I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The gold cup from Gringotts is missing, and he still doesn't know who took it.

As the Dark Lord, he shouldn't feel this way.

It has always been others who are afraid of Voldemort, not him.

That feeling lasted only a short moment. After he came back to his senses, he showed a hint of murderous intent towards Narcissa.

My attitude was seen by others.

His first reaction was to kill the man.

But Narcissa is not only Lucius' wife, but also Bellatrix's sister, and a pawn needed in this plan.

Voldemort hid his murderous intent and calmly asked Narcissa to come over.

He whispered a secret plan in Narcissa's ear.

Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, but when she left the living room, her face looked a little strange.

"What a coincidence."

At this moment, Narcissa even had a sense of absurdity.

It was just too much of a coincidence that Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort used the same plan.

...

John woke up slowly and sat up, holding his forehead.

Tang Mi did not show up, and he did not let anyone into this place.

The first thing he did after getting up was to take out his pocket watch and check the time.

"Has a night passed?"

His throat was itchy and John coughed violently until a mouthful of black blood came out.

He stared at the black blood and calculated the time in his mind.

"It's very cautious. By the time the discovery is made, it will be too late to save the situation."

John said with interest, "This brain works better than Crabbe and Goyle."

Voldemort didn't know if it was because he had split too many souls, but he seemed unworthy of the Dark Lord's wisdom.

But Voldemort was able to force the Ministry of Magic into such an embarrassing situation, so he was not stupid in some aspects.

On the surface, it was Crabbe and Goyle who came in as Death Eaters to poison John, but in fact, someone else was also arranged.

"You are quite good at these shameful things, Tom."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, John cleaned up the black blood.

The golden cup fell to the ground, and when I picked it up, it no longer had that cold and evil feeling.

"Hufflepuff's gold cup." John rubbed his fingers over the cup and muttered, "Things left behind by Hufflepuff should not be ordinary."

The silver hand stretched out its fingers and lightly tapped the golden cup. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and said in surprise: "The craftsmanship here is not inferior to that of the Sword of Gryffindor. Like the Diadem of Ravenclaw, it has a magical presence."

Putting away the golden cup, John collected two of the relics of the Big Four.

The remaining Slytherin locket should be at number 12, Grimmauld Place.

The Horcrux was now clear, and a smile appeared on John's face.

"Tom, I think we're going to meet soon."

It was already noon the next day when I walked out of the secret room.

Riddle, a black long-eared owl, is relaxing with his eyes closed in the lavender garden, with Basil beside him.

Basil saw John and flew over, flapping his wings.

John took the envelope from its mouth and opened it.

With surprise in his eyes, John lit the letter and burned it.

Tang Mi walked into the garden and was relieved to see John appear.

Tang Mi said respectfully, "Sir, old Batty is here to visit."

"That's a coincidence," John said with a smile, straightening his clothes, "I was just looking for him."

He raised his hand and brushed across his face, and a silver mask appeared on his face.

Transformed into Johnny Silverhand, John said to Tang Mi, "Prepare some snacks for me."

"The one you gave to Oz Hild last time was pretty good."

Tang Mi's face rarely turned red, and he coughed twice and said, "Those snacks were bought by me."

"If you didn't buy it at 10% of the raw material price, I might have praised you." John glanced at Tang Mi.

Tang Mi stopped talking, as he was afraid that if he continued, his salary might be in trouble.

Arriving at the study, old Batty was sitting there, his short grey hair neatly combed.

"Old Batty, I haven't congratulated you yet." John walked into the study and shook hands with Old Batty, saying with a smile, "Minister Crouch is the most popular minister among the people in the past twenty years."

Old Batty laughed, obviously in a good mood.

After John sat down, Old Barty did not hide anything and said, "I am here on official business. There are many places in the Ministry of Magic that need repair and renovation."

"As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic does not have the budget for this yet." John crossed his chin.

Old Batty agreed, "That was originally the case, but the equipment maintenance costs were saved, and some fools who forgot to pay taxes sent in taxes."

It can be seen that those fools are not really foolish, but they are afraid of being held accountable by old Batty.

Because of these connections, the Ministry now has some spare money.

Finally, old Batty no longer has to stare at the Magic Brothers fountain statue, wondering when to dismantle it and sell it.

However, when John heard that old Barty was going to redecorate the Ministry of Magic, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He said seductively, "Old Batty, I have a suggestion that can save you a lot of money."

Old Batty's expression changed when he heard that, and he looked towards the unfathomable Johnny Silverhand.

...

Chapter 351 Honesty and Deal

Old Batty liked being friends with Johnny Silverhand.

Because of his frankness, and also because of his sincerity.

Just like Johnny Silverhand had once said in front of him without hesitation that he wanted to weaken Dumbledore's authority, and the most real interests were in front of him.

Old Batty knew that Johnny Silverhand was an ambitious and calculating man.

But so what?

Old Batty once thought about keeping a distance from Johnny Silverhand, but the benefits he gained made him tempted.

As it is now, Johnny Silverhand is willing to renovate the Ministry of Magic for the Ministry.

As for the Ministry of Magic, you can get a brand new Ministry of Magic building without spending a single Knut.

There were no budget worries, and no suggestions on what to do with the Ministry's renovation costs.

In other words, if old Batty was a money-grubbing guy, no one would know even if he swallowed the money.

Old Batty couldn't help but think, would doing this do Johnny Silverhand any good?

The answer is no.

Not at all.

He couldn't see how this would benefit Johnny Silverhand. There would be no advertising effect, no monetary gain, and even the reputation would be dispensable.

why?

Johnny Silverhand is a businessman, an ambitious businessman!

"Mr. Silverhand," Old Batty stared at the mask, trying to see something through the eyes, "what are you doing here?"

"Even if you have a rich family background, such things are meaningless to you."

Old Batty laughed at himself, "Don't tell me you want to be friends with me. My son is in your hands, that's enough for you to order me around."

Don't underestimate old Batty. He knows clearly that his relationship with Johnny Silverhand involves interests.

He looked up sincerely, looking straight into her eyes, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

When John heard old Batty ask this, he was silent for a while.

"You want to know, old Barty?"

"If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will develop suspicion, fear and panic in my heart in the future." People like old Batty would also say such words.

John laughed uncontrollably and looked down at the silver ring.

When he looked up again, John slowly placed his hand on the mask.

He's taking off his mask?!

Old Barty's eyes widened. Even he, even the Minister of Magic, couldn't help but feel nervous.

The slender fingers took off the mask bit by bit.

Old Batty forgot to breathe as he stared at the young face.

The thin, bloodless cheeks and the brown eyes that he had seen countless times combined with this face made old Batty fall into a trance.

"We've met," he murmured, "Yes, at the Triwizard Tournament last year. I remember you."

"John Wick." As he spoke the name with difficulty, Old Batty felt that nothing was real.

Yes.

Who could have thought that a student at Hogwarts would be so close to the famous Johnny Silverhand.

The two people turned out to be the same person.

Two people with no connection.

No, there is something in common.

Old Batty's back was wet with cold sweat, and he shuddered as if he had fallen down in his sleep.

The confusion in his eyes gradually cleared up.

They all have great strength.

In that game, the Hogwarts student split the Black Lake with one sword.

They all have amazing intelligence.

The Order of Merlin, Second Class, is the best proof of this.

They all have the same friends.

Dharma Alex Belby.

It turns out that they have so much in common.

Old Batty's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally, he thought of a terrible question.

Why did Johnny Silverhand, who never showed his true face, suddenly take off his mask?

In the magical world, there are many ways to control people.

Maybe he felt there was no need to hide it.

Because Little Batty is in his hands?

No, that's not right!

That's not safe enough, and you may not give in.

why?