I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Which Horcrux?"

John frowned, he had come into contact with the collection in the Black family before.

Logically speaking, if there were Horcruxes, there would be no reason why I wouldn't have come into contact with them.

Or did Sirius not show him the entire collection last time?

Feeling bored, John wished he could go to the Order of the Phoenix again.

It's a pity, if he did that, the Order might have to move to another place.

"It's connected to the Black family, so we can rule out the diary incident."

In the second year, another Horcrux of Voldemort, the diary, was brought into Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley.

He originally thought it was brought in by an outsider, but the result of the Sword of Marvolo's return turned out to belong to the Black family.

Only the one who takes it away can be called the owner.

Except for Sirius Black, almost all the other members of the Black family are dead.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

A name comes to mind.

Narcissa Malfoy...

Or rather, Narcissa Black.

Draco's mother and Lucius' wife.

The once forever pure daughter of Black.

"I need to find a time, a time away from Voldemort and Lucius."

John needs to ask Narcissa out, and the way to do that is through Draco.

Narcissa was not a Death Eater.

She is a smart woman and a good wife.

"I hope she can help me."

John pondered for a moment and stuffed Marvolo's sword into his handbag.

After leaving Silverhand Manor, he sent a message to Draco.

Although Draco Malfoy was a little confused as to why John wanted to see his mother, out of trust in John, he still found an opportunity to talk to Narcissa.

"Did your friend really say that?" Narcissa was also confused when she heard that her son's friend wanted to meet her.

But she is not his son. As a wise Slytherin, she can piece together an image of her friend from her son's few words.

A perfect Slytherin, with enough ambition and determination to protect his friends.

"Make an appointment with him," Narcissa said to her son.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Malfoy was very conscious of wanting to accompany his mother, but Narcissa refused.

With her son and her husband having similar IQs, she felt that the past might not be the right place for her.

This made Malfoy very depressed.

Narcissa didn't want her son to get involved in her stupid husband's Death Eater activities, and she felt a little confused.

Why has my husband changed so much? Perhaps others can't see it.

But as Lucius's bedmate, Narcissa could see that Lucius had changed.

It's not like I've become something, but it's like I've lost some of my memory.

This smart woman, through observation, was very sure that the part of her husband's lost memory was related to Johnny Silverhand.

Lucius used to address Johnny Silverhand as "Sir", but now he calls him by his name.

All respect for that being disappeared.

If it was because Voldemort had returned, the whole person would have swelled up.

That's impossible.

Lucius knew the power of Johnny Silverhand. Even if Voldemort came back, he would not immediately turn against him.

Eliminate all the impossible, and the only answer that remains, no matter how absurd, is true.

Lucius had forgotten that memory, or rather hidden it.

And all this is probably related to Johnny Silverhand.

Narcissa clearly remembered that one day Lucius excitedly told her that he wanted to change something.

What is it?

The Dark Mark that accompanies you throughout your life.

Lord Johnny Silverhand promised to eliminate this thing.

From now on, Draco would no longer be told behind his back that he was the son of a Death Eater.

Lucius had changed, and Narcissa saw it.

I can give up all this just for my son.

Narcissa looked away as she watched Lucius lower himself to the knee before Voldemort.

She was afraid something might happen to Lucius.

A feeling of resentment arose in my heart.

Voldemort, why do you still want to live? Wouldn’t it be better for you to die and keep our family from being caught up in this vortex!

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Chapter 282 Overturned Garden and Narcissa

"I was wrong, sir, please let me go."

Screams for mercy echoed through the garden, and John sighed and closed the book in his hands.

There was gold writing on the black cover, and a hand with a ring was placed on it.

In front of him was Mundungus, who was being brought before John.

Tang Mi frowned and kicked away the person who was crawling over.

"Mundungus, you took my money." John lowered his eyes and touched the golden words one by one with his fingers. "I didn't kill you. It's already a grace."

"Sir, I, I know you don't want to kill Mundungus," Mundungus cried, "I will definitely pay you back. Please don't let me go back to that place."

Because Mundungus couldn't pay off his debts, he was sent to an alchemy workshop as a test subject for the development of new potions.

He spent six days a week in the hospital and he couldn't go on.

"Then tell me, Mundungus, how can you pay me back?" John said calmly, "The only thing you have that is of some value is your good health."

His look gave Mundungus a chill, and he stammered, unable to utter a word.

"Or I can give you a new option." John chuckled and threw a piece of parchment on the table.

Mundungus looked down and saw a list of names with prices marked on them.

John said calmly, "Kill them."

"What are these?" Mundungus couldn't help but tremble. All the names of Death Eaters were on it. He screamed in horror, "No, I can't do it."

"That's a pity. You can't demonstrate your true value." John's face turned cold. No matter how Mundungus cried and screamed, he was dragged away.

Tang Mi came over at the right time and whispered, "Mrs. Malfoy is already outside the garden."

"The rest of the matter will be handled by you," holding the book in his hand, John brushed the mask and it dissipated in a silver mist.

John didn't need to bring anyone else to meet Malfoy's mother.

"Don't let Mundungus die. He still has a hundred doses of medicine left to take."

"The Silver Cross Rescue Hospital is on standby outside at any time." Tang Mi said, "I think he can finish the drink."

John chuckled and walked to the other end of the garden.

Tea Room 2, No. 1001 Knockover Garden, Knockover Alley.

Narcissa's fingers hovered over the teacup, stirring the coffee and milk inside with a spoon.

She was a little absent-minded. She came here to meet her son's friends.

It's just that this place is not ordinary.

Overturned Gardens, this is the place created by Johnny Silverhand.

It has gradually become a tourist attraction in Knockturn Alley.

Known as 'Knockturn Alley in the daytime'.

People who did not dare to enter Knockturn Alley in the past are now becoming bolder with Knockturn Garden as a bridge.

The scent of lavender wafts through the quiet garden, and the breeze blows through the lavender, making a rustling sound.

The boy came from the cobblestone path, holding a copy of "The Tales of Beedou the Poet" in his hand, with smooth black hair and handsome facial features.

He was dressed casually today, and the loose wool sweater gave him a scholarly air.

He looks like a harmless kid.

When Narcissa saw him, she felt less curious about her son's friend.

In her opinion, this child might just be looking for himself for some trivial things.

This made Narcissa feel annoyed as she was thinking about how to save her family from the quagmire.

She studied John, who was studying Narcissa.

The greatest regret in the world is the fading of beauty.

Narcissa escaped this rule. She had the temperament of a noble lady. Unlike Mrs. Wick, she was more domineering.

They had met during the World Cup, but at that time, neither of them paid much attention to each other.

"Mrs. Malfoy." John walked over and chuckled and nodded.

A waiter came over to ask, and John casually said, "A glass of water will be fine."

The book was placed on the table and Narcissa took a look at it. It was just a story and she didn't care.

"Draco said you had something to talk to me about? If it's something trivial about studying, then you've found the wrong person." Narcissa suppressed her annoyance, after all, he was her son's friend.

"Come to think of it, this isn't the first time we've met, Mrs. Malfoy." John put the glass of water on the table and took a sip. "Is Lucius okay?"

"Hmm?" Narcissa frowned at calling her husband by his first name.

John chuckled, "Don't be like this, Narcissa, there are things I want you to tell me."

This time when he spoke, Narcissa was stunned.

Because this voice is different from the previous one, it is deep and hoarse.

The familiar voice made a possibility emerge in Narcissa's mind.

Her eyes widened, coffee spilled on the table, and she said in doubt: "You, you?"

"Are you surprised?" John asked himself, "Are you surprised at my youth or at my frankness with you?"

He laughed deeply, and the sound of his laughter penetrated into Narcissa's ears, making her think of the worst.

No one had ever seen Johnny Silverhand's true face, and no one would have thought that he was a student.

The King of Knockturn Alley, the second king of the wizarding world.

It turned out to be a boy? A student who has not yet graduated?

too crazy.

If it was true, why did Johnny Silverhand want to meet him like this.