I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Carl's head exploded like a watermelon.

After Gauss finished all this, he patted his head and said, "Okay, I should go and run for my life."

"Who said you wanted to run for your life?" John asked.

Gauss was stunned and said vigilantly: "Going to jail has a different price."

John smiled, his mind replaying the memory he had just received from Carl.

"5000 Galleons is not the price of murder, but..."

"Reckoning."

Some pure-blood families still believe in the absurd idea of ​​'pure-blood supremacy' and are obsessed with Voldemort.

That being the case.

Then just solve it directly.

It starts with the Carlo family.

...

Chapter 453 The Family Being Liquidated

A person hurriedly walked into Silver Hand Manor.

Old Batty's face was livid and he took big steps, and you could tell how he felt at the moment.

"Johnny, Johnny!" he called out as he walked into Silverhand Manor.

The menacing voice echoed in the empty manor.

"Minister Crouch."

The silver albatross flew into the hallway, with John's voice coming out of its mouth.

Old Batty looked at Albatross with a sullen face, "You should give me an explanation. I remember I told you not to go too far!"

"I think Minister Crouch wouldn't mind heading to the gardens. I'm a bit stuck at the moment."

The albatross's beak opened and closed, as if it was speaking.

Old Batty flung his robe and walked towards the garden.

The albatross gradually turned into silver light and disappeared.

When old Batty arrived at the garden, he saw the famous Johnny Silverhand, catching butterflies with the little girl.

A colorful-winged butterfly flew in front of him, and old Batty slapped it away in annoyance.

He strode in.

The butterflies fluttered and flew around in the air.

Taylor giggled, and John, standing not far away, chuckled softly, waved his wand, and the butterflies turned into a rain of flowers falling from the sky.

"Johnny." Old Batty's face was uncertain.

"Minister Crouch," John waved his wand again, and the petals turned into a rabbit hopping towards the garden.

Tai Luo screamed and chased after the rabbit.

"It's a child's nature to play, isn't it?" John glanced at Old Batty's expression and smiled faintly, "Relax a little, I'm here, right?"

"You exiled the Shafik family," Crouch said sullenly, "and now you're going after the Carrow family."

"Johnny, as I said, don't go too far."

"It's not me who's overdoing it, old Batty." John said calmly, "It's them."

"But you can't stop the Aurors from enforcing the law!" Old Barty roared.

Fortunately, Tai Luo chased the rabbit away, otherwise the sound would probably scare the little girl to tears.

"What will happen if the Aurors catch him?" John asked, "What crime will they charge him with? Kidnapping or kidnapping a magical creature?"

John said calmly, "We all know how many people see werewolves as humanoids, not humans."

Killing humans and humanoids is a completely different crime.

One is a fellow species, the other is an intelligent animal.

Old Barty was speechless. He said in a deep voice: "You resorted to lynching. Not only did you bring shame to the Ministry of Magic, but those pure-bloods will also join hands to deal with you."

"Rare pure blood requires means to maintain the bloodline. Carl is the only child of the Carlo family."

Old Batty stared at John's face and said coldly: "The demise of a family is enough for the purebloods to deal with you at all costs."

Pure-blood families are human beings too, and they are also afraid that one day their family will decline.

Although the purebloods today possess enormous wealth, their numbers are becoming increasingly scarce.

They will be afraid that one day they will become like the Carlo family, where the last descendant died in unclear circumstances.

The only way is to make an unwritten rule that they need to stick together for the sake of the family.

And Crouch is also a pure-blood.

He came to warn John, which was the best help he could do as a friend.

How will those officials, those businessmen, and so many pure-blooded people react when they receive this news?

Old Batty knew the power of those people.

"You should be scared, John." He didn't call him Johnny, but said with a headache, "They don't know your true face, they will bite you like crazy."

"Karl can die in the Ministry of Magic, but he must not die at the hands of others."

"What about you, old Batty?" John said with an inexplicable smile, "Are you going to follow that unwritten rule and attack me too?"

Old Batty was furious when he heard this, "Do you think I would do this?"

"Just confirming." John waved his hand and said in a relaxed manner, "As long as you don't join in."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Old Batty frowned. "I know you are doing this to stabilize the werewolves, which is also indirectly helping me, but if they join forces, I can't help you much."

As the Minister of Magic, Barty Sr. cannot monopolize all the power.

Purebloods need political power to consolidate their status, so a lot of power is in the hands of purebloods.

Old Barty was never afraid when facing the external Voldemort, but although those pure bloods did not have Voldemort's strength, their power and wealth were soft power.

Cutting flesh with a blunt knife will not kill you but will cause pain.

"They won't join forces, old Batty," said John.

"This is an agreement..."

As soon as Old Batty opened his mouth, he was interrupted by John.

"A promise needs to be kept." John smiled in an ambiguous manner, "There is always a lack of people in the world who know the times. The heavy price will make them consider it."

His words made old Batty fall silent.

It was like a huge shock, causing the blood color on old Batty's face to quickly fade away.

Old Batty's lips turned pale, as if he had thought of something, and he asked in horror: "Tangmi, where is Tangmi Shelby?"

He finally remembered something was wrong.

As John's butler, Silverhand's most trusted person.

Donmi Shelby had not seen anyone since he entered the manor.

Not only that, Silverhand Manor was surprisingly quiet.

The security guards were gone.

Thinking of a possibility, Old Batty roared, "Tell me, John!"

Tai Luo was holding a black and white rabbit in the flowers with a bright smile on her face.

John stroked the emerald green ring with his fingers and said calmly, "Old Batty, you know, rules are only meant to restrain the weak."

"And Silver Hand... has never been in this category."

"Listen well, old Batty, playing in the storm of the night."

...

The explosion broke the peace of the Rawl family.

The three Rawls discussed how to deal with Johnny Silverhand, solemnly speaking of the agreement between purebloods.

However, their house was blown open, and the hook pierced the tall blond man's shoulder blade and dragged him into the darkness.

The light of the curse spread across the old house of Rawl, and this house with hundreds of years of history was destroyed by the curse.

The same scene occurred in several other families.

The Selwyn family is one of the twenty-eight holy pure bloods. They have noble blood and believe in the concept of purity just like Black.

It was also because of this idea that the members of their family became supporters of Voldemort.

At this moment, the head of the Selwyn family was fleeing in the forest outside the castle in a panic.

Selwyn slipped and fell into the river.

The exquisite Selwyn, they are known for their handsome looks and neat clothes.

Now he didn't dare to delay for a moment. The smelly mud stuck to his clothes and hair, and his face was full of fear.

The strong current swept Selwyn to the other bank.

He didn't dare to stop and ran without stopping.

Sometimes a figure would flash behind him, making him terrified.

Maybe he was unlucky, he ran to a cliff.

"Apparate, Apparate!"

Selwyn kept waving his broken wand, trying to escape from this place.

But he couldn't use the Apparition.

In anger, he threw his wand away and growled.

"Look who this is?" came the laughter.

Selwyn turned and looked away, his face pale.

A man with a hippie face and an Asian wizard approached.

"You can't do this!"

Selwyn said in horror: "I am Selwyn's descendant. I have pure and sacred wizard blood flowing in my body!"

"Oh?" Gauss pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Holy wizard blood? Then I would like to ask the pure Selwyn, why do you want to go against my Lord?"

"That was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to target Lord Silverhand." Selwyn's face was pale as he explained in a panic, "It was Carl, yes, Carl Carlo!"

Like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving branch, he frantically explained: "Carl Carlo planned all this, and, and Rawl! That's right, it's all them, I am innocent!"

He tried his best to explain, but the Asian wizard next to Gauss showed impatience on his face and drew his wand to take action.

"Shh..." Gauss raised his finger to signal Selwyn to be quiet, then scolded the Asian wizard, "How can you treat the pure Selwyn like this!"

The Asian wizard's face darkened, and Selwyn seemed to see hope.

Gauss pulled an anonymous wand from his pocket and chided, "Of course you have to use this wand. Your wand will be traced by others. It's not professional at all."

The Asian wizard took the wand impatiently.

"Wait, I can give you money, I have lots of money!"

"In a drawer in my study..."

"Avada Kedavra"

The ruthless voice made Selwyn's ruler fall into the valley. The Asian wizard broke the anonymous wand expressionlessly and threw it into the cliff.

Gauss said bitterly: "How foolish! Even if I kill you, the money will be mine too."