I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Sighing, John received the letter from Tang Mi.

The banquet has been arranged and we can go there tomorrow night.

John wrote him a letter back.

When I went downstairs, I heard my parents talking about where to travel.

Since they were two people, Mrs. Wick wanted to visit the United States.

Watson Wick was quite critical of this. He felt that he could examine the local customs and customs where he lived a good life.

My eldest uncle Seryozha also participated and said that he would go to his parents' house.

Alexei objected, saying it would be better to go to Assanna. He heard that by swimming in the holy river there, one could collect the periodic table of elements.

Several people talked to each other, as if they were the ones traveling.

In the end, Mrs. Wick suppressed everyone because the United States was going to hold a fashion week, and everyone's objections were ineffective.

"John, where are you going?" Mrs. Wick was still reasonable and knew how to ask her son who was traveling with her.

John said casually: "I can do either, and America is not bad either."

What he was thinking was that it seemed that trainee Jin went to school in Ilvermorny.

And Ilvermorny also has some connections with Hogwarts. The founder is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin.

As a Slytherin, it makes sense to go and see it, right?

Hearing that John was okay, Mrs. Wick simply finalized the goal.

She happily packed her luggage and put her travel time on the day after tomorrow.

We happened to miss the banquet with John, and I have to say that mother and son are connected.

The premise is that Mrs. Wick didn't call a group of rich women from the beauty salon to go shopping together. Anyway, John has already seen Watson there, taking the bill and starting to calculate whether he will have to eat pasta from next month.

Middle-aged and old men can't afford to be hurt.

…

The next day.

The Scimitar-Horned Snorlax was thrown into the closet. This creature, like the boggart, liked such dark places.

Walking into the basement, John used the Floo network to appear directly in the office.

He established an independent channel outside the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network system.

He even wanted to establish an exclusive floo network belonging to Johnny Silverhand's system, but this idea was temporarily suppressed.

Shortly after appearing in the office, John heard a knock on the door.

Tang Mi opened the door and came in. He looked respectful and said, "Sir, Lucius is here."

John waved his hand to indicate that he knew.

Not long after Tang Mi left, Lucius walked in, but his face looked a little bad.

"Lucius, my friend, does it embarrass you to come to my banquet?" John asked in a deep voice.

There was some panic in Lucius's expression. He turned around and looked around to make sure no one was there before closing the door.

He walked towards John, unable to hide his nervousness.

"Lord Johnny Silverhand, it, it's reacting." Lucius rolled up his left sleeve, and a mark on it made him feel a slight pain.

When John heard this, he raised his hand to interrupt him, put down his Heart of Silence and activated the Silence Barrier, gesturing for Lucius to continue.

Lucius suppressed the panic in his eyes and said: "Since yesterday, the Dark Mark has been reacting. This is the Death Eaters summoning me. They want to let me go back."

As he said that, Lucius couldn't help but plead: "Your Excellency, you have to help me this time."

Lucius knew that the other party knew his identity, so after receiving the call, he immediately came to find Johnny Silverhand.

In his opinion, the only one who can help him is the other party.

After receiving the help of Johnny Silverhand, he not only returned to the position of Hogwarts school director, but also increased Malfoy's prestige.

Compared to being frightened around the Dark Lord before, he preferred being in Johnny Silverhand's lineup.

After listening to what he said, John said calmly: "Don't panic, Lucius, if you believe me, I hope you will respond to the Death Eaters' call."

These words made Lucius's heart sink. Is Johnny Silverhand going to give up on him?

John could feel the change in his mood and knew the other person's thoughts at the same time. He shook his head and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not giving up on you, but letting you look for opportunities with the Death Eaters."

"Opportunity?" Lucius looked stunned.

John said meaningfully: "This is an opportunity to completely remove your identity as a Death Eater. I can erase this mark for you, but you need to use it to return to the ranks of Death Eaters first."

Lucius understood that this was to make him an undercover agent.

Thinking that he could get rid of his identity as a Death Eater, Lucius agreed.

…

Chapter 177 Banquet and Big Shots

With the assets that John now owns, it is very easy to buy a manor or something.

Shafiq's original manor was renamed Silver Hand Manor.

Some 'big shots' that you don't usually see enter the manor, and they all have an invitation in their hands.

Standing at the door were members of the Silver Hand security team. Some of them were retired Aurors, and some were full-time Dark Wizards.

Without exception, these people are elites.

The people who came for the appointment were secretly shocked that this power could win against any pure-blood family.

It's no wonder that Shafiq was kicked out in despair. The people who came here included pure-blood families, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and wizards from foreign countries.

Alex, the Potions Master, was dressed in a noble, blue robe, with a modified cane, and the Merlin First Class Medal on his chest was particularly conspicuous.

Lucius Malfoy came with John, wearing a black velvet dress and a gem ring the size of a dove egg on his left hand.

Everyone who sees this scene will start to re-examine Lucius Malfoy.

But more people's eyes followed the movement of the silver mask, and many people showed flattering smiles on their faces, and their flattery was very obvious.

"I am very happy that you can come to my banquet." The silver ring and alexandrite on his left hand shined under the light.

Johnny Silverhand spoke, and everyone silently kept their mouths shut.

Barty Crouch was among them, staring at Lucius.

"Among the people who arrived, there were officials, some people who had made mistakes in the past, and scholars from academia. They are an indispensable part of the magic world that is driven by gears."

As John looked across, under the light, officials from the Ministry of Magic, potion masters, former Death Eaters... they all coexisted harmoniously in this manor.

Pureblood, half-blood, muggleborn, werewolf.

They were probably supposed to be enemies, and were able to be here because of the prestige of the King of Knockturn Alley, and also because of the generosity of Lord Johnny Silverhand.

The speech ended generously, and John’s last words were: “Let us honor the world, which brings us together.

Here’s to our friends, helping each other achieve when we need it most.

We respect the worries and setbacks in the future, and we may die, but as long as they don’t kill us, they will eventually make us stronger. "

Hold the wine glass high, and the contents in the glass will exude a mellow aroma.

After drinking a glass of wine, John walked down the high platform wisely.

This banquet, in addition to gathering one's own strength, also allows these people to have more intersections of interests.

Magic officials will discuss with scholars, dark wizards will clink glasses with former enemies, and potions masters will negotiate with materials dealers.

Every clink of glasses and every laugh makes this interest group stronger.

And at the center of them is the man named Johnny Silverhand.

As long as Johnny Silverhand exists, these relationships are unbreakable.

Only Johnny Silverhand can bring these people together.

The new head of the Auror Office, Piers Thicknesse, came to John with a glass of wine.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to clink glasses with you."

As expected of someone who had been praised by John for his ability to dance, Pierce knew very well how he got into this position of real power and clinked glasses with John respectfully.

"Auror defense funds need to be used to purchase a batch of striker equipment." He was really good at being a man. The funds Pierce had just obtained from here were sent back to John.

John was very satisfied with his little brother, nodded, and said meaningfully: "I will give you a discount, and I will only give it to you."

Pierce was extremely surprised when he heard this, and quickly brought up another glass of wine.

He drank too quickly, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face. Just when he was about to drink another glass, John held his hand and said: "Don't be greedy for good wine. There are many people here. You shouldn't let yourself drink." drunk."

After being reminded, Pierce suddenly understood, thanked him repeatedly, lowered his posture, took the wine glass and went to find other people.

Tang Mi walked to John and whispered: "Sir, old Batty is waiting for you in the room."

John put down his wine glass, declined the invitation of a scholar, and walked into the study room that originally belonged to Sean Shafiq.

Barty Crouch Sr. was already waiting here. He was sitting on the sofa, his short gray hair carefully combed, and his expression showed some worry.

Seeing John come in, he subconsciously stood up and was pushed down by John.

"Barty, my friend." John sat behind the desk, stroking the ring on his left hand with his right hand, and asked, "You look very bad. Is there anything bothering you?"

Barty Crouch Sr. struggled, but after seeing everything that happened today, the reluctance he felt in his heart surged up again.

He stood up and walked to the desk, with some unknown emotions, and said bitterly: "Your Excellency, I made a mistake."

"I was very close to that position, but because of Quanzi..."

He closed his eyes in pain and recalled the day when Voldemort fell.

As head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he is responsible for trying Death Eaters for their crimes.

It was that day that he found out that his son was actually a Death Eater. He had been extremely proud of him, but that day made him completely fall into the abyss.

Even though he sent his son to Azkaban with integrity, he was still criticized and missed the position of Minister of Magic.

It was that one mistake that made me make the same mistake again and again.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice and hoarsely: "I made an extremely wrong decision. My wife, she begged me to save her son. For this, she was willing to sacrifice herself, so I..."

During the visit, his wife used a compound potion to switch identities with Barty Crouch Jr.

Soon after, his wife died in Azkaban. Everyone only thought that Barty Crouch Jr. was dead. No one knew that he had actually escaped from prison.

Old Barty confessed all this. John listened carefully and said with deep eyes: "My friend, I am flattered by your honesty. In return for your honesty, what do you want me to do for you?"

Old Batty didn't confess all this for no reason, there must be a reason, and John could guess the reason.

"I want to fight for it again, Your Excellency." Old Batty raised his head, with fighting spirit and unwillingness in his eyes.

The case of Peter Pettigrew brought him back into contention for a position he had once been denied.

This time he didn't want to miss it, he wanted to fight again, and the key person was John, the Lord Johnny Silverhand in front of him.

For this reason, he will face this person with the most sincerity.

John smiled hearing his thoughts.

"I'm glad, old Barty, I've been waiting for you."

John stood up and walked out, held old Barty's hand, and said seriously: "My friend, I will provide you with a space enough to display your fists."

Old Batty was very moved. He knew that besides himself, there were actually people who could compete for this position.

When John said this, he was showing his hand and supporting himself.

"The Triwizard Tournament is a good turning point, old Barty, I will help you, because we are friends, not by blood but connected by bones."

Approaching old Batty's ear, John whispered: "I can see that you love your son, but at this critical moment, he is the most important thing."

Old Batty lost his competitiveness because of his son, so he naturally knows the meaning of this sentence.

If anyone knew that Barty Sr. had a Death Eater son, it would probably become the next scandal.