I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The Aurors have been trying to find evidence to support their plan, but District 13 has become an ironclad entity.

Even if force is used, it cannot be taken down by force.

Out of desperation, the Ministry of Magic had to choose another method.

John naturally agreed happily.

As a new customer, John never skimps on discounts.

The condition is to legalize Silverhand Johnny equipment in the American market.

The American Minister of Magic was hesitant about this matter, but that evening, golden Galleons appeared in the homes of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

The officials who received the money changed their tone. They believed that with Grindelwald's reappearance, the legalization of magical equipment could bring more security to the people.

After these speeches, a pure gold owl came to the Minister of Magic's house yesterday.

This proposal was passed, and the Johnny Silver Hand branch officially became a legal operator from the thirteenth district.

But the price of those things would be three times more expensive than buying them from the Ministry of Magic.

When the Ministry of Magic purchases, they will buy more, and then sell them on the black market in their own name, earning four times the profit.

Lockhart arrives at Johnny Silverhand's store.

As a person who has been on the hot searches in the wizarding world for many years, Lockhart has a very high fan effect.

He is a writer and also a senior user of the "之" series.

John asked him to be his spokesperson and promised to open the doors to various European countries for him.

For Lockhart, who loved fame and was extremely narcissistic, he was naturally delighted.

But he was a little hesitant because his character was a powerful wizard.

If an auxiliary prop label is added, wouldn’t it affect his previous image?

"Think about it, Gilderoy." John walked over to Lockhart, put his arm around his shoulders, and his voice was filled with deep whispers and temptation.

The two stood at the window sill, overlooking the busy scene of Knockturn Alley below.

"By then, America will be just like here. Your portrait will be hung outside the Ministry of Magic for publicity. Remember the golden statue as tall as a human last time?"

When mentioning the pure gold statue standing in front of Silver Hand Publishing House, Lockhart's eyes became blurred.

"When the time comes, you will be placed on the most prosperous fountain in Plymouth Colony," John raised his right hand and gestured in the air, "Dedicated to the greatest writer with the most charming smile, Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart's mind was already filled with images of himself being stood on the streets of the American wizarding world. He said dazedly, "Yes, that would be great."

"Gilderoy, powerful wizards also need partners, just like Dumbledore has his Order of the Phoenix," John chuckled, "Your partner is Johnny Silverhand, who will clear all obstacles for you."

"Okay, okay," Lockhart raised his hands in surrender. He couldn't resist the temptation at all. "I need to admit that you made me unable to refuse from the beginning to the end."

"I should arrange for an image studio to design a new image for you. In this magical world shrouded in darkness, they need people like you to give them confidence, Gilderoy."

John turned a propaganda campaign into a fight against the Dark Lord, which increased the public's sense of security and made Lockhart feel a strong sense of mission.

He was like a chicken with its blood pumped up, ready to lead people out of the darkness.

Lockhart is a man who has no sense of fear. The only thing he fears is that his smile will not win any awards and his number of fans will decrease.

When Lockhart was in school, Voldemort was at his most powerful. He even dared to imitate Voldemort and shoot his own big head into the sky like the Dark Mark.

Such a person is as fearless as a Gryffindor.

But he was also smart in one respect, which was that he never doubted John's decision.

King stared in amazement as Lockhart rehearsed his speech over and over again, his robe lifted up and thrown away, leaving Silverhand Johnny.

"That's the Dark Lord. Was he convinced by you?"

"In life, fame, honor and wealth must always impress someone."

John shrugged, no one other than Lockhart would endorse a tool to fight the Dark Lord while two Dark Lords were away.

Merit, honor, title and salary.

The merit of protecting the people, the name that will be passed down through the world, the title of great power, and the salary of great wealth.

Everyone desires to have one.

It can increase the sales of your own works and also benefit the people.

Lockhart naturally wanted it very much.

...

Lockhart was very quick. On the very night he was leaving, he called his image management studio together and designed a new set of clothes for himself.

His previous style was more ornate, and the new set added a red cloak and a distressed wand, making him look like a knight fighting for resistance.

The new image also incorporates the element of '之'.

He added a series of Silver Hand Johnny props to the work.

A wooden dog that doesn't shed, a wizard chess piece that can protect your home.

It is a decoration, but in fact it is a wooden shield to drive away evil guests.

New products appear one after another and are quickly sold out through serialized works.

A week later, John saw that Silverhand Johnny's Alchemy Workshop was speeding up production.

Lockhart also gave inspiring speeches on various occasions, spreading this trend overseas.

The Daily Prophet had Lockhart on its headline.

"Writing for the Rise of the Wizard, Gilderoy Lockhart's new chapter hits new highs"

God knows the complicated look in Harry's eyes when he saw Mrs. Weasley solemnly buy a wooden carved husky.

This dog looks exactly like the one that bit Dumbledore at the Dursleys'.

Even Mr. Weasley couldn't help but complain because this wooden carved dog cost him half a month's salary.

Ron's mouth opened wide, and he couldn't believe it: "Why is this so expensive?"

"This is a rare model signed by Lockhart." Mrs. Weasley is a big Lockhart fan.

Harry saw Lockhart's signature on the dog's neck. He recognized it because Lockhart had dragged him along to write back to fans in his second year.

Mrs. Weasley held Lockhart's new book and said with longing, "If you buy the rare edition, you can get a ticket to Gilderoy Lockhart's handshake meeting."

"His hands aren't inlaid with gold," Ron said accurately.

Bill shook his head and said, "He really is inlaid with gold."

"?" Ron and Harry looked confused.

Bill continued, "Fleur said Lockhart had a gold glove custom made for him. It's solid gold."

Well, poverty made it impossible for Ron to imagine whether the golden gloves felt heavy on his hands.

Ginny's face on the dining table collapsed at the mention of Fleur.

Ginny muttered, "That phlegm."

"Ginny," Bill said sternly, "don't talk like that."

"Okay." Ginny responded perfunctorily.

But Harry still muttered secretly when he saw Ginny.

He knew that Ginny hated Fleur because Fleur acted like an older sister and always treated Ginny like a little girl.

Furthermore, Ginny and Fleur had friction because of the Ministry of Magic.

As good as Ginny was, Fleur was even better.

This made Ginny very unwilling to admit defeat.

Although the result of that incident was that neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Stellar Society was harmed, the Weasley family still felt a little uncomfortable that Bill had found a girlfriend in the Stellar Society.

Dumbledore did not object to their relationship and even smiled when he saw Fleur.

It's a pity that Fleur lost her smile when she saw Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley felt that Fleur would destroy the unity of the family.

Mr. Weasley said nothing, he saw it more clearly.

Dumbledore approved of Bill's relationship with Fleur, probably with the intention of easing relations within the Star Society.

As a person with a good level of alchemy, Mr. Weasley knew what the thing that could make people rejuvenate meant.

If released, that thing could cause a new round of war in the wizarding world.

On a larger scale, Muggle society would go crazy knowing this thing.

Rejuvenation and immortality.

Who doesn't want that holy grail?

So Mr. Weasley turned a blind eye and did not express his opinion on the matter.

After talking for a while, Harry looked up.

"Hermione never came down again after receiving John's reply." Harry was worried.

Ron didn't know what the letter said, and Ginny and Hermione were in the same room.

Ginny whispered, "She doesn't talk or read in her room. She likes to bury her head in the quilt."

"What did you write in the reply letter?" Ron also lowered his voice unconsciously.

Ginny didn't know either, because Hermione had never shown the letter to anyone else.

...

Chapter 419: Silver Hand's Banquet

After dinner, Harry and Ron decided that they could not allow Hermione to continue.

That's Miss Know-It-All, how can she be so decadent all the time?

The two of them tiptoed to the outside of Hermione's room.

They pushed and shoved at the door, not daring to go in first.

Ginny couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she went up and pushed hard, pushing both of them in.

She used so much force that Ron stumbled and hit his foot against the corner of the bed.

The sound of thumping brought Hermione back to her senses from her daze.

Ron scrambled to his feet and Harry stood there, poking Ron with his elbow like a stupid son.

"Ahem, Hermione, are you okay? Has John forgiven you?" Harry understood the art of language.

When Hermione heard this, her eyes turned red and she turned her head away.

"Dude, you mentioned John again." Ron couldn't stand it anymore.

Harry was extremely embarrassed because Hermione's relationship with John was broken because of him.

Especially knowing that John was only extracting the soul fragment that was causing Harry a headache, Hermione felt even more sorry for John.

Seeing that Harry was useless, Ron had to do it himself.

He took the apple pie from Ginny, walked over tentatively, and said carefully, "Mom made apple pie, I brought you some."

"Thanks, Ron." Hermione wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and took the apple pie.

Harry took the opportunity to come over. He and Ron looked at each other, and then glanced furtively at the pocket watch and parchment on the table.

"I respect your choice. No one will know the weight of the heart and the feather until the scales are tilted."

There was only one line of text on it, and Ron couldn't understand why Hermione would be sad for a week.

Not only him, but Harry was also confused by this sentence.

The delicate silver fleur-de-lis pocket watch ticks the seconds hand.

In the silence, Hermione used a fork to poke the apple pie into a puddle of mud.