I wield a sword at Hogwarts

He thought that he could give Oz a new position when he returned.

He remembered that there was still room in the office.

Sometimes it's so cruel. What you pursue so hard may be solved with just a word from someone else.

"Stop looking, your eyes are about to fall off."

John saw that Tang Mi was still looking, so he called Tang Mi.

Tang Mi came back to his senses, and his face was actually a little rosy.

It's hard to imagine that as the captain of Johnny Silverhand's security team, he looked so embarrassed.

Under the leadership of Pierce, John entered Azkaban.

This place was worse than he imagined, the environment was very simple.

With solid walls and dementors patrolling at any time, the entire Azkaban is filled with desperate wails.

From time to time, someone laughed wildly, obviously crazy.

Hagrid was once almost sent to Azkaban. At that time, he was so scared that he was shaking all over.

In fact, even now, Pierce is looking a little bad.

It seemed like he didn't like this place very much either.

The dementors acting as guards floated over, and the strikers were extremely alert.

John's expression remained unchanged, but others couldn't tell.

They walked all the way to the room where Lestrange was being held.

Opening the door, a man huddled in the corner, thin and haggard, but with a hint of madness in his eyes appeared.

Rodolphus Lestrange.

He might have just been taught a lesson by the dementors, and his whole person felt haggard and depressed.

The beaters were on standby outside. In the cell, there were only three people, John, Pierce, and Tang Mi.

But John glanced at Pierce, who walked out very wisely, euphemistically calling it a deployment.

"Rodolphus Lestrange, you look so haggard."

Staring at Rodolphus, John was a little ready to make a move.

How interesting would it be if he could directly deal with Rodolphus and wait until Voldemort reunited his old troops?

This thought flashed through his mind, and John's expression did not change.

Rodolphus's voice was weak, "Who are you?"

He had been locked up in Azkaban for so long that he didn't even know Johnny Silverhand's name.

John smiled, raised his right hand, and Rodolphus was pushed against the wall, his body floating in the air.

Photography magic.

The delicate knife slashed Rodolphus's arm, and blood flowed from it into the bottle.

John got the blood easily, Rodolphus couldn't breathe, and his face turned red from holding back.

On the verge of fainting, John put him down without giving him a breath, and laid his hands on Rodolphus's greasy hair.

The black thread entered through his head, and Rodolphus's expression gradually became dull.

John asked him about the location of the vault, and Rodolphus sluggishly told him all.

After doing all this, John took out a power of attorney.

There was struggle in Rodolphus's eyes, but soon turned dull again.

He signed his name like a zombie and included his fingerprints.

John, who had gained everything, did not just let Rodolphus go.

He had seen this man in the memories of the Longbottoms. He was one of the murderers who tortured Neville's parents.

John gently pressed his head with both hands, and activated his spiritual magic.

Under his hypnosis, a seed was planted deep inside Rodolphus.

Once the seeds take root, Rodolphus can produce unusual results.

This was his gift to Voldemort.

Just as John left, loud laughter could be heard from the next cell.

The voice was full of madness, even if it had just been sucked by a dementor.

"Who is locked up there?"

"A madwoman, Bellatrix Lestrange."

John saw that the pair of eyes in the cell across the door were always staring at him.

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Chapter 258 Falling short and fake Horcrux

John took a deep look at the cell.

He chuckled and said, "Very interesting person."

He said casually and turned to leave.

The goal has been achieved, and John is looking forward to the vault in Gringotts.

The dementors in Azkaban are still wandering around, but strangely, they seem to be afraid of John's presence.

…

After a trip to Azkaban, John had to start two things.

He needed to go to Gringotts and remove Lestrange's money.

Back at Silverhand Manor, John finally has time to look at the gold locket.

But from this look, he didn't look good.

He wanted to open the locket and check what was inside, but a note fell from it.

"To the Dark Lord:

I'll be dead before you read this.

But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as quickly as possible.

I am willing to risk my life in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent. "

"R.A.B?"

John stared at the note, his chest rising and falling, as if he was trying to endure something.

"This is a fake, a fake."

He looked dazed, shook his body, and sat on the chair.

"So everything I worked hard for was just a joke?"

Sounds of laughter and crying came out. If anyone saw John now, they would definitely be frightened.

There was madness and bloodshotness in his eyes.

"For this thing, hahaha..."

John's laughter died suddenly.

Things in the study were shattered in an instant.

A pair of red eyes, like a fierce ghost that wants to choose people to devour.

He thought he had obtained a Horcrux, but he didn't expect it to be a joke.

In order to get this Horcrux, he missed the chance to rescue Heinrich.

"R.A.B!"

Angry roars came out.

John had calmed down before Tang Mi entered the study.

But this place seemed to have suffered a big explosion. Tang Mi bent down and picked up a fragment of a vase that fell on the ground.

The moment the fingers came into contact, the vase fragments turned into powder and dispersed.

"Crushing Curse?"

Tang Mi was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such a powerful crushing curse.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Tang Mi stepped forward and asked.

John closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed all the raging anger.

He said calmly, "It's okay, there's just something wrong with the magic."

It was no use getting angry now, so John put the gold locket away.

He didn't know who R.A.B was, but he was certain that he had stolen the Horcrux and tried to destroy it.

On the bright side, maybe the other party has destroyed the Horcrux.

But immediately a doubt appeared in my mind.

"There are very few people who know about Voldemort's Horcruxes. If R.A.B knows where the Horcruxes are hidden, is he a close associate of Voldemort?"

John was deep in thought, knowing that a person like Voldemort would not be able to appear in this place unless he was trusted.

Horcruxes are Voldemort's biggest secret, and they are also a means of immortality.

The place where the Horcrux is hidden is also a top priority, and the gold medal undercover Snape doesn't even know where it is.

Being able to gain Voldemort's trust, yet betraying Voldemort?

"Put it down for now, I need to calm down."

Hiding his thoughts, John looked up at Tang Mi and asked, "What's the matter?"

"We have started to build momentum for Batty Sr.'s campaign, and Batty Sr. will start the process next week."

Batty Sr. is very fast, and with the help of many advantages, he quickly accumulated reputation.

It can be described in four words, what the people want.

Old Batty only had one final kick, and this kick needed a suitable timing.

"There is one more thing." Tang Mi paused and said, "There is a letter for you."

John took it and saw that it was from Damo Alex.

The guy who focused on glory published a paper on the blood curse.

This paper has entered the review stage, alarming the people of Sir Merlin.

They are all people who have made great achievements in a certain field, but this blood curse paper is still too incredible.

"He was finally willing to let things go."

John knew that Damo Alex had started working on it when he was in third grade. After a year of polishing and revision, the research results of this blood curse were enough to alarm the magic world.

Damo Alex is a knowledgeable person. He knows that he cannot complete it on his own, and in addition, this is originally a subject that belongs to John.

So in the author column, he gave John enough respect.

However, the article did not appear in the public eye so quickly, and it took at least half a year to demonstrate.

After all, it was too shocking. Although it looked good, no one knew whether it would work.

If successful, it would be a second-level Merlin Order at least.

"He did a good thing."