I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John glanced at him and wondered if his father was planning to steal the equipment in his basement.

Cautiously said, "Yes, there is, but what are you going to do?"

"Really?" Watson's eyes lit up. He began to realize that wizards were not just kind old men and old ladies who could turn into mice.

After much persuasion from his father, John finally showed him the amulet.

This thing is equivalent to a bulletproof vest in the wizarding world and can block most spells.

Watson's eyes lit up. If he had this thing yesterday, would he have been controlled?

I took a sneak peek into the basement, which was filled with enough amulets to arm an entire team.

John closed the door. He knew his father wouldn't ask this for no reason. Did he meet a wizard?

Thinking of the wizards around those big guys, John felt that he should also pay attention to the defense of his family.

...

Gringotts.

A young man claiming to be the last of Lestrange's bloodline appears in Diagon Alley.

The fairy looked at the authorization statement in his hand and the other party's young face, with deep doubt in his eyes.

"It's true, isn't it?"

The young man smiled, took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and urged: "Time is money."

Even though I doubt it, the contract is real.

The goblins had to comply.

Lead the young man to the Lestrange vault.

On the way, they passed a waterfall that could wash away magic. The goblin kept paying attention to the other party, but under the waterfall, the man was fine.

After traveling around in a rail car, they arrived at Lestrange's vault.

A locked fire dragon was crawling there, with a fairy leading the way and shaking a jingle in his hand. The fire dragon dodged in response and dared not attack.

This scene made the young man's eyes droop slightly.

Walk past the fire dragon and there is a vault inside.

Compared to the vaults outside, this place is obviously safer.

The goblin's finger slid across the door, and there was a sound of a lock unlocking.

Then the door of the vault opened.

As expected of an ancient pure-blood family, there are numerous treasures piled up inside.

These alone are enough to make it worthy of the brand under the Silver Hand series.

The fairy stood behind him flatteringly and respectfully. The young man glanced at the fairy and said calmly, "You can leave now."

The goblin's face froze, and he left mumbling something.

The young man shifted his gaze back, pulled at his waxed hair, and fixed his eyes on a shelf.

The ruby-encrusted sword froze his expression.

"The Sword of Gryffindor?"

After looking at it for a while, he shook his head and said, "It's a fake, but it looks like it's worth some money."

The young man is John.

A waterfall can wash away magic, but it has no effect on basic makeup.

He hired a makeup artist to make minor adjustments to his features. It was the same face, but he gave off a completely different temperament.

Looking at the treasures in the vault, John grinned and said, "They are all mine."

...

(Chapter 2/4)

Chapter 271 The Golden Cup and the Horcrux

Entering the Lestrange vault, John sent away the goblin who came over.

He did not touch the treasures rashly. Ancient families would arrange some anti-theft measures, such as curses or magic.

Raising his right hand, silver rings covered his entire arm.

John picked up a silver cup and examined it for a moment.

"There's a spell on it. It will be triggered if you touch it."

Fortunately, John had foresight, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and he saw the traces of magic on it.

"The Fire Curse and the Cloning Curse."

Recognizing the magic within, he bent his index finger and tapped it on the silver cup.

The magic in the cup leaked out like air from a balloon.

Putting down the exquisite silver cup, he continued to explore the vault.

The ancient Lestrange family collected many treasures. They were like crows and liked things that could emit light.

Gold chains, gold cups, silver cups, crystals, the skins and horns of various magical animals.

Galleons became the least valuable thing here. John walked inside as if he was walking into his own warehouse.

Standing in front of the glittering armor made by the goblins, John stroked his chin, "This size seems to be for a troll, but it seems to be about the same for Hagrid."

The silver hand brushed across the armor, and the spell on it disappeared.

Stuffing the armor into his small bag, John thought it might be a gift for Hagrid.

Just think about it, Hagrid's physique plus this armor, a flexible and mobile tank fortress is created.

Taking down the fake sword of Gryffindor, John broke the spell and looked at it.

"It's goblin craftsmanship, but the details are a little off. It lacks the sharpness of Gryffindor's sword that can cut everything."

He snapped his fingers and the sound of the sword was not as crisp as the Sword of Gryffindor, but rather had a hint of dullness in it.

"It's made of mithril and inlaid with gemstones. If I sell it, the estimated value is 5000 Galleons or more."

With a slight smile, John stuffed the sword into his handbag, deciding not to miss it.

Continuing to walk in the vault, he found several valuable magic props.

These magics have existed for hundreds of years, and it can be seen that they are also the works of a generation of alchemy masters.

Suddenly, John's eyes stopped on a golden cup.

This gold cup is much smaller than other gold cups, and also much more exquisite.

That’s not the point; the point is that John saw a mark on it.

The mark of Hufflepuff.

"Hufflepuff stuff?"

With a sudden thought, John took off the cup.

Silver rubbed his hands and said to himself, "Is there no spell on it?"

He looked carefully, trying to find something from the cup.

Finally, he found it.

His expression became unusually solemn and strange, "Horcrux?"

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain. John looked at the cup and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hufflepuff's gold cup, Voldemort, you have great ambitions."

He remembered the treasures left by the founders of the four houses recorded in "A History of Hogwarts".

The Sword of Gryffindor, the Locket of Slytherin, the Diadem of Ravenclaw and the Cup of Hufflepuff.

Voldemort was so conceited that he actually used the relics of the founders of the four colleges as Horcruxes.

Now it seems that all but the Sword of Gryffindor are.

"With the locket, it should be the Ravenclaw diadem as well."

As he was talking to himself, John heard a low hissing sound in his ears.

It's Parseltongue.

Voldemort's Horcrux still wants to affect himself.

John glanced at it and casually stuffed the Hufflepuff's gold cup into his pocket.

Opening the briefcase, John began his banditry.

Stuff everything you can take away into it.

In a blink of an eye, half of the vault was empty.

The remaining half was either worthless or John was too lazy to take it out.

"I have an idea." John sneered as he squinted his eyes at the remaining treasure.

Summon the fairy over, and the fairy was stunned for a moment when he saw the half-empty vault.

He screamed, "How did you take so much!"

"What? I take my family's money and I have to explain it to you?"

He glanced at the fairy coldly, and a pressure fell on the fairy, causing a look of fear to appear on the fairy's face.

No business person likes goblins because they are too greedy.

Let the goblin close the door and they leave the vault.

As they walked out of Gringotts, John looked back at the goblin and asked, "I forgot, what's your name?"

"Griphook, Mr. Lestrange."

Griphook watched the man who claimed to be a descendant of Lestrange leave.

...

John removed the disguise on his face and put on a silver mask.

Today's harvest was quite rich. Since the Lestrange family was so generous, John was not a stingy person.

"Prepare the materials for me and hire some alchemists. The requirements are not high, but they can make explosives."

John smiled slightly, hoping that Lestrange would like the gift he had prepared.

Perhaps a room full of exploding Galleons would make them very happy.

Tang Mi knew that John had his own plans, so he didn't ask too many questions.

"Have George and Fred picked out a site?"

Glancing at the report sent by Tang Mi, he found that the Weasley twins had already chosen a location at Silver Hand Angel Investment and were ready to open their joke shop.

"Send someone to investigate. Although they have many tricks, it is still suspicious that they were deceived by Ludo."

Remembering how the twins had been cheated by Ludo during the World Cup, John wondered if they would be the same way in business.

He admires both of them, but he is not doing charity for them.

Silver Hand Angel Investment has a special investigation team, which was hired by John from other companies at a high price.

Based on the location and popularity of the product, the inspection team will score its potential.

After dealing with these things, John casually asked, "Did Mundungus deliver the money?"

Tang Mi shook his head, "He hasn't got it yet, but those wizards who are familiar with him have borrowed it. I heard that he wants to steal the crucible."

"Stupid guy." John sneered, "Tomorrow is his last time. If he can't collect the money, let him pay off the debt in another way."

"Don't tell him to escape. I will always be able to find him."