chapter 43 This is Business

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He never thought that the "Guardian Spirit" [S-level rat devil] Peter, who has been living in his body but has never been used, can actually give him advice in this regard.

Following the other party's suggestion, John immediately bought some books that he no longer needed, such as "Introductory Herb Identification", "History of Magic: The Rise and Fall of the Goblin Tribe", and "Hogwarts: A History of the School".

They were all moved from the dormitory into the [Demon Sealing Treasure Box].

"John, what are you doing?"

Ronald and Harry, who had some dirty faces, both came closer.

Regarding the [B-level Hell Cannibal Book] that they were personally involved in, the two of them would always follow John when he came into this space to take a look.

It was as if what they saw in front of them gave them a greater sense of accomplishment than any Quidditch trophy.

John didn't speak, but suddenly he threw all the books in his hands directly into the cage.

next moment.

"Wow!"

Black vines that were very familiar to all three of them stretched out from the [Class B Hell Cannibal Book] in front of them, but the speed was significantly slower than before sealing the other party.

Like a tentacle, he slowly picked up all the books John threw in and put them into his body.

Several people looked at the pages of the book that began to turn by themselves and waited quietly.

"Give it some more white paper."

Peter's voice sounded, and John immediately obeyed.

But just three or four minutes later, there were bursts of crashing sounds.

The white papers that had been dragged into the book by the vines flew out of the pages one after another.

However, at this moment, it is already filled with dense words.

"What? Oh my God! This, this is amazing!"

"John, look, this, this is actually a paper on the history of the goblins assigned by Cuthbert Binns... John, this couldn't be what it was written on, right?"

The two of them, Harry, picked up the paper on the ground and just glanced at it.

The two of them couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When John heard this, he couldn't help but quickly took out the pages full of writing and read them.

Since he was always in the library with Miss Know-It-All during this time, enjoying the joy of teasing each other, along with it, many of the books that Miss Know-How had borrowed.

John also watched them all.

The more John watched, the more excited he became, and the world before transmigration suddenly appeared in his mind, a digital tool that emerged in that era.

"AI writing!"

The content on the pages of the book in his hand at this moment has not only been reorganized and analyzed based on the "basic materials" he gave him, but it is also rational and well-founded.

It also added some obviously fresh content.

Such as the decline of the goblins and the in-depth analysis of the conflicts between wizards.

The three of them looked at each other, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in their minds.

Ronald was excited: "John, do we no longer have to write long and smelly homework like History of Magic?"

Harry had some doubts: "John, are everything written on this really correct?"

But John looked at the [B-level Hell Cannibal Book] with its pages still clattering in front of him, wondering if this thing was really powerful enough.

Couldn't he easily start becoming a media boss in the wizard world?

John couldn't help but have a strange smile on his face.

"Very well, Mr. Peter, you are a very good boy!"

[S-Class·Rat Demon] Peter in John's body: "..."

Why does this kind of weird praise sound like something is wrong?

John, who instantly had a goal, and Harry, who could only focus on lengthy homework for each course, immediately took action.

In Snape's pharmacy.

He stared blankly at the potion in front of him. The color and smell were slightly different from the original "disturbing potion", but it was obviously much more effective, and the smell and taste were much better.

Some of them didn't understand John's thoughts.

"You mean, let me help you negotiate with St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries about the long-term supply of this potion? Constantine, are you short of money?"

John's eyes widened.

"Mr. Snape, I think I need to correct something. I am not very short of money. Before I entered the wizard world, I never thought that I could be associated with poverty!"

Snape: "..."

He had heard Professor McGonagall talk about the situation when he met John, about the Castle of Constantine that seemed to have been inherited for a long time, but was full of dilapidated and abandoned atmosphere.

John Constantine was all alone and helpless.

Obviously, sometimes women, even powerful wizards like Professor McGonagall, will always use their emotional side to subjectively fantasize about a process for the person in front of them.

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he did not refuse.

"With your strength, long-term supply is not realistic, and... I am your potion teacher, not your potion material warehouse!"

When he said the last sentence, Snape's face turned a little darker.

It had been some time since John was formally accepted and recognized as a his disciple.

And John has indeed shown a potion talent that can no longer be described as dazzling, but it is what makes Snape, a master of potions, feel a little headache.

This guy really likes to tinker with some weird formulas and potions.

And...he always like to try medicine on himself.

After making an agreement with Snape, John followed up with the other two. He had also completed the final improved formulas and samples of the "Eye-Brighting Potion" and "Soothing Potion".

Handed over to Snape.

In the following days, John lived a relaxed and contented life.

Accompanying the homernie every day, either in the library or in the old castle of Hogwarts, leaving the footprints of the two of them.

Except when they go to their dormitories at night, or when John goes to study potions, the two of them are not together.

At any other time, almost all the young wizards at Hogwarts had never seen the two separated.

Except for the Transfiguration class, of course.

"ah!!!"

"Mr. Constantine, please don't turn the desk into a coffin! And... let Mr. Malfoy out quickly!"

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