermione who was chatting with Ginny, and seeing that she hadn't noticed them, John simply walked towards the door.

Hagrid was standing guard at the door, but because he was too big to get in, he was just sitting there idly, lost in thought.

John raised his hand and patted Hagrid's broad shoulder.

"Uncle Hagrid, I'll be leaving for a bit. If they're done looking around, they don't need to wait for me, just go straight back."

Hagrid snapped out of his daze when John suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and instinctively agreed upon hearing John's words.

"Oh, okay...wait a minute, where are you going? Where is everyone?"

However, Hagrid had just come to his senses and wanted to stop John to ask him what he was doing.

John disappeared in the blink of an eye.

John had already used the Disillusionment Charm and was following Draco and the others at a distance.

Draco is unimportant.

The important thing is the group of men in black around him.

It's very likely that they are Death Eaters.

Their clandestine appearance must mean they're up to something.

The reason for not informing Sirius and the others was to avoid alerting them by having too many people around, and also because waiting for them to discuss the plan would cause them to miss the opportunity.

Anyway, as long as it's not Voldemort, it's no use sending a few Death Eaters.

They turned into a dimly lit alley.

That's the road to Flip-Over Alley.

John followed at a distance as they entered Knockdown Alley.

Soon, they were seen walking into the Borgin-Bock store.

Through the shop window, one could barely see the owner come out to greet them, bowing respectfully to the three men in black.

The three men in black also took off their hoods, revealing faces that had been seen on the wanted posters.

As expected of a Death Eater.

Unfortunately, Bella wasn't among them.

One of the Death Eaters he remembered was Fenrir Graybuck.

Why do I remember him? Because that guy, like Professor Lupin, was a werewolf.

Soon, John saw the owner of Boginbock leading them to a display case covered with dark red velvet.

Lifting the red cloth revealed a black cabinet over two meters tall.

Draco and the shopkeeper stood in front of the counter, talking about something.

The other three Death Eaters stood a little further away, warily surveying their surroundings.

Tsk.

Not interesting.

I can't hear what they're saying.

Why not just go in and wipe them all out?

If there's any problem, just pry open their minds and investigate.

Thinking of this.

John immediately dispelled the Disillusionment Charm, pushed open the door of Borginborough, and swaggered inside.

The moment the door was opened, the three Death Eaters turned around at the same time, looking at the newcomer warily.

"Hey boss, what a lively scene today!"

John smiled familiarly at the owner of Bokinbock.

Last time, he sold a bunch of Professor Snape's potions to this boss at a low price, and it was only later that he learned from Professor Snape that he had been ripped off.

"Uh... Mr. Merrick..."

When the owner of Bokin saw John walk in, he was terrified.

Didn't you see these three ruthless killers next to you?

The three Death Eaters stared intently at John, and apart from Fenrir, the other two couldn't help but take a step back.

Because they knew John very well.

They were just brutally beaten up by John at the Ministry of Magic last time...

Draco and Narcissa looked at John with surprise and wariness.

"Boss, a regular customer is here, aren't you going to serve him?"

John said to the boss with a smile.

They didn't take the three Death Eaters seriously at all.

"Ah...this..."

Bokin's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He looked at the Death Eaters, then at John, and was at a loss for words.

"Merrick? What are you doing here?"

At this moment, Draco spoke up, frowning as he looked at John and said coldly.

"What you're saying."

"The boss runs a business, why can't I come in?"

"Right, boss?" John sneered, then added a sarcastic remark about the trembling boss.

Draco said with disgust.

"I've booked this place for myself, get out!"

Hearing this, John lost all patience and said coldly.

"Ha, who do you think you are?"

"Shut up and stay put. After I deal with them, I'll deal with you."

Upon hearing this, Draco felt instantly humiliated and wished he could tear John in two immediately.

But reason told him he couldn't beat John...

Seeing the commotion, which looked like a fight was about to break out, the shopkeeper quickly pleaded.

"...Um...gentlemen, if you have any grudges...why don't you go outside and settle them...?"

If these ancestors were to fight in the shop, all his precious antiques would be in trouble.

But nobody paid him any attention.

At this moment, Fenrir stepped forward.

"John Merrick..."

"The Dark Lord once gave us an order: if you encounter us, kill us without mercy..."

"I didn't expect you to come to me of your own accord..."

Fenrir grinned menacingly, revealing his uneven, yellow teeth, showing no regard for John, this young upstart.

Grayish-white wolf fur began to grow on his face.

This is an ability that only those who have become deeply werewolf-like can possess, actively entering a semi-werewolf state.

Speed, strength, reaction time, and magic resistance will all be greatly improved.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Did your Dark Lord tell you how difficult it would be to kill me?"

John leisurely twirled his wand between his fingers, grinning coldly as well.

The two stared directly at each other, and the air suddenly froze.

......

"Hagrid, where's John?"

On the other side, Hermione and her friends finally emerged from the Weasleys Wizarding Arts shop after touring around.

But Hermione couldn't find John no matter what she did.

He then went outside and asked Hagrid.

Hagrid scratched his messy beard and said somewhat uncertainly.

"I don't know either. He just came out and said he had to leave for a bit."

"I'll take you back after you're done shopping, you don't need to wait for him."

Hearing Hagrid's words, Harry and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

How could John just suddenly disappear like that?

Sirius wasn't in a hurry. Ever since the last incident at the Ministry of Magic, he had complete faith in John's abilities.

"Alright, since John says he has something to do, let's head back."

Hermione was a little worried, but since she didn't know where John was, she could only follow Hagrid toward the Leaky Cauldron.

However, at that moment...

boom!!

A violent explosion shot into the sky from the nearby Fandao Alley.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flew backward and crashed not far in front of the group.

Sirius and Hagrid instantly went on high alert.

They stood in front of the children.

However, before the dust and smoke in front of them could dissipate...

The direction from which the explosion came.

John's figure slowly walked towards them against the wind.