I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Zoffy immediately mobilized the werewolf capture team to search for him.

Almost everyone in the werewolf community was alarmed.

Old Jack was their beloved congressman.

At this time, the person disappeared and signs of a fight were found in the house.

Tai Luo's face turned pale as she recognized a trace of magic that was the same one that attacked her.

The Aurors also received the news.

They can't get in.

Several people were received at the Silver Hand Manor.

Jack, Seven, Aisi, and Taro.

Old Jack's school-going children were here, and John walked out of the study.

He patted the youngest Tai Luo's head, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that the warnings a few days ago were not enough to make some idiots restrain themselves."

Jack, the oldest of the four, asked, "Grandpa's going to be okay, right?"

"Of course," John nodded without question, "This is my promise to you."

With his words, the four people finally felt relieved.

In the werewolf community, no one would not believe in the respected Lord Johnny Silverhand.

Jin came up to John and said, "Found it."

John said indifferently: "Identity."

"Wizards, and... werewolves."

John glanced sideways slightly, his brows furrowed.

"Werewolf?"

"Yes, one of them was once a member of the werewolf community."

"Was? He was one of Fenrir Greyback's men?"

John was a little surprised that the first thing he did when he arrived at Knockturn Alley to open a shop was to destroy Fenrir Greyback.

I didn’t expect that the group of fleeing werewolves would dare to come back here.

"It looks like someone is supporting them from behind." John sneered, "Then let's get rid of them all together."

The Shafik family did not teach them to restrain themselves at the beginning, which was a foolish act. This time, they even interfered in John's territory.

The last warning given to Rosier seemed not enough to deter those who were loyal to the Dark Lord.

"Have some candy, Christmas shouldn't be all about teeth."

John snapped his fingers and candy piled up in front of the four children.

...

Old Jack has been kidnapped.

He was tied up and woke up in a room with only one door.

A man stood in front of him, looking at Old Jack arrogantly.

"What a stupid thing to do, Carl." Old Jack recognized who it was at a glance.

To be precise, not only did he recognize this person, but he had even attended a party at Silver Hand Manor.

Carl Carlo.

The Carlo family of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans.

The only one in the family who was not sent to Azkaban.

Old Jack looked up and said, "You betrayed Lord Silverhand."

"Betrayal?" Carl sneered, "From the beginning to the end, I have never been loyal to him."

"The only one I can serve is the Dark Lord."

He drew out his wand, pointed it at Old Jack, and said with a fierce smile, "Dirty werewolf, do you want to have equal rights with wizards?"

Crucio

The red light fell on Old Jack, causing him to clench his fists and his whole body twitched, unable to break free.

A few short seconds seemed like centuries.

The color drained from old Jack's face and he gasped for air when it was over.

"The Dark Lord will return, and before that, you guys need to be eliminated."

Carl laughed out loud, "Johnny Silverhand thought he had everything under control, but it was all in vain."

"As long as the werewolf community sees Johnny Silverhand's hypocrisy, then they will flee."

"Bullshit!" Old Jack cursed, "Mr. Silverhand, you have never lied to us."

"Really?" Carl said sinisterly, "He is using the status of werewolves to consolidate his power. Only you are stupid enough to be kept in captivity by him."

Carl seemed to enjoy the pleasure of torturing others and cast the Cruciatus Curse again.

Old Jack almost fainted and was forced to wake up by him.

Carl smiled evilly, "An old friend of yours wants to see you again."

The door behind him opened and a werewolf with a scar on his face walked in.

When Old Jack saw the other person, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Old Jack, it seems that you have gained a lot under the protection of Johnny Silverhand," the scarred werewolf said with a sinister smile, "If I kill you, all these will be mine."

"Impossible. Even if you kill me, you won't get the werewolf community." Old Jack breathed out more than he breathed in, and said with all his might, "Mark."

"You are wrong," Mark chuckled, "Werewolves need a leader, and your death will reignite the werewolves' hatred for wizards."

Fenrir once cultivated hatred for wizards by biting wizard children, and Mark is a product of this.

If Johnny Silverhand is unable to make effective decisions regarding Old Jack's death, it may cause dissatisfaction among some werewolves in the werewolf community.

At the same time, it exacerbated the already existing conflicts between werewolves and wizards.

Old Jack's face turned grim.

Carl said: "It seems that you have figured it out. Those werewolves will throw themselves into the arms of those who can set them free, Dark Lord."

"And I will kill you myself and turn myself in to the Ministry of Magic." Carl said frantically, "As a pure-blooded descendant, I will only be imprisoned, and the werewolves will be divided."

The wizard who killed the werewolf leader got away with it, and the werewolf community is bound to have great opinions about the Ministry of Magic.

Trigger the conflict between the magical society and the werewolf community, thereby expelling the werewolves.

Old Jack thought a lot in an instant. Carl Carlo is the last Carlo still outside.

If anything happens to him, other pure-blood families will surely take action.

There is a marriage relationship between pure-bloods, and one move can affect the whole body.

The Ministry of Magic didn't dare to touch Carlo easily.

This is an unsolvable strategy.

It would split the werewolf community and could also cause internal strife within the Ministry of Magic.

Pure-blood families will also be dragged into the water.

That's why Carl can be so unscrupulous.

Old Jack's face was pale. He didn't expect that his death would cause the werewolf, who had finally recovered, to fall into the abyss again.

He broke down and yelled, "Then why don't you kill me!"

“Shh—” Carl grinned, “Only enough pain can maximize people’s emotions.”

The meaning is simple. Between a person killed by the Killing Curse and a person tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse, it is obvious that the latter has more ability to provoke emotions.

Upon hearing this, Old Jack struggled frantically.

He wished he had died long ago so that he could preserve the werewolf community.

Carl grinned and stood up, pointing his wand at Old Jack.

Just when they were about to take action, an uninvited guest arrived.

"It's a brilliant plan."

A faint voice sounded from behind.

Carl turned his head suddenly and saw a tall figure slowly approaching.

Silver mask.

Carl smiled and said arrogantly: "As expected of you, you are the second king of the magic world. It seems you know it."

"But what does that matter?" Carl said with a grim smile without any fear, "Do you dare to kill me? I have not only the Carlo family behind me, but also many more pure bloods."

"Killing me means breaking away from them. Are you willing to give up your status as the second king?"

Carl, feeling confident and arrogant, was acting domineeringly.

But he didn't notice John's look as if he was a fool.

John casually said, "You seem very confident about your identity?"

Carl is certainly confident.

The Shafik family had also provoked Johnny Silverhand before, but the result was just exile.

Except for Carl, all the other members of the Carrow family are in Azkaban.

It is an unwritten rule of pure-blood families that they will protect the last person in a family.

Besides, werewolves are not considered human in the wizarding world.

Could killing a magical creature be considered a crime worthy of being sent to Azkaban?

Without saying a word, Karl's expression was written all over his face.

If the murderer is caught and then let go, then the werewolf community will be completely disappointed in John.

Either way, the werewolf community will be divided.

Karl smiled confidently and even took two steps forward.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

"I'll help you."

John raised his hand and pressed into the air, and Carl's body was blown away.

Seeing this, Mark was about to take action, but was taken away by a green light.

The one who took action was Oxer, and all the people outside have been cleared out.

Gauss volunteered and stepped forward. "Dear Lord Silverhand, if you are willing to pay me enough Galleons, I don't mind being wanted by the Pureblood Family."

John glanced at Gauss and chuckled, "5000 Galleons."

"Deal." Gauss's eyes lit up.

They were not as afraid of pure-bloods and the Ministry of Magic as Carl imagined.

John pulled, pulling Carl back to him.

Carl looked up and met a pair of vertical pupils.

He looked at Karl with pity and said, "Do you think I still need to look at other people's faces now?"

So stupid.

Do you really think pure blood can cause trouble to John?

Gauss walked over with a grin on his face, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Carl's head.

"I actually love peace, I will be broken into pieces (Reducto)"