I swung a sword at Hogwarts

This iconic outfit is Oxer, the index finger man.

Extremely cruel dark wizards will cut off the fingers of their prey as souvenirs after killing them.

Three wizards had already suffered, and the man was frightened out of his wits.

"Please, let me go."

The man's back was already wet with cold sweat, and he was so scared that he rolled and crawled to the feet of the Index Finger Man Oxer and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"I'm really not a Death Eater anymore." He said it with all his heart, his face covered with tears and snot.

Oxer, the Index Finger Man, sneered, drew the short knife from his waist, and cut open the man's left sleeve.

The Dark Mark is revealed.

Oxer lifted his windbreaker to reveal the silver sickle mark on the inner layer and said sneerly, "You should know what this means."

"Xingtu, you joined the Xingtu?!" the man screamed.

Oxer's face showed a fanatical look, and he said intoxicatedly: "Only in that lord do I feel what true power is."

The man was completely weakened. He thought he could beg for mercy, or at worst hand over all his assets.

But the Star Disciples don’t care about these things, they don’t care at all. They enjoy the pleasure of killing and are ruthless killing machines.

The man knew he couldn't escape, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he was determined to fight to the death.

He looked up suddenly and the man was about to attack.

I saw the magic wand was against my forehead, and Oxer's mocking eyes irritated my nerves.

"It's a pity that you are not one of the elites on the list, but let's solve it at the same time."

He pulled a piece of parchment from his pocket, found the man's name from the string of names on it, and read it aloud.

"Hope Culliver caused magical harm to at least three Muggles, resulting in the death of at least one Muggle.

According to the verdict of the Star Court, the death penalty will be carried out by the Star Cult."

Oxer was like a law enforcer. After reading the announcement, he raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said jokingly, "I wish you a good dream."

"Reducto"

Hope's head exploded, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.

Some of it splashed onto his body, and Hope slapped it off indifferently.

He used a dagger to peel off the Dark Mark on his intact left hand, and cut off an index finger as a souvenir.

He waved his hand, walked out the door, straightened his clothes, and left without looking back.

...

Blind Pig Bar.

This is a bar located at the junction of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.

Because of its unique geographical location, it has become a place where good and bad people mix together.

I don’t know if it was the smoke or the heat from the food, but the smoke filled the orange-lit bar.

There were quite a few drunkards in the dark bar.

After drinking a large glass of beer, the wizard with red nose looked around and knew at a glance that there was gossip.

"Hope Culiffe is dead." The rosaceous wizard said with fear on his face, "You should have seen how miserable his death was."

"Ke Lifu? I remember he was from the pipeline dredging company, how come he died suddenly?"

The skinny wizard sitting at the same table was shocked. After all, death was not a thing that happened in Voldemort's time.

When the rosacea wizard saw that his information was exclusive, he immediately became proud and said loudly: "You don't know yet? Hope Culliver is a Death Eater."

"Damn it, I thought he was an honest man. Last time my wife asked him to unclog the pipe." The man wearing a green wizard hat on the left hand side of the rosacea wizard cursed, "No wonder my water pipes are blocked every few days. My wife even specifically asked him to help. It turns out he's the one who did it!"

This is a wizard with a very interesting story, well, how could he not be.

The skinny wizard was interrupted from listening to the story. He was not satisfied and yelled at the green-hat wizard. He asked with a strong sense of gossip, "How did he die? Was he found by the Aurors?"

"He will be lucky if he is found by the Aurors." The rosaceous wizard glanced at the empty wine glass. The skinny wizard was very considerate and asked the bartender to bring a full glass.

The rosacea wizard took a big sip with satisfaction. After he put the glass down heavily, a trace of fear appeared on his face. He said, "He was found by the Star Disciple. I live next door to him and heard it clearly."

"Those Star Eaters are constantly searching for Death Eaters. They could appear anywhere. God, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been scared to death. Don't you think so, Benson?"

Noticing that the wizard opposite him looked pale, the rosaceous wizard asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want me to take you back?"

"No, no, I'll go back by myself."

Benson stood up with weak legs.

At this time, the man in a suit and tuxedo was welcomed in by the owner of the Blind Pig Bar, and he put a new one on the blackboard that was covered with various rewards.

Their table is very close to the blackboard.

The rosaceous wizard took a look and yelled, "Oh my God, you can get 200 Galleons for reporting Death Eaters, and 500 Galleons for killing Death Eaters. This is simply giving away money!"

His loud shouting made everyone look over, and when they saw what was written there, they were all shocked by the generosity of the words.

The green hat wizard muttered, "It's fake, who would do that? If I can't pay the money, it will be a huge loss of face."

When his eyes moved down and saw the silver sickle symbol on it, he shut up.

That is the symbol of a star disciple.

The rosacea wizard excitedly grabbed Benson who was about to leave, causing Benson's face to change drastically.

The man in the tuxedo smiled and chuckled like a gentleman: "If you are willing to provide clues and assistance, we will be very grateful, just like now."

Like this now?

Everyone was confused by this statement.

The man in the tuxedo turned around with a smile. Benson, who was being held by the man with rosacea, felt his scalp tingling. He simply pried the man's hand apart and ran out.

When he was about to reach the door, the man in the tuxedo did not move.

The next second, he appeared at the door like a ghost, the wand in his hand emitted a red light, and Benson fell to the ground.

This scene happened so suddenly that the rosacea wizard just stretched out his hand in a daze.

The man in the tuxedo in front of the blackboard took out 200 Galleons from his pocket and placed them on the table. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The dull sound of the Galleon bag hitting the table woke everyone up, and they stared blankly at the two identical men.

The thin wizard said in a trembling voice: "Yes, it's a star disciple."

Looking in the direction of his finger, the rosacea wizard's legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.

There was a hint of silver under the collars of the two men, which was a silver sickle.

These two people are members of the Star Disciples, the Ashburn Twins.

The same thing happens everywhere.

Even in remote places, Death Eaters will find you.

Some Death Eaters were scared and simply turned themselves in. They would rather be thrown into Azkaban than be visited by these lunatics.

No one knew where these Star Wizards came from. They only knew that these people were once extremely terrifying dark wizards and were extremely cruel to the Death Eaters.

Especially those who were loyal to Voldemort, they all hid themselves tightly.

There have been many times when someone used the Dark Mark to summon them, causing them to suffer heavy losses.

The result was that even if the Dark Mark lit up again, they would not dare to go over rashly.

When the Death Eaters did not respond to his call, Voldemort became furious.

He felt aggrieved that the Dark Lord went personally to look for the Death Eaters.

However, when he arrived at the home of the Death Eater McNeill, McNeill was gone, and instead there were pieces of peeled human skin with the Dark Mark spread there.

Spell out a sentence.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Voldemort had never been so humiliated.

But he couldn't make it public yet, he had to get back on his feet as soon as possible.

With one strike of the spell the entire building was destroyed, and Voldemort Disapparated away.

Those Star Disciples who appeared out of nowhere started hunting down the Death Eaters.

...

John stroked the head of Riddle, the black long-eared owl, and listened to the results of the battle.

Tang Mi came to tell him that old Batty came to visit.

The purpose of Batty's arrival was clear: to run for election.

"Old Barty is about to run for Minister of Magic. Send him a gift."

John said, then pulled out a book and flipped through it.

He said to himself, "I told you I'd settle the account."

Dumbledore.

...

Chapter 255 Severus and Johnny Silverhand

Old Batty came to Silverhand Manor. He had some questions to ask Johnny Silverhand and his face looked bad.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement under Amelia is the real power department, basically representing the entire armed forces of the Ministry of Magic.

Seven out of ten people who have ever been appointed Minister of Magic came from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

It can be said that he is second only to the emperor in the Ministry of Magic.

Although there were some changes in the Triwizard Tournament, it was generally good, and old Barty's reputation in the wizarding world improved.

Because of his decisiveness and proper handling of subsequent events, he remains popular today.

He could see that he needed an external force to break the stalemate with Amelia.

It was either Dumbledore or Johnny Silverhand.

The two are considered the number one and two wizards in the wizarding world today. Dumbledore doesn't want to get involved in this matter, so old Barty has a greater advantage.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand."

Old Barty came in and saw the silver mask gracefully stroking the owl's head behind the desk.

"Old Barty, my friend," John began hoarsely, "you were fair and just in the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone is praising you. Tell me, what do you want?"

The black long-eared owl squinted its eyes comfortably. Those hands seemed to have magical power, which eased old Batty's anxiety a lot when he looked at them.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, you know." Old Batty slowed down his tone and said after careful consideration: "I want your help."

This was what John was waiting for, and he put the book on the table.

Although old Batty didn't know what it was, he knew it would definitely help him in the election.

He was about to take it, but saw John's hand pause, and his left hand with a ring pressed on the book.

He said in a low voice: "Old Batty, as a friend, I hope you can think carefully about the future path."

"Hmm?" Old Batty frowned, "Sir, what are you talking about?"

The eyes beneath the silver mask were deep, as if they wanted to suck the soul into them.

A hoarse voice sounded, uttering a name.

"Albus Dumbledore."

Hearing the name, old Batty widened his eyes, as if to confirm whether he had heard it wrongly.

"Think about it, old Barty, remember Cornelius Fudge?"

John said to himself, "A mediocre person became the Minister of Magic with a compliment from Dumbledore. He is above the Ministry of Magic, and every decision you make needs to be reviewed by him."