I swung a sword at Hogwarts

It crawled into John's pocket and fell asleep. It didn't even wake up in the air just now.

John said, "This is a Crumple-Horned Snorkle, Hagrid. Can you take care of it for a while until school starts?"

"Of course!" Hagrid nodded hurriedly, afraid that John would think he was unhappy.

As a magizoologist, his favorite thing is strange and bizarre magical animals.

Although the Crumple-Horned Snorkle has nothing to do with dragons, when Hagrid saw it sneeze directly on his shoulder with a bang, his eyes lit up.

He immediately became worried again and said in embarrassment, "John, I've never seen a Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller."

"Don't worry, I don't understand it either, that's why we need an expert on magical animals to study it, right?" John smiled. He didn't understand this creature he created.

There is no better person to take care of them than Hagrid, an expert on magical animals.

Hagrid was overjoyed.

As soon as day broke, John said goodbye to Hagrid and left, heading straight to Silverhand Manor.

The former Shafik Manor is guarded by several security guards and many magics are set up to prevent intruders.

John appeared wearing a silver mask, and the security guards all looked fanatically awed.

Go to the dungeon, Tang Mi is already waiting there.

There was also Heinrich with an indifferent expression and Jin who was trying to strike up a conversation.

Tang Mi came over and whispered, "Old Batty is in the study."

John glanced at the dungeon. The young man was chained up, but even through a layer of water mirror, he could still see the madness on his face.

He ordered Tang Mi, "Let old Batty come down."

Tang Mi left.

John turned his gaze to Kim Ledislay and smiled bitterly, "You should have discovered it, right?"

Jin Chu was not surprised, a bright smile appeared on his face, he scratched his head and said: "In fact, I have been curious about what you look like from the beginning, and I just happened to find the ring yesterday."

John felt a little helpless. He didn't check it out at that moment, and ended up being exposed.

But it's good to be discovered. John spread his hands and said, "So what are you going to do now? Telling others the true identity of Johnny Silverhand will definitely make you rich overnight."

"I'm not a fool," Jin bowed and said respectfully, "Youth has always been a bargaining chip. Lord Johnny Silverhand can make Knockturn Alley tremble, so the young John Wick is enough to make the wizarding world tremble."

John burst out laughing, this person is indeed the one he has chosen, not a fool.

You are right, being young is never a bad thing. Johnny Silverhand's strength is based on his own strength. The younger he is, the more frightening he becomes.

Here comes Barty Crouch Sr.

Just one night later, he felt like he had suffered a huge blow.

With unsteady steps, he was brought in and saw little Batty locked in the dungeon.

With a struggle in his eyes, he came to John and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, sir."

He was talking about defeating the thugs and taking little Batty away.

"Old Batty, old Batty." John shook his head and sighed: "Your carelessness almost caused the collapse of the results of your life's efforts."

"Women and children can be careless, but men cannot."

Old Barty Crouch turned pale. He pursed his lips and finally sighed.

"I'm sorry, sir. Perhaps it's because he was once my pride, the son my wife risked her life for," Old Barty seemed to have aged a dozen years, his straight back bent, "I used the Imperius Curse on him and asked the elf to keep an eye on him, but I still softened my heart."

There were complex emotions in his eyes, and it was unclear whether it was hatred or heartache. This man who had tried countless prisoners and launched a killing spree against Death Eaters had grown old.

Time not only ages people physically, but also leaves scars on their souls.

John walked over, grabbed his shoulders and shook him to cheer up old Batty.

"Old Batty, leave it to me. I will keep an eye on him for you."

Old Batty looked at his son, and through the water mirror, he saw only hatred, and in the end all his words turned into sighs.

Now that he's gone, there are still many things that need to be dealt with by old Batty.

John could see that he had complicated emotions towards Little Barty, while Little Barty only had simple and pure hatred.

"Resentment?" John walked into the dungeon and looked at little Batty indifferently and asked, "Do you hate your father?"

"I have lost my father for a long time. He said it himself!" Little Barty shouted nervously.

He had been locked up for thirteen years, controlled by the Imperius Curse for thirteen years!

Back then, in the court, even though he cried and tried to explain to his father that he did not torture the Longbottom family, old Barty still roared that he had no son.

From that day on, Barty Crouch became the source of Barty Jr.'s hatred.

Little Batty's hands and feet were chained, and when John raised his hands, the chains tightened and he was pulled up.

Tearing off his left hand, John saw the Death Eater mark.

When he saw the mark, little Batty's eyes showed fanaticism.

Only Voldemort, like Barty Jr., was trapped by his father's name.

During his time in captivity, he had come to regard Voldemort as a father figure to follow.

"Voldemort will return to this world again!" he shouted, looking crazy.

Tang Mi walked in with a dark face and John stopped him.

He whispered to little Batty: "You know, your father actually loves you very much."

Little Barty looked disdainful and didn't even care.

Looking at the Dark Mark, John asked Tang Mi: "This mark will connect Death Eaters and Voldemort, right?"

Tang Mi nodded, not understanding why.

John stared at the mark and raised his hand to clench the air.

The Silver Wick Sword appeared in his hand.

Little Batty was panicking for no reason. When he saw the sword pointed at his left hand, he shouted, "What are you doing? Stop it!"

"You know what." John said softly, "I have killed Voldemort, whom you are following, twice."

Little Barty's pupils trembled.

There was a flash of silver light, and his left hand was severed at the root.

A scream was heard, and the man was isolated in the dungeon by the water mirror.

Little Batty's eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his neck were bulging, his face turned blood red, and his mouth was wide open as he roared.

The pain of the severed hand eroded his brain, and his fanaticism towards Voldemort was also constantly impacted.

This scene caught everyone off guard.

Tang Mi had expected John to be imprisoned, but he never thought it would be so cruel.

That's old Batty's son.

This is not over yet. John took out his wand and said to little Barty indifferently: "Soul, come back."

Little Barty stopped twitching and his soul was dragged out of his body.

There is a snake-like mark on his soul, which is Voldemort's magic.

Pierce the soul with the wand and pull out the mark.

John flicked his wand and the mark fell on the severed hand.

Carving the spell on the soul, John nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now, you are expelled from the Death Eater clan."

He pressed the soul back, snapped his fingers, and the severed hand flew in front of him.

Conjuring up a box and putting the severed hand in it, John murmured, "This may help to lure out Voldemort."

Glancing at the ashen little Barty, John said lightly, "You can walk around as you like, but you should know that you can't get out."

With a casual wave of his hand, the chains on little Batty were removed.

Take the other three people out of the dungeon.

Tang Mi couldn't help but ask, "Sir, don't we need to take care of him?"

"Who cares?" John curled his lips and said, "Just leave him alone. He is old Batty's son, so we have to take good care of him."

Heinrich's face was fanatical, the soul magic made him intoxicated.

Tang Mi was speechless. You broke his arm and still said you would take good care of him.

John left a mark on little Barty that could not be removed, which was why he let little Barty go.

The severed hand was well preserved, and John asked Rita Skeeter to report on how Barty Crouch bravely led the team to resist the mob yesterday.

Of course, the proper reward will not be less, so as not to disappoint the subordinates.

...

Chapter 190 Missed and Train

"Master, my master!"

When Voldemort was found, looking like a deformed baby, Peter Pettigrew just spoke foolishly.

Voldemort saw this and used his remaining strength to heal him.

At the same time, he was taken out of the cabin.

Unfortunately, a blind witch broke into this place.

Voldemort discovered that she had been attacked by a powerful Oblivion spell, and after recovering from it, he learned through Legilimency that his followers were still alive.

As Old Batty was heading to Silverhand Manor, he didn't know that someone had already entered his house.

Voldemort waited all night, but his loyal believers did not come.

...

It’s been a week since the World Cup.

John did not go home, his luggage was already left at Silverhand Manor.

Tomorrow is the first day of school, and Kim Ludislai returns to Ilvermorny.

Before leaving, John gave him an assistant position in the American branch and asked him to assist Nagini.

"I'm leaving now. See you next year." Kim Ludislay sighed.

Heinrich had a dark face and said coldly, "Get out of here."

Jin grinned, waved goodbye, and left via the portkey.

Because of the Triwizard Tournament, Heinrich didn't need to go back to Durmstrang.

John spent the rest of his time refining the Philosopher's Stone, and finally made the fourth one on the morning of the first day of school.

Go to King's Cross Station, driven by Tangmi.

John was in the back seat, holding the Daily Prophet.

"Rita is a smart person."

I saw newspapers praising Barty Crouch's hard work during the World Cup, and his quick response when the riots broke out, so no casualties were caused.

At the end, Rita also thanked the enthusiastic citizen Johnny Silverhand for his help.

According to insiders, Lord Johnny Silverhand defeated the large army with just one blow.

This incident caused an uproar in the Ministry of Magic. After all, there were at least a hundred wizards involved in the riot. To defeat a hundred with one strike meant that his strength was completely at the level of Dumbledore.

It is rumored that Johnny Silverhand is likely to be a wizard at the same level as Dumbledore.

Some people even secretly called him by another name, the Second King.

It goes without saying who is number one.

John finished reading the newspaper, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "Dumbledore level? You overestimate me."