John's cloth pocket contained a large number of Muggle sundries such as Swiss Army knives, magnesium rods and flints, trinkets, and other miscellaneous items.

And do trade with the centaurs.

This was an idea that came to John's mind immediately after he learned that there was a group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest.

After all, Hagrid had only been a gamekeeper for a few decades, and there was already a mountain of magical materials in his hut.

John could even imagine the luxury of Hagrid having to clean up and throw away some of these materials every once in a while before he could continue to move them in.

So how rich will the centaurs who have lived in the Forbidden Forest for generations be?

This is a very simple reasoning.

To this end, he even rushed to wholesale a lot of things to the Weasley brothers.

However, the centaurs seemed to have no intention of trading.

After listening to John explain his purpose and display his products, the centaur opposite became furious.

"Damn it! You damn wizards should actually humiliate us!"

The black-haired centaur leader roared angrily, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot an arrow directly at John's feet, "Get out of here! Despicable guy! Don't even think about getting even a hair from us! Get out of here! We are here!"

territory! Even if we die and are eaten by spiders, we will not make a deal with you!"

At the same time, the other centaurs around them also became restless, raising their bows and arrows and cursing angrily.

The momentum of these centaurs was extraordinary, and they kept using all kinds of unbelievable curse words. It was obvious that John was not afraid at all.

It was as if he didn't hear the black-haired centaur's previous warning, and continued to maintain a kind smile:

"Starting from today, I will set up a stall here every Friday afternoon. If you need anything, just come to me. Whether it is sharp weapons, warm clothes, convenient tools or beautiful jewelry, I have it here.

have."

As soon as this was said, the centaurs cursed even more fiercely - they thought John was looking down on them.

Draco couldn't help but pull John's sleeve, lowered his voice and whispered:

"Come on, John! Centaurs are XXXX animals, and they are very dangerous! I don't want to be shot to death by their arrows!"

John was unmoved upon hearing this, and still looked at the black-haired centaur with a smile.

After more than ten minutes, the black-haired centaur snorted and led a group of centaurs to quickly disappear into the dense forest.

Draco, who was sweating anxiously when he saw this, breathed a sigh of relief and sat down directly in the snow.

John chuckled and nodded.

He was quite satisfied with Draco's performance just now.

Although this guy is a bit arrogant, he also loves vanity and cannot accept criticism from others.

But at least he is still greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong...

Well, this doesn't seem to be an advantage.

But this at least proves that Draco is not a fool.

If he had just been so reckless with those centaurs, John's business would have been really difficult this time.

Fortunately, Draco kept his mouth shut.

Feeling relaxed, John explained to Draco:

"You don't have to worry about anything. Those centaurs will never harm us. In fact, they will even protect our safety."

After hearing this, Draco, who had not yet recovered from his fear, suddenly turned his head to look, his face full of doubts.

"Because, we are human ponies."

"ah?"

Seeing that Draco still didn't understand, John took out the contents of the cloth bag and arranged the stall, while continuing:

"That is, cubs, when substituted into humans, they are minors. Horse people are proud and sensitive, but they follow the rules of nature and will not hurt the cubs of other animals unless necessary.

Apply protection.”

"Centaurs still have such moral character?" Draco obviously didn't believe it, "But they are obviously beasts, monsters that drink blood from their hair, half-human, half-animal hybrids!"

"It's the arrogant 'pure-blood supremacy' and 'wizard supremacy' again. What's the difference between you and the 'horse people' you despise?"

John said with disdain, "And if you go by what you said, then you don't have to be afraid of centaurs. After all, wizards are the supreme rulers over all living things, and they are the strongest ethnic group on the planet, so why not

What kind of centaur are you afraid of?

Oh, by the way, there is no need for the Secrecy Law. After all, the wizard is so powerful, why are you hiding yourself?"

John's words were like sharp knives piercing Draco's chest.

He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at John, but for a long time he didn't know how to refute.

John continued to hit the target and said:

"The so-called nobles should always remain rational and elegant.

Of course they are proud, but they are not arrogant because that would be stupid.

Only those nouveau riche with half a bottle of water will sway vigorously and wantonly show off their wealth, status and family.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of people who are born noble, they are completely clowns.

Honestly, Draco, are you really a Malfoy? It stands to reason that your Malfoy family has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, so why are you still acting so... vulgar?"

Hearing this, Draco was completely stunned.

He glanced at the goods displayed by John, and then he crossed his arms and said sarcastically:

"Yes, I, Malfoy, are indeed as vulgar and arrogant as a nouveau riche. But how can you, Shafiq, who comes from a thousand-year-old family like me, be so good?

Look at the products you have prepared. They are all garbage made by Muggles. How can they be sold? Hahaha, this is so stupid!"

John was not angry and said calmly:

"Let me explain to you again, although my surname is Shafiq, I am not from the Shafiq family. I am just an ordinary little wizard of Muggle origin.

As for whether you can sell these so-called ‘Muggle rubbish’, hahaha, I can only say that you are really illiterate!”

"Ha! I've seen a lot of Mudbloods pretending to be purebloods, but this is the first time I've seen a pureblood pretending to be a Mudblood, but that's normal."

Draco seemed to be close to Zhu Zhechi and learned some weird words, "After all, you are Shafiq. Your family has been so low-key and 'elegant' for the past hundred years. You don't know where to hide all day long.

Squatting at home.

Even when the Dark Lord invited you, you refused to come out, how amazing it is!"

John shook his head when he heard this and did not defend himself. Instead, he built a firepit with stones, took out some meat and vegetables that had been skewered in advance, put them on the grill and started grilling.

Draco continued to be weird at first.

After a while, he talked about how the Shafiq family was timid and did not dare to do big things with the Dark Lord.

After a while, he said how stupid John was, bringing some Muggle garbage out to sell, and he would definitely lose money this time.

But as the aroma of barbecue became stronger and stronger, especially after John sprinkled cumin and chili powder on it, Draco shut his mouth completely.

You have to shut up, otherwise your saliva will flow down.

"Sir Shafiq...Gulu...what kind of meat are you grilling? It's so delicious!"

Draco said, reaching out to get it.

John didn't tolerate him, so he just knocked off his dirty hands and said:

"Don't move! This is not for you!"

Draco rubbed the back of his hands and said dissatisfiedly:

"Ah? Are you going to eat alone? Didn't I just say a few bad words about you? Why are you as stingy as Professor Snape!"

John rolled his eyes and secretly decided to convey these words to Professor Snape.

Then he shouted towards the dense forest in the distance:
Chapter completed!