I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He thought that he could find a new position for Oz when he returned.

He remembered that there was still space in the office.

Sometimes it is so cruel that the things you pursue so hard may be solved by just one word from others.

"Don't look at it, your eyeballs are about to fall out."

John saw Tang Mi was still watching, so he called out Tang Mi.

Tang Mi came back to his senses and saw that his face was slightly flushed.

It was hard to imagine that, as the captain of the Silverhand Johnny Security Team, he had such an embarrassed look.

Under Pierce's leadership, John entered Azkaban.

This place was worse than he had imagined, and the environment was very simple.

With solid walls and Dementors patrolling at all times, the entire Azkaban is filled with desperate wails.

From time to time, someone would laugh wildly, obviously having gone mad.

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

In fact, even now, Pierce looked a little unhappy.

It seems that he doesn't like this place either.

The Dementors acting as guards floated over, and the strikers were extremely alert.

John's expression remained unchanged, but others could not see it.

They made their way to the room where Lestrange was being held.

When the door was opened, a man curled up in a corner appeared. He was thin and haggard, but there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

Rodolphus Lestrange.

He might have just been taught a lesson by the Dementors, and he looked haggard and depressed.

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

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

"Rodolphus Lestrange, you look so haggard."

Staring at Rodolphus, John felt a little restless.

How interesting it would be if I could just deal with Rodolphus directly and wait until Voldemort regrouped his old subordinates?

The thought flashed through his mind, but John's expression did not change.

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

He had been imprisoned in Azkaban for too long and didn't even know the name of Johnny Silverhand.

John smiled, raised his right hand, and Rodolphus was pressed against the wall, his body floating in the air.

Photography magic.

The delicate knife cut across Rodolphus' arm, and blood flowed from it into the bottle.

John got the blood easily, and Rodolphus was out of breath and his face turned red.

When he was about to faint, John put him down, not giving him a breath, and pressed his hands into Rodolphus's greasy hair.

Black threads entered his head, and Rodolphus's expression gradually became dull.

John asked him about the location of the vault, and Rodolphus told him everything in a daze.

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

There was a flash of struggle in Rodolphus' eyes, but it quickly turned into dullness.

He signed his name like a zombie and also attached his handprint.

John, who had gained everything, did not let Rodolphus go.

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

John gently placed his hands on his head and activated his mental magic.

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

Once the seeds take root and sprout, Rodolphus can produce extraordinary effects.

This was his gift to Voldemort.

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

There was madness in his voice, even though he had just been sucked by the Dementors.

"Who's imprisoned in there?"

"A madwoman, Bellatrix Lestrange."

John saw that the pair of eyes in the cell separated by a door were always staring at him.

...

Chapter 258: Failure at the Last Moment and Fake Horcruxes

John took a long look at the cell.

He chuckled and said, "Very interesting person."

He said casually and turned to leave.

The goal has been achieved, and John is looking forward to the vault in Gringotts.

The Dementors in Azkaban were still wandering around, but strangely, they seemed to be afraid of places where John was.

...

After a trip to Azkaban, John had to start doing two things.

He needed to go to Gringotts and move Lestrange's money.

Back at Silverhand Manor, John finally got around to examining the gold locket.

Just from this glance, his complexion was not good.

He wanted to open the locket and check what was inside, but a note fell out of it.

"To the Dark Lord:

I will be dead long before you read this.

But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as quickly as possible.

I am willing to risk my life in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your match."

"RAB?"

John stared at the note, his chest heaving as if he was trying hard to endure something.

"It's a fake, a fake."

He looked dazed, swayed his body, and sat down on the chair.

"So all my efforts are just a joke?"

A sound that sounded like laughing and crying was heard. If anyone saw John now, they would definitely be scared.

There was madness and bloodshot in his eyes.

"For this thing, hahaha..."

John laughed, then his voice stopped.

The things in the study were shattered in an instant.

A pair of red eyes, like a ghost ready to devour someone.

He thought he got the Horcrux, but it turned out to be a joke.

In order to obtain this Horcrux, he missed the opportunity to rescue Heinrich.

"RAB!"

An angry roar was heard.

John had calmed down before Tang Mi entered the study.

It was just that this place seemed to have suffered a huge explosion. Tang Mi bent down and picked up a piece of vase fragments that had fallen on the ground.

The moment the fingers touched, the vase fragments turned into powder and dissipated.

"The Shattering Curse?"

Tang Mi was stunned. It was the first time he saw such a powerful crushing spell.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Tang Mi stepped forward and asked.

John closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed all the surging anger.

He said calmly, "It's okay, there was just something wrong with the magic."

Getting angry now would do no good, so John put the gold locket away.

He didn't know who RAB was, but he was sure that the other party had stolen the Horcrux and tried to destroy it.

On the bright side, perhaps the other party has destroyed the Horcrux.

But soon a doubt arose in my mind.

"Very few people know about Voldemort's Horcruxes. RAB is able to know where the Horcruxes are hidden. Could they be Voldemort's confidants?"

John fell into deep thought. You know, a man like Voldemort would never appear in this place unless he was trusted.

The Horcrux is Voldemort's biggest secret and also a means of immortality.

The place where the Horcruxes are hidden is also of top importance. Even the top undercover agent Snape doesn't know where it is.

He was able to gain Voldemort's trust, but betrayed him?

"Put it aside for now. I need to calm down."

Hiding his thoughts, John looked up at Tang Mi and asked, "What's the matter?"

"We have already started campaigning for Batty Sr. and he will start the process next week."

Old Batty is very fast, and with the help of many advantages, he quickly accumulates reputation.

It can be described in four words: what the people want.

Batistuta was just one step away from scoring, and that step needed to be taken at the right time.

"There is one more thing." Tang Mi paused and said, "There is a letter for you."

John took it and saw that it was sent by Damo Alex.

The guy who was focused on glory and published a paper on the blood curse.

This paper has entered the review stage and has alarmed the people in Sir Merlin's group.

They are all people who have made significant achievements in a certain field, but this blood curse paper is still too incredible.

"He finally decided to let the things out."

John knew that Damo Alex had started working on this project when he was in his third grade. After a year of polishing and revision, the results of his research on the blood curse were enough to shock the wizarding world.

Alex Damo is a sensible man. He knows that he cannot accomplish it by himself, and this is also John's task.

So in the author column, he gave John enough respect.

However, the article did not appear in the public eye so quickly. It took at least half a year to be verified.

After all, it is too shocking. Although it looks good, no one knows whether it will work.

If successful, it would at least be a second-class Order of Merlin.

"He did a good thing."