I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Gringotts' golden cup was missing, and he didn't know who had taken it.

Thinking of him as the majestic Dark Lord, he shouldn't feel like this.

It was only others who were afraid of Voldemort, not him.

That feeling lasted only a short moment. After he came to his senses, he showed a hint of murderous intent towards Narcissa.

This posture of mine was seen by others.

His first reaction was to kill the man.

But Narcissa is not only Lucius's wife, but also Bellatrix's sister, and a pawn needed in this plan.

Voldemort hid his murderous intention and asked Narcissa to come over calmly.

He whispered a secret plan into Narcissa's ear.

Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, but when she left the living room, her expression became a little strange.

"What a coincidence."

At this moment, Narcissa even felt ridiculous.

It was such a coincidence that Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort had the same plan.

…

John woke up slowly and sat up, holding his forehead.

Tang Mi didn't show up, and he didn't let anyone in.

The first time after getting up, he took out his pocket watch and checked the time.

"Has it been a whole night?"

His throat was itchy, and John coughed violently until he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

He stared at the black blood while mentally counting the seconds.

"It's very prudent, because by the time it's discovered, the rescue time has already been missed."

John said with interest, "This brain works better than Crabbe and Goyle."

Voldemort didn't know if it was because he had split too many souls, but he seemed unworthy of the Dark Lord's wisdom.

But once he was able to force the Ministry of Magic into such a state of embarrassment, Voldemort was not confused in some areas.

On the surface, Crabbe and Goyle came in as Death Eaters to poison John, but in fact they arranged for someone to do so.

"A two-handed strategy. You're pretty good at these shady things, Tom."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, John cleaned up the black blood.

The golden cup fell to the ground. After picking it up, it no longer had that cold and evil feeling.

"Hufflepuff's golden cup." John muttered, stroking the golden cup with his fingers. "The things left by Hufflepuff should not be ordinary."

The silver hand stretched out his fingers and tapped the golden cup. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and said in surprise: "The craftsmanship here is not inferior to the sword of Gryffindor, and it has the same magical existence as Ravenclaw's crown."

Putting the gold cup away, John collected two of the four relics.

The remaining Slytherin locket should be at 12 Grimmauld Place.

The Horcrux was already clear, and a smile appeared on John's lips.

"Tom, I think we're going to meet soon."

It was already noon the next day when I walked out of the secret room.

Riddle, the black long-eared owl, closed his eyes comfortably in the lavender garden, with Basil beside him.

Basil saw John and flew over with fluttering wings.

John took the envelope out of its mouth and opened it.

With a look of surprise in his eyes, John lit the letter and burned it.

Tang Mi walked to the garden and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw John appear.

Tang Mi said respectfully, "Sir, Old Batty is here to visit."

"That's a coincidence," John adjusted his clothes and said with a smile, "I happened to be looking for him."

He raised his hand to brush his face, and a silver mask appeared on his face.

Transformed into Johnny Silverhand, John said to Tang Mi, "Get me some snacks."

"The one you gave to Ozzie Hilde last time was pretty good."

Tang Mi's rare face turned red, he coughed twice and said, "Those snacks were bought by my subordinates."

"If you didn't buy it at 10% off the raw material price, I might praise you." John glanced at Tang Mi.

Tang Mi stopped talking. He was afraid that if he continued to talk, there might be problems with his salary.

Arriving at the study, old Batty was sitting there, with short gray hair and a meticulous look.

"Old Barty, I haven't congratulated you yet." John walked into the study and shook hands with Old Barty and smiled; "Minister Crouch is the most popular minister in the past twenty years."

Old Batty laughed, obviously in a good mood.

After John sat down, Old Barty did not hide anything and said: "I came here on official business. There are many places in the Ministry of Magic that need repair and renovation."

"As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic does not have such a budget yet." John crossed his fingers on his chin.

Old Batty said with approval, "It was originally like this, but the equipment maintenance costs were saved, and some fools who forgot to pay taxes sent taxes."

It can be seen that those fools are not really fools and are afraid of being settled by Old Buddy.

Because of these relationships, the Ministry of Magic now has some extra money.

So Barty Sr. finally no longer has to stare at the Magic Brothers fountain statue and wonder when to tear it down and sell it for money.

However, when he heard that Old Barty was going to renovate the Ministry of Magic, a strange color flashed in John's eyes.

He said bewitchingly, "Old Barty, I have a suggestion that can save you a lot of money."

Old Barty's expression changed when he heard this, and he looked at the enigmatic Johnny Silverhand.

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Chapter 351 Frankness and Deal

Old Barty liked being friends with Johnny Silverhand.

Because of his cheerfulness, and also because of his sincerity.

Just like Johnny Silverhand once said in front of him without hesitation that he wanted to weaken Dumbledore's authority, and the most real interests were in front of him.

Old Barty knew that Johnny Silverhand was an ambitious and strategic man.

But so what?

Old Barty once thought about keeping a distance from Johnny Silverhand, but those benefits made him have to be tempted.

As now, Johnny Silverhand was willing to renovate the Ministry of Magic.

As for the Ministry of Magic, you can get a brand new Ministry of Magic building without spending a Knut.

There are no budget worries and no suggestions on what to do with the Ministry of Magic's refurbishment bills.

In other words, if Old Batty is a money-greedy guy, even if he swallows the money, no one will know.

Old Barty couldn't help but think, could doing this do any good to Johnny Silverhand?

The answer is no.

Not at all.

He couldn't see the benefits that this would bring to Johnny Silverhand. There was no advertising effect, no monetary gain, and even reputation was dispensable.

why?

Johnny Silverhand is a businessman, an ambitious businessman!

"Sir Silverhand," Old Barty stared at the mask, trying to see something through his eyes, "What are you here for?"

"Even if you have a deep family background, this kind of thing means nothing to you."

Old Batty laughed at himself, "Don't tell me that you want to be friends with me. My son is in your hands, and that is enough for you to boss me around."

Don't underestimate Old Barty, he clearly knows that his relationship with Johnny Silverhand involves interests.

He raised his head sincerely and looked directly into his eyes, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

When John heard Old Batty ask this, he was silent for a while.

"You want to know, Old Barty."

"If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will have suspicion, fear and panic in my heart in the future." People like Old Batty would also say this.

John laughed dumbly and looked down at the silver ring.

When he looked up again, John slowly placed his hand on the mask.

Is he taking off his mask? !

Old Barty's eyes widened. Even he, even the Minister of Magic, couldn't help but feel nervous.

His slender fingers took off the mask bit by bit.

Old Batty forgot to breathe, and he stared at that young face.

The skinny cheeks were bloodless, and the brown eyes he had seen so many times paired with this face made Old Barty fall into a trance.

"We have met," he murmured. "Yes, I remember you during last year's Triwizard Tournament."

"John Wick." Struggling to say the name, Old Barty felt that nothing was real.

yes.

Who would have thought that a student at Hogwarts would meet the famous Johnny Silverhand.

The two people turned out to be the same person.

Two people with no connection.

No, there is something in common.

Old Barty's back was wet with cold sweat, and he was shaking as if he had fallen in his sleep.

The daze in his eyes gradually cleared.

They all have great strength.

In that game, the Hogwarts student split the Black Lake with a sword.

They all have amazing intelligence.

The Order of Merlin Level 2 is the best proof.

They all have the same friends.

Dharma Alex Belby.

It turns out that they have so much in common.

Old Batty's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally, he thought of a terrible question.

Why did Johnny Silverhand, who never showed his true face to others, suddenly take off his mask?

In the magical world, there are many ways to control people.

Maybe he felt there was no need to hide it.

Because Barty Jr. is in his hands?

No, that's not right!

That's not safe enough, and you may not give in.

why?