I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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Mr. Weasley whispered to Harry, "This is an experienced Auror who has recently been transferred back from field duty."

Oz's eyes also fell on Harry, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and she said, "This is Harry Potter?"

She nodded at Harry with a smile on her face.

When the wizard next to him saw this combination, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Long time no see, Arthur."

He greeted Mr. Weasley, who said awkwardly, "Donmi, you are here..."

"I'm waiting for someone." Tang Mi said with a light smile, "I don't have work anymore, so I have to wait here."

"Really? Then I won't bother you any more."

Mr. Weasley was very perceptive. He ended the conversation and took Harry with him to leave.

Just then, Harry saw the pool of water in the fountain and said hastily, "Wait."

He took the purse from his pocket and poured all the money into the puddle.

Glancing up at the house-elf, Harry wondered what Hermione would say if she saw him.

Mr. Weasley saw this and thought that Harry was doing a good deed.

There was a sign at the pool, announcing that all proceeds would be donated to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

He didn't know that this was Harry's fulfillment of a vow. When he came in, he said in his heart that if the charges were dropped, he would pay ten Galleons.

Obviously, more than ten Galleons have been poured in now.

"Okay Harry, I'll take you back first." Mr. Weasley said, and heard the sound of the elevator door opening.

He looked back and saw a silver mask coming out.

Tang Mi walked over and said respectfully, "Sir."

Mr. Weasley was swept by a gaze and took two steps towards Harry.

Harry also discovered the silver mask.

Exactly the same as in the courtroom.

He seemed to be back in the courtroom, and the mood that had just relaxed was lifted up again.

Recalling the scene when they met in the cemetery, Johnny Silverhand loudly questioned Dumbledore.

There was definitely some kind of relationship between the two people, Harry was very sure of it.

Harry had a guess, from Johnny Silverhand's tone and the word "professor".

Was he once a student at Hogwarts?

The gaze simply swept across Harry and did not linger for long before transitioning to Oz.

He nodded towards Oz, who responded hastily with a smile.

Not even a glance. This was the second time Harry was treated like this.

The last time was in the graveyard, he was standing behind Dumbledore.

This time it was at the Ministry of Magic, where he stood behind Mr. Weasley.

It seemed as if that man had never had Harry in his eyes.

Harry wanted to ask him why he had suspended Dumbledore from his position as Headmaster.

Mr. Weasley hastily grabbed Harry.

But the man in the silver mask stopped, looked over, and then walked towards Harry.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand," Mr. Weasley said, and Silver Mask walked over.

Standing next to Harry, he pulled out a purse.

The gallons in the purse were like a golden waterfall, adding a golden hue to the pool.

Mr. Weasley's eyes widened. This loss cost him at least half a year's salary.

"Whether in the Muggle or wizard world," a low, hoarse voice sounded. Harry looked at the silver mask, whose eyes were indifferent and emotionless. "Hospitals are always extremely important."

Are you talking to yourself?

Harry opened his mouth to respond.

The voice sounded again, "Tang Mi, the land we acquired last time hasn't been built yet, right?"

Tang Mi said respectfully, "Yes."

"Then build a hospital and provide free services to some patients."

Harry felt that the silver mask had turned golden at this moment, and the power of money almost blinded his eyes.

His face was dull, is this the world of the big guys? Building a hospital is just like buying vegetables.

"Goodbye, Harry."

Harry came back to his senses, looked at the two people who had walked towards the fireplace, and asked uncertainly: "Did he talk to me just now?"

Mr. Weasley was also blinded by the money power and said, "It seems so."

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Chapter 281 Horcruxes and Tracking

Inside Silverhand Manor.

The golden cup was placed in a crystal cover, and John was reading "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic" in his hand.

"Regarding the creation of Horcruxes, it involves the splitting of the soul."

The book floated in the air, turning the pages as John's fingers brushed across it.

Staring at the book, John said to himself: "Horcruxes have strong resistance to magic, which makes them difficult to destroy."

Ordinary spells cannot destroy Horcruxes because the objects that cast Horcruxes are extremely hard.

If John wanted to destroy the Horcrux, he had several ways to do it.

Both the Fiendfyre and the Silverwyck sword can do it.

But he didn't need to do that because he had already destroyed Voldemort's two Horcruxes.

Excluding Harry, there are four Horcruxes.

John had the golden cup of one of them in his hand, and he was going to use it to find the other three.

The Horcruxes are connected to each other, and John confirmed this on Harry.

However, the golden cup is different from living creatures like Harry and Nagini, and it has no consciousness itself.

Voldemort could rely on him to influence others, but he could not connect with them mentally.

Opening the crystal cover, there were whispers, as if coming from the devil's temptation.

John took out the golden cup without changing his expression.

"As arrogant as your master."

John held the golden cup in his right hand, and a black thread stretched out from his fingertips and wrapped around the golden cup.

At this moment, the voice of the soul became even stronger.

John raised an eyebrow, and the Soul-Eating Curse wrapped around the golden cup.

His magic power was depleting rapidly.

John's eyes swept over the fake Sword of Gryffindor next to him, and his mind moved, and the magic of capturing objects was activated.

The fake Sword of Gryffindor was summoned and connected to the golden cup.

The black thread of the Soul-Eating Curse dragged a twisted soul, refusing to come out of the golden cup.

Seeing this, John increased his strength and the soul was gradually torn off.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his eyes were fixed on the golden cup.

"It's still a bit difficult to tear the soul directly."

The right hand was quickly covered with silver, and then quickly turned black.

Five magic crystals transmitted power into the Philosopher's Stone, and John's scarce magic power was quickly replenished.

"Do you still want to fight back?"

The soul power rushed towards John's arm. John frowned and his eyes turned vertical.

Black magic flowed through his body, and John cut it with the wand in his left hand.

The entangled Horcrux fragments seemed to have been hit hard and quickly wilted.

Part of the power was transferred into the fake Sword of Gryffindor, only a part of it, but it was enough for John to use.

Stuffing the gold cup back into the crystal cover, John clapped his hands and a magic circle appeared on the fake sword of Gryffindor.

The power that belonged to Voldemort was forced into the fake sword of Gryffindor.

A flash of silver light appeared on the fake sword of Gryffindor and then quickly disappeared.

After finishing all this, John took up the sword.

"Accepted the power of the Horcrux and established a connection with it."

He held the sword close to the golden cup, and the gem shone brightly.

Horcrux detector.

With a smile on his face, John looked at the fake Sword of Gryffindor and said, "It's time to give you a new name. Let's call you the Sword of Marvolo."

The fake Sword of Gryffindor has officially been renamed.

John is full of wicked humor.

Holding this sword, isn't it just like a grandfather looking for his grandson?

Because of the power injected into it, Marvolo's sword has more power, bringing a kind of damage similar to black magic.

After finishing everything, John closed the crystal cover and left the place.

He held the Sword of Marvolo, infusing it with magic.

"Blood trail."

Although there is no blood, it has the power of Voldemort's Horcrux.

John cast a spell, and a wave spread out in all directions with Marvolo's sword as the center.

Suddenly, John felt a movement.

It was transmitted from Marvolo's sword, very vague, and pointed John in a direction.

In London.