I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"John asked me a question in the library," Hermione tortured Apple Pie with lifeless eyes, "If one day I need to choose between John and Harry, what will I do?"

Harry and Ron listened in silence.

“I felt panicked,”

Hermione was talking about what happened in the library last semester. She lowered her head and her expression could not be seen clearly. There was loss and sadness in her voice.

"I can only tell him that no, there will be no such thing."

Hermione's voice no longer had the strength it once had, and it was heartbreaking to hear.

"I was so scared, afraid that something might happen to my best friends," she said, like a helpless kitten, wanting someone to hold her tightly. "He promised me that he wouldn't hurt Harry, and he did."

"He has always done that and always kept his promises." Hermione knelt down on the bed and buried her face. "But I didn't have the trust that a good friend should have. I misunderstood him and hurt him."

At the end of her words, Hermione whimpered through her arms.

Harry sat beside her and comforted her, "At that time, I thought John was going to kill me. It's not your fault, Hermione. You just cared about me."

"Just like Ron was kidnapped, I will make the same choice. We are best friends."

Ron listened to himself being given an example, and didn't dare to object, just nodded repeatedly.

"No, that's different," Hermione showed a pair of red eyes from crying, "John is my first friend. He has never been on guard against me, and he has never hidden anything from me."

The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. John had never hidden anything from her.

John buys the Firebolt, and the first person to use it is Hermione.

Even if Hermione wanted to know something, John would tell her directly.

The Star Society, and other things.

John has always been honest with me, but I was unable to give him trust at the critical moment.

Hermione felt like she had betrayed John, her first good friend.

It also saved his own life.

"This may be the last gift I receive." Hermione picked up the exquisite silver pocket watch with lily pattern.

In the end, the two boys were of no use at all, and Ginny saw that the two of them would only make things worse.

I might as well just do it myself.

She kicked them out of the room, and the next day, Hermione finally left the room.

And his enthusiasm for learning reached a new level, which left Harry and Ron confused.

They were curious about what Ginny had said.

Ginny shrugged, "I told her to apologize to him in person once she's at John's level."

"That's it?" Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"That's it!" Ginny had once thought that she had done something bad, and it was the same, so she understood Hermione's feelings better.

...

Ministry of Magic.

Arthur Weasley lingered for a long time outside Percy's office door.

Whenever someone came by, he pretended to be busy.

In fact, he wanted to be busy with his son.

But every time the office door opened, he couldn't help but pretend to pass by.

Percy ignored his old father and was busy with his own things.

After Mr. Weasley had pulled the leaves of a poor orchid for the fifth time, he finally couldn't help it.

"Percy."

He called out to Percy who was heading for the elevator.

Percy paused, looking sideways at him with the papers still in his hand.

Mr. Weasley suppressed his inner fatherly irritation and said with a straight face, "I wish to talk to you."

"Joanna, take this document to the Auror's office," Percy stopped a young witch, handed her the document, and walked back to the office, "Let's talk in the office."

Percy opened the door and invited Mr. Weasley in.

When Mr. Weasley walked in, he saw a filing cabinet and a desk piled high with papers.

Closing the door, Percy motioned for Mr. Weasley to sit anywhere.

He knocked on the table, and the seat on top was vacated.

"What's this?" Mr. Weasley noticed an envelope on the table.

The silver hand logo on it told him who sent it at a glance.

"Johnny Silverhand, no, a letter from John Wick?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"A party," Percy said, glancing casually. "What's going on?"

"I just want to say that I shouldn't have had that attitude before." After a mental struggle, Mr. Weasley chose the fastest way to reconcile.

He sighed, "I shouldn't have thought you were too young, and I shouldn't have told you what to do."

"It's all in the past." Percy seemed unkind, but his face was no longer tense, but much softer.

"I will not interfere with your decision anymore," said Mr. Weasley. "You are grown up now and you should have your own ideas."

The previous conflict caused by the Order of the Phoenix disappeared with Mr. Weasley's surrender.

In fact, Mr. Weasley was also proud that his son participated in the operation to capture Death Eaters.

The father and son reconciled, and Mr. Weasley also let go of a big knot in his heart.

He left Percy's office and headed for his own.

On the way, he suddenly stopped.

After the renovation, his office was close to the Auror office.

He heard voices coming from inside at the door.

"An invitation to the Silver Hand Banquet?" Lippi, now a member of the Auror training class, said in surprise.

Oz Heard, the head of the Auror Office, received an invitation. Lippi said enviously, "That's the dinner party of Lord Johnny Silverhand. Only the rich and powerful can go there. You've finally made it."

"The food there is prepared by the best chefs in the country, and the wine they drink is never less than 100 Galleons," Lippi said, knowing a lot about it. "That's secondary. The connections gathered there are the most terrifying."

"I heard that Minister Crouch was one of them, along with many dignitaries."

From Lippi's tone, it seemed that he was not going to a dinner party, but a pass to the upper class.

Just when Lippi was envious, an Auror handed the envelope with the silver hand mark to Lippi.

He was so surprised that he danced so hard that he almost had an awkward dance.

Oz went to the last Silver Hand Banquet and was promoted to director shortly after he came back.

Maybe if I go there this time, I can take a step forward.

Mr. Weasley, who heard this from outside the door, changed his expression.

"Johnny Silverhand's influence in the Ministry of Magic is too alarming."

He really didn't expect that the network of contacts built up by this peer of his son would have such a terrifying influence.

...

Silverhand Manor.

As night falls, dignitaries who usually do not show up have begun to enter here one after another.

This is the second time Oz has come here, and Lippi has worked as a security guard here.

Lippi changed into his best clothes and seemed to take it very seriously.

John was standing on the second floor of the manor. He was wearing a silver mask and his facial expression could not be seen clearly.

Tang Mi reported the arrival and left.

Jin came over, stood next to John and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"They are all jackals," John said calmly, "greedy and bloodthirsty. They need some motivation to unite more."

"These people once showed goodwill to Voldemort," King looked at the pure-blood families below.

"It's just for the sake of profit," John chuckled, "Voldemort is now nothing more than a broken-backed dog. I can give him everything he can give, and I can also give him everything he can't give."

There was a gleam in John's eyes. The benefits in his hands were enough to make these greedy wizards hold on to them.

He wanted to see which of these people were wise and which were martyrs.

...

Chapter 420 News from the Dark Lord

There are many bright stars on the dome of Silver Hand Manor.

Old Jack comes in with Chu Dai and Zoffy.

The waiter brought them a tray of delicious sea fish sashimi.

"That's the werewolf councillor. Next to him are the two directors of the werewolf capture unit and the werewolf registration office."

Lippi whispered beside Oz, "Don't look at the unpopular places they are in. After the werewolves are controlled, these two positions represent the control rights of the werewolves."

"Lord Johnny Silverhand plans to build the first werewolf magic school in the werewolf community, and Old Jack is the first principal."

"Look, that's the Rosier family, the pure blood of the Sacred Twenty-Eight."

"And that one, I met him at the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. He's the Director of German Diplomacy."

"They must be talking about big business."

Lippi kept muttering with envy. As an undercover hero, Lippi's future would naturally be smooth.

But his habit over the years made him always like to mutter words of envy, which Oz had long been accustomed to.

"Who is that?" Oz noticed a person with unusually pale skin, and her intuition told her that this person was not simple.

With pale cheeks and black hair mixed with silver threads, the man looked very handsome, with a gloomy look between his brows.

What attracted the most attention was the pair of dark golden eyes.

Lippi looked over and said in surprise: "He is here too, this is impossible."

"Stop talking in riddles," Oz subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but stopped. She said to Lippi, "Do you know him?"

"Of course, that's a big shot."

After Lippi finished speaking, he realized that he had said something nonsense, and he hurriedly added: "I heard his name more than once in the mysterious population during my undercover work."

"A paranoid and dark family, Edgar, Ludwig Edgar."

...

John walked out slowly, and the moment he appeared, everyone's eyes were on him.

"I am very glad that I saw many familiar faces at the banquet."

He walked down from the second floor step by step. His emerald green ring sparkled in the candlelight, and the soft silk on his robe was like a galaxy of stars.

Some did not come, some were not able to show up, and some were unable to show up.

The guests were all smart people and naturally knew what John was talking about.

Several guests looked unnatural, and their fingers turned white as they held their cups.

This scene did not escape John's observation. He chuckled and said, "In the past month, something happened that shocked everyone."

"I think you've all heard that some of the damned and shouldn't have come out have returned to the world."

Among the pure-blood families, the Rosiers remained calm.

The Crabbe and Goyle people had fear on their faces.