I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

North Sea.

The strong wind blew thick dark clouds, and a wave swept up on the sea and fell.

On a small island, the rock walls eroded by seawater are very smooth.

A square-like fortress-like building stood there, as if it had been there for hundreds of years.

Azkaban, a prison under the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

The evil wizards from all over the country are imprisoned here, and they are all vicious and vicious.

Only dementors can hold them down.

Dementors floated above like tattered rags blown by the wind.

Today's dementors are a little restless.

Oz noticed something was wrong with them.

"What does the dementor seem to be afraid of?" Oz murmured to himself.

She led the hitters who were waiting at the entrance with Pierce.

The beaters murmured that they had been here for half an hour and didn't understand who their director was waiting for.

They wanted to ask, but due to the difference in status, they didn't dare to speak.

Ozzy couldn't remember how many times she was poked on the shoulder, and she turned and glared at the young hitter.

Because she feels that there is no hope for promotion, Ozzy treats her subordinates in an approachable way, and sometimes she will not take it to heart when she is rough.

Her good friend Lippi received a secret mission. If Pierce hadn't ensured that Lippi was safe and sound, she would have wondered if Lippi had died heroically.

When the storm is approaching.

After all the calls came out.

A carriage was flying in the sky, and a striker was full of doubts: "How did this carriage fly?"

He couldn't see the horse, only the cart flying in the sky.

Ozzy glanced at him. This was a young striker who hadn't experienced death yet.

In Ozzy's sight, six Thestrals were pulling the cart.

With a thin body waving its wings, the appearance of thestrals gives people a sense of sadness.

"That's thestral, I'm jealous you can't see it," said Oz.

The creature can only be seen if it has witnessed death.

If possible, she would rather not see Thestrals for the rest of her life.

The carriage galloped down to the platform, and Pierce seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

When the carriage landed, he braved the strong wind and ran over.

With a flattering gesture in Oz's eyes, he opened the car door.

The strikers waiting here craned their necks, trying to see who was inside.

Could it be Pierce's boss, Amelia Burns?

Soon, their cranky thoughts were shattered.

The silver mask seemed to stick to his face, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't be blown away.

That mask, I believe that there is no one in the whole country who does not know his identity.

Johnny Silverhand.

"What is he here for?" A trace of doubt flashed across Ozzy's face.

So much so that she didn't even see Tang Mi who was beside Johnny Yinshou.

John looked at the striker team over there and asked, "What's going on?"

"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, the prisoners in Azkaban are dangerous," Pierce said respectfully, "This is to prevent the prisoners from taking the opportunity to commit crimes."

"A very careful arrangement."

John boasted that he actually didn't think that a prisoner who had been sucked so many times by dementors still had any fighting power.

On the contrary, the dementors are more troublesome than the prisoners.

John took a step forward, and he found that Tang Mi's eyes had been looking at a woman.

After a little thought, he remembered Tang Mi's two friends.

One of them is the batter's squad leader.

"who is she?"

John asked seemingly casually.

Pierce was taken aback for a moment, then followed his gaze and saw his subordinates.

He replied, "Your Excellency, that is the Auror, Ozzy Heard."

"Looks like a very smart guy." John mentioned something, and Pierce took it to heart immediately.

He thought to himself that he could give Ozzy a new job when he went back.

He remembered that there were still vacancies in the office.

Sometimes it is so cruel, what you pursue painstakingly may be solved by just a word from others.

"Don't look, the eyeballs are about to fall off."

Seeing that Tang Mi was still watching, John called Tang Mi.

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

It's hard to imagine that, as the captain of the Silver Hand Johnny's security team, he has such an embarrassed expression.

Under the leadership of Pierce, John entered Azkaban.

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

With solid walls and dementors patrolling at any time, the whole of Azkaban is filled with desperate wailing.

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

Hagrid was almost sent to Azkaban once, and at that time, he was trembling with fear.

In fact, even now, Pierce has a bad face.

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

Dementors floated past as guards, and the strikers were on the alert.

John's expression didn't change, but others couldn't see it.

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

Opening the door, a thin and emaciated man curled up in a corner, but with a hint of madness in his eyes appeared.

Rodolphus Lestrange.

He might have just been taught a lesson by a dementor, and he felt haggard and depressed.

The hitters were on standby outside, and there were only John, Pierce, and Tang Mi in the cell.

But John glanced at Pierce, and Pierce walked out very tactfully, calling it deployment.

"Rodolphus Lestrange, you look so haggard."

Staring at Rodolphs, John was a little ready to move.

How interesting would it be if he took out Rodolphus directly and waited until Voldemort regrouped the old army?

This thought flashed through his mind, and John's expression didn't change.

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

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

John smiled. He raised his right hand, and Rodolphs was pushed against the wall, and his body floated in the air.

Object magic.

The delicate knife sliced ​​across Rodolph's arm, and the blood flowed from it into the bottle.

John got the blood easily, and Rodolphs was out of breath, his face flushed.

On the verge of passing out, John put him down, without taking a breath, and laid his hands on Rodolph's greasy hair.

The black silk thread entered through the head, and Rodolphs' expression gradually became dull.

John asked him about the location of the vault, and Rodolphus gave it all, dully.

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

There was a flash of struggle in Rodolphus' eyes, but soon became dull again.

He signed his name like a walking dead, and also attached his handprint.

John, who got everything, did not just let Rodolphs go.

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

John pressed his hands lightly on his head, and the spiritual magic was activated.

Under his hypnosis, a seed was planted deep in Rodolphus' heart.

Wait until the seeds take root and germinate, and Rodolphus can show unusual effects.

It was his gift to Voldemort.

Just as John was leaving, loud laughter came from the next cell.

There was madness in the voice, even if it had just been sucked by a dementor.

"Who's locked in there?"

"A madwoman, Bellatrix Lestrange."

John saw that in the cell across the door, those eyes were always staring at him.

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