I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The werewolf community is chaotic.

Old Jack is missing.

Old Jack usually went to sit under the big tree for a while, but he didn't show up today.

Sophie comes back to spend Christmas with old Jack.

He had seen the home attacked, and Ace and Tylo had escaped because they weren't home.

Sophie immediately mobilized the strength of the werewolf capture team to search.

Almost everyone in the werewolf community was alarmed.

Old Jack was their favorite MP.

At this time, the person disappeared, and traces of fighting were found in the house.

Tai Luo's face was pale, and she recognized a trace of magic that was the same as the one that attacked her.

The Aurors got the message too.

They can't get in.

Several people were received in the Silver Hand Manor.

Jack, Seven, Ace, Taylor.

Old Jack's school children were here, and John came out of the study.

He patted the youngest Tai Luo on the head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that the warnings of the previous days were not enough to make some idiots restrain themselves."

Jack, the oldest of the four, asked, "Grandpa will be fine, right?"

"Of course," John nodded indisputably, "this is my promise to you."

With his words, the hanging hearts of the four finally fell.

In the werewolf community, there is no one who does not believe in the honorable Johnny Silverhand.

Kim came next to John, “I found it.”

John said indifferently: "Identity."

"Wizards, and...werewolves."

John looked sideways slightly, brow furrowed.

"Wolfman?"

"Yes, one of them was from the werewolf community."

"Ever? He was Fenrir Greyback's man?"

John was a little surprised. The first thing he did when he came to Knockturn Alley to open a shop was to abolish Fenrir Greyback.

Unexpectedly, those fleeing werewolves would dare to come back here.

"It seems that there are people behind them supporting them." John sneered, "Then let's clear them together."

Back then, the Shafiq family didn't let them know how to restrain themselves, it was a stupid way, and this time they even intervened in John's territory.

The warning given to Rozier last time did not seem to be enough to deter those who were loyal to the Dark Lord.

"Have some candy, Christmas isn't all about teeth."

John snapped his fingers, and the candy piled up in front of the four children.

...

Old Jack was kidnapped.

He was restrained and woke up in a room with only one door.

Standing in front of him alone, he looked at old Jack proudly.

"Stupid approach, Carl." Old Jack recognized who it was at a glance.

To be precise, not only did he recognize this person, he had even attended a party at the Silver Hand Manor.

Carl Carroll.

The Carlo family of the sacred 28 clans.

The only family member who was not caught in Azkaban.

Old Jack raised his head, "You betrayed Lord Silverhand."

"Betrayal?" Karl sneered, "From the beginning to the end, I have never been loyal to him."

"The only one who can make me loyal is the Dark Lord."

He drew out his wand, aimed at Old Jack, and said with a grin: "Dirty werewolves, wanting to equal rights with wizards?"

"Crucio"

The red light fell on Old Jack, making him clenched his fists, his whole body twitching and unable to break free.

A few seconds seem like centuries.

The blood on Old Jack's face faded, and he panted heavily after the end.

"The Dark Lord will return. Before that, you guys need to be eliminated."

Carl laughed loudly, "Johnny Silverhand thought he was in control of everything, but it was all in vain."

"Just show the werewolf community the hypocrisy of Johnny Silverhand, and they'll run away."

"Fart!" Old Jack yelled, "Silver Hand, you never lied to us."

"Really?" Carl said darkly, "He uses the promotion of werewolf status to consolidate his power. Only you will be foolishly kept by him."

Seemingly enjoying the pleasure of torturing others like this, Karl released the Cruciatus Curse again.

Old Jack almost fainted, and was forced to wake up by him.

Carl smiled evilly: "An old friend of yours wants to see you again."

The door behind him opened, and a werewolf with a scar on his face walked in.

When Old Jack saw the other party, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Old Jack, it seems that you have gained a lot under the protection of Johnny Silver Hand," the scarred werewolf grinned ferociously, "I'll kill you, these are all mine."

"Impossible, even if you kill me, you won't get the werewolf community." Old Jack said with a lot of breath, "Mark."

"You are wrong," Mark said with a chuckle, "the werewolf needs a leader, and your death will rekindle the werewolf's hatred of wizards."

Fenrir once cultivated hatred of wizards by biting wizard children, and Mark is a product of this.

If Johnny Silverhand can't make effective decisions in the death of old Jack, I'm afraid it will make some werewolves in the werewolf community dissatisfied.

At the same time, it intensifies the contradiction between werewolves and wizards who already have differences.

Old Jack's face turned serious.

Carl said: "It seems that you have figured it out. Those werewolves will fall into the arms of those who can set them free, Dark Lord."

"And I will kill you myself and surrender to the Ministry of Magic." Carl said frantically, "As a descendant of pure blood, I will only be imprisoned, and the werewolves will be divided."

The wizard who killed the werewolf leader escaped unscathed, and the werewolf community must have a great opinion on the Ministry of Magic.

Detonate the conflict between the magic society and the werewolf community, thus expel the werewolves.

Old Jack thought a lot in an instant, and Carl Carlo was the last one of Carlo who is out now.

Once something happened to him, other pure-blood families would definitely take action too.

There is already a marriage relationship between pure blood, and it affects the whole body.

The Ministry of Magic did not dare to touch Carlo easily.

This is an unsolvable plot.

Break up the werewolf community, and it can also cause infighting in the Ministry of Magic.

Pure-blood families are also drawn into the water.

That's why Karl can be so unscrupulous.

Old Jack's face was pale. He didn't expect that his death would make the werewolf, who had finally recovered, fall into the abyss again.

He broke down and shouted: "Then why don't you kill me!"

"Hush——" Carl grinned, "Only enough pain can make people maximize their emotions."

The meaning is very simple, a person killed by the Killing Curse, and a person tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse, obviously the latter has the ability to stir up emotions.

Old Jack struggled crazily when he heard this.

He wished that he was already dead so that the werewolf community could be preserved.

Carl grinned and stood up, pointing the wand at Old Jack.

Just when you are about to start, an unexpected guest arrives.

"Excellent strategy."

A faint voice sounded from behind.

Karl turned his head abruptly, and a tall figure slowly approached.

silver mask.

Carl laughed, and he said arrogantly, "You are indeed the second king of the wizarding world, it seems that you know it."

"But so what?" Carl said with a grin without the slightest fear, "Don't you dare to kill me? Behind me is not only the Carlo family, but also more pure blood."

"Killing me is breaking with them. Are you willing to be the second king?"

The confident Carl is domineering.

But he didn't see John's eyes like looking at a fool.

John said casually, "You seem confident in your identity?"

Carl is certainly confident.

Once the Shafiq family also provoked Johnny Yinshou, but the result was nothing but exile.

Except for Karl, the rest of the Carlo family are in Azkaban.

It is an unwritten rule of pure blood families that they will protect the last member of a family.

Also, werewolves are not considered human beings in the wizarding world.

Can killing a magical creature be considered a crime in Azkaban?

He didn't speak, but Karl had already written everything on his face.

Catch the murderer and let him go, and the werewolf community will be completely disappointed in John.

Whichever it is, the werewolf community will be divided.

Carl smiled confidently, and even took two steps forward.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

"Complete you."

John raised his hand and pressed the void, and Karl's body was sent flying by a shock.

When Mark saw this and wanted to do something, he was taken away by a green light.

It was Oxer who shot, and all the people outside have been cleaned up.

Gauss stepped forward, "Dear Lord Silver Hand, if you are willing to pay me enough Galleons, I don't mind being wanted by a pure-blood family."

John glanced at Gauss, chuckled and said, "5000 Galleons."

"Deal." Gauss' eyes lit up.

They simply don't have the fear of pure blood and the Ministry of Magic that Karl imagined.

John pulled, pulling Karl back to him.

Carl looked up and met a pair of vertical pupils.

He looked at Carl with pity, and said, "Do you think I still need to look at other people's faces?"

So stupid.

Do you really think that pure blood can cause trouble for John?

Gauss came over with a playful smile, drew out his wand and pointed it at Carl's head.

"I'm actually a peace-loving, reducto"

Carl's head exploded like a watermelon.

After finishing all this, Gauss patted and said, "Okay, I should run for my life."

"Who said you were going to run for your life?" John asked.

Gauss was taken aback for a moment, and said vigilantly, "Prisoning in jail is another price."

John smiled, recalling the memory he had just received from Karl in his mind.

"5000 Galleons is not a price for killing people, but..."

"Clearing."

Some pure-blood families still believe in the absurd idea of ​​'pure blood supremacy' and miss Voldemort.

That being the case.

Then solve it directly.

It started with the Carlo family.

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