I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The whole place was quiet.

The score is set.

310:100

"The referee blew the whistle, the game ended, Slytherin won."

Ernie announced the result and the crowd cheered for the match.

The exciting and wonderful game will make your adrenaline rush.

Malfoy took off the Golden Snitch and looked at Cho Chang triumphantly.

"See, I told you that you were struggling to survive."

This hurtful taunt made Qiu Zhang lose his defense and he left crying on the spot.

"..." John looked at Malfoy's arrogant appearance and didn't know whether he should tell him what the consequences of doing this would be?

In this game, Malfoy and Astoria were undoubtedly the main contributors.

This made him extremely famous and he enjoyed the attention from the four academies.

Back in the common room, Malfoy was lifted up and ran towards the ceiling, cheering.

Astoria also deserves credit.

They held a party to celebrate Malfoy's first victory as captain.

Well, John was a substitute hitter in the first game, so it doesn’t count.

Someone urged Malfoy to kiss Astoria, and then the unlucky guy was hung in the corridor, unable to even enter the lounge, and no one dared to make a fuss anymore.

While everyone was happy, Basil brought a newspaper.

He casually opened it and looked at it.

Just this one glance made his pupils tremble violently.

Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was attacked and killed, and the Dark Mark appeared over her residence.

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Chapter 474 Something is wrong with Old Batty

The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is dead?

This is the biggest job murder to date.

Something even more frightening happened.

The attack on Weasley was just the beginning.

Amelia Bones dies.

The situation escalated.

Those who were interested analyzed the matter and suddenly discovered something.

There may be a reason for Amelia's death.

survey.

And everyone knows that the person Amelia has been investigating is...

Johnny Silverhand!

...

"I knew it, I knew it, those who disobey him will have a bad ending!"

"He has killed five families, and now even high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic have taken action."

"Weasley? Maybe he was the one who did Weasley!"

The pure-blood families knew more about the affairs of the five families than anyone else.

So they were panicked.

In their view, Johnny Silverhand had become a dictator.

Any dissenting voices will be killed.

Panic spread throughout the magical community.

Old Batty was given a headache by all the noise, and he couldn't believe that his competitor Amelia Bones died just like that.

The words of those people kept flooding into his mind. He frowned, with a look of fear in his eyes, "Is that you, John?"

He thought of the five families, then of the Weasleys, and now of Amelia Bones.

What they all have in common is the Dark Mark that Johnny Silverhand used to absolve himself of his crimes.

And this news is scary.

They all thought it was Johnny Silverhand who did it.

"Murder of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. That is a serious charge."

Old Batty paced back and forth, his mind in turmoil.

Whether to choose to believe John or to have doubts that make him unable to calm down.

"Pierce, tell me, what should I do?"

Pius Thicknesse, who had been promoted to a senior official in the Ministry of Magic, had a sullen look on his face in old Barty's private residence.

This smooth official, who has always been able to get along with everyone, was stumped by old Batty's question.

Even he is unable to give a conclusion to his immediate boss now.

"The pure-blood families are investigating the deaths of the five families again," Pierce mused. "The Bones family has a high reputation among the pure-bloods and made great contributions during the Voldemort era."

"So?" Old Batty slammed the table excitedly and shouted, "What do you want to say?"

"Excuse me, Minister Crouch, how likely do you think it is that Johnny Silverhand is involved?" Pierce said calmly, "We all know who has the ability and motivation to do this."

Pierce's words tore apart what Batty didn't want to face in his heart.

He sat down slowly, and the depression in his chest was exhaled slowly from his mouth.

Pierce was not in a hurry. He looked at old Batty quietly.

There was a long silence.

"Minister Crouch, we have to face reality," Pierce said.

"Reality?" Old Batty laughed at himself. "I thought he and I would be friends."

"He is too narrow-minded. Even though you have repeatedly stressed not to attack pure-bloods," Pierce said with a strange look in his eyes, "he doesn't seem to take you seriously."

"Johnny Silverhand, he has untold wealth, well-trained private security, and desperadoes working for him."

Pierce said excitedly: "His existence is the biggest threat. If the Minister of Magic cannot fulfill his wish one day, will he change the Minister?"

"He did, Minister Crouch."

Layer after layer of bloody truth was torn off.

Old Batty seemed convinced. He said hoarsely, "I know what to do now. Thank you, Pierce."

Seeing that old Batty was convinced, Pierce breathed a sigh of relief and said with a faint smile on his face: "We are in the same group, Minister Crouch."

Old Batty stood up and saw Pierce off.

Walking out of the house, old Batty stared at Pierce's leaving figure and found something wrong.

He looked at Pierce's drooping left index finger, where a ring should have been.

"Pierce, where's your ring?"

Pierce stopped walking and the smile on his face disappeared.

Turning his head expressionlessly, he said coldly: "Do you have to say it, Minister Crouch?"

Old Batty's face changed, and he was about to close the door the moment the other party took out the magic wand.

"hiss--"

Old Batty's movements froze, and black veins spread across his neck.

He looked down with difficulty and saw the small emerald green snake biting his ankle.

Old Batty couldn't move and could only watch the other person coming towards him.

"My master told me that you have a lot of Silver Hand merchandise."

The face was like plasticine, changing rapidly.

"Where...is...Pierce?"

Old Batty was out of breath and he asked with difficulty.

"Him? He should be sleeping somewhere now."

The man approached old Batty and whispered in a devilish voice: "Guess when he will be of no use?"

Old Batty's eyes widened, and he wanted to slap the face that came too close.

But now he couldn't even move a finger.

The man raised his right hand and held up a finger, poking it lightly at old Batty's body.

Old Batty fell straight down.

"Go to sleep, my dear Minister Crouch."

Pulling out his wand and pointing it at Crouch, the man smiled wickedly, "Give Silverhand my regards."

Old Batty's eyelids closed heavily, and a voice sounded in his ears.

Imperio

...

Star Club.

"Something's wrong." He said to himself.

He held the newspaper in his hand and read it repeatedly in the Star Society.

"Old Batty..."

Look at the above about the Minister of Magic coming forward personally and promising to find the murderer and punish him severely.

This statement made John feel strange.

Old Batty didn't even contact me. Does that mean he believes in me unconditionally?

The relationship between him and Batty Sr. is between cooperation and friendship. More often than not, they just take what they need in the name of friendship.

Barty Sr. needed John's financial resources, and John needed Barty Sr.'s development as the Minister of Magic.

But this time, old Batty actually withstood the pressure and didn't even bother to question himself.

The last time the Weasley family was attacked, old Barty angrily found John, slammed the table and asked if it was him.

Doubt planted a seed in John's mind and he stared at the newspaper above.

"Amelia Bones is dead. Was it Voldemort?"

he thought.

Amelia Bones is not only an official of the Ministry of Magic, but also an extremely outstanding witch.

To defeat her, she would either have to be ambushed by a group of people or Voldemort would have to do it himself.

But so far, there is still zero information about Voldemort.

The other party never revealed his whereabouts from beginning to end.

John couldn't even be sure whether the other party was in the country or abroad.

The information asymmetry made John feel troubled.