Chapter 167

It got into John's pocket and slept. It didn't wake up just now in the air.

John said: "This is the Snorlax, Hagrid, can you take care of it for a while? It will be fine when school starts."

"Of course!" Hagrid nodded hastily, fearing that John would think he was unhappy.

As a magizoologist, his favorite thing is weird and magical animals.

Although the Snorlax has nothing to do with fire dragons or the like, Hagrid's eyes lit up when he saw it sneezing directly onto his shoulder.

Immediately he became worried again and said in embarrassment: "John, I have never seen a Snorlax."

"Don't worry, I don't understand it either. That's why I need a magical animal expert to study it, right?" John smiled. He didn't understand this creature he created.

There is no better person to care for than Hagrid, an expert in magical creatures.

Hagrid felt like he had found a treasure.

At dawn, John said goodbye to Hagrid and went directly to Silverhand Manor after leaving.

The original Shafiq Manor has been guarded by multiple security guards, and many magic spells have also been set up to prevent intruders.

John appeared wearing a silver mask, and the security guards all looked in awe.

Go to the dungeon, where Tang Mi is already waiting.

There was also Heinrich, who looked indifferent, and Jin, who was trying to strike up a conversation.

Tang Mi came over and whispered: "Old Batty is in the study."

John glanced at the dungeon, where the young man was being locked up. Through a layer of water mirror, he could still see the madness on the other man's face.

He told Tang Mi: "Let old Batty come down."

Tang Mi leaves.

John turned his attention to Kim Ledisley and smiled bitterly, "You should have discovered it, right?"

Jin Chubian remained calm, with a hearty smile on his face, scratched his head and said, "Actually, I have been curious about what you look like from the beginning, and I happened to find the ring yesterday."

John was a little helpless. He didn't check for a while, but his vest was stripped off.

But it doesn't matter if he discovered it, John spread his hands and said, "Then what are you going to do now? Telling others Johnny Silverhand's true identity will definitely make you rich overnight."

"I'm not a fool," Jin said respectfully, "Youth is always a bargaining chip. Johnny Silverhand can make Knockturn Alley tremble, and such a young John Wick is enough to make the wizarding world tremble."

John laughed dumbly. He was indeed the person he liked, not a fool.

You're right, youth is never a bad thing. Johnny Silverhand's strength is based on his own strength. The younger he is, the more fearful he is.

Barty Crouch Sr. is here.

Just one night later, he felt like he had suffered a huge blow.

With empty steps, he was brought in and saw little Barty locked in the dungeon.

With struggle in his eyes, he came to John and said solemnly: "Thank you, Your Excellency."

He was talking about defeating the thugs and taking away Barty.

"Old Barty, Old Barty." John shook his head and sighed: "Your carelessness almost caused the results you have worked hard to build throughout your life to collapse."

"Women and children can be careless, but men cannot."

Barty Crouch Sr. turned pale after being told that. He licked his lips, and finally turned into a sigh.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. Maybe it's because he was the son I was once proud of, the son my wife gave her life for." Old Barty seemed to be more than ten years older, his straight back bent, "I used the Imperius Curse on him. , let the elf keep an eye on him, but he still relented."

There were mixed emotions in his eyes, whether it was hatred or distress. This man who had tried countless prisoners and launched massacres against Death Eaters was old.

Time not only makes people older physically, but also leaves scars on the soul.

John walked over, grabbed his shoulders and shook him to cheer up old Barty.

"Old Batty, leave the matter to me, I will keep an eye on him for you."

Old Barty looked at his son. Through the water mirror, he saw only hatred, and in the end all his words turned into sighs.

Now that he's gone, there are still many things for Old Batty to deal with.

John could see that he had complicated emotions towards Barty Jr., while Barty Jr. only had simple and pure hatred.

"Are you resentful?" Entering the dungeon, John looked at little Barty indifferently and asked, "Do you hate your father?"

"I no longer have a father, he said it himself!" Little Barty yelled nervously.

He was imprisoned for thirteen years and controlled by the Imperius Curse for thirteen years!

Back then, in the trial court, even though he was crying and trying to explain to his father that he did not torture the Longbottom family, Old Barty still roared that he had no son.

From that day on, Barty Crouch became the source of Barty Jr.'s hatred.

Little Barty's hands and feet were tied up with chains. John raised his hand and the chains tightened to pull him up.

Pulling off his left hand, John saw the Death Eater mark.

When he saw the mark, little Barty's eyes showed enthusiasm.

Only Voldemort, like Barty Jr., is trapped by his father's name.

During his time in captivity, he had come to regard Voldemort as a father he followed.

"Voldemort will return to this world!" he shouted, looking crazy.

Tang Mi walked in with a dark face, but John stopped him.

He said softly to little Barty: "You know, your father actually loves you very much."

Little Barty looked disdainful and didn't even care.

Looking at the Dark Mark, John asked Tang Mi: "This mark will connect Death Eaters and Voldemort, right?"

Tang Mi nodded without knowing why.

John stared at the mark and raised his hand to hold it in the air.

The sword of Silver Wake appeared from his hand.

Little Barty was flustered for no reason. When he saw the sword pointed at his left hand, he shouted loudly: "What are you going to do? Stop it!"

"You know," John said softly, "I have killed the Voldemort you followed twice."

Little Barty's pupils were shaking.

In a flash of silver light, his left hand was cut off at the root.

A scream, isolated in the dungeon by the water mirror.

Little Barty's eyes were about to burst, the blood vessels on his neck were bulging, his face turned blood red, and his mouth opened wide and he roared.

The pain of his broken hand eroded his brain, and his fanaticism for Voldemort was also constantly under attack.

This scene caught everyone by surprise.

Tang Mi thought that John would be imprisoned, but he never thought that he would be so cruel.

That's old Batty's son.

It wasn't over yet. John took out his magic wand and said indifferently to Barty: "The soul is back."

Little Barty stopped twitching, and his soul was dragged out of his body.

His soul has a snake-like mark, which is Voldemort's magic.

Pierce the soul with the wand and pull out the mark.

John flicked his wand, and the mark fell on the severed hand.

Carving a spell on his soul, John nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now, you are expelled as a Death Eater."

Pressing the soul and stuffing it back, he snapped his fingers and the severed hand flew in front of him.

Conjuring a box to put the severed hand in, John murmured: "This may lead to Voldemort."

Glancing at the ashen-faced little Barty, John said calmly: "You can move around as you like, but you should know that you can't get out."

With a casual wave of his hand, the chains on little Barty were lifted.

Leave the dungeon with the remaining three people.

Tang Mi couldn't help but ask: "Sir, don't we need to take care of him?"

"Don't care about him?" John curled his lips: "Just let him stay well. That's Old Barty's son, so of course we have to take good care of him."

Heinrich looked enthusiastic, and the soul magic made him intoxicated.

Tang Mi was speechless. You cut off his hand and said you would take good care of him.

John left a mark on Barty Jr. that he couldn't leave. This was the reason why he let Barty go.

The severed hand was well preserved, and John asked Rita Skeeter to report on how Barty Crouch heroically led the team to resist the mob yesterday.

Of course, the reward should not be less, so as not to make his subordinates feel cold.

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Chapter 190 Missing the train

"Master, my master!"

When Voldemort, who was like a deformed baby, was found, Peter Pettigrew just said stupidly.

Voldemort saw this and used his little remaining power to heal him.

At the same time, he was led out of the cabin.

Unfortunately, a blind witch broke into this place.

Voldemort discovered that she had been attacked by a powerful oblivion curse. After curing her, he learned through Legilimency that his followers were still alive.

Just when Old Batty went to Silverhand Manor, he didn't know that someone had already entered his house.

Voldemort waited all night, but failed to find his loyal followers.

…

A week has passed since the World Cup.

John did not go home, and his luggage had been placed at Silverhand Manor.

Tomorrow is the day when school starts, and Kim Ledisray returns to Ilvermorny.

Before leaving, John gave him the identity of an American branch assistant and asked him to assist Nagini.

"I'm leaving. See you next year." Kim Ledisley sighed.

Heinrich had a dark face and said coldly: "Get out of here."

Jin grinned, waved goodbye, and left via the portkey.

Due to the Triwizard Tournament, Heinrich did not need to return to Durmstrang.

John spent the rest of the time refining the philosopher's stone, and finally made the fourth one on the morning of the first day of school.

Go to King's Cross Station and drive by Tang Mi.

John was in the back seat, holding the Daily Prophet.

"Rita is a smart person."

I saw the newspapers praising Barty Crouch for his hard work during the World Cup, and when the riots occurred, Barty Crouch responded quickly and did not cause any casualties.

At the end, Rita also thanked the generous citizen Johnny Silverhand for helping out.

According to people familiar with the matter, Lord Johnny Silverhand defeated the large army with just one blow.

This incident caused an uproar in the Ministry of Magic. After all, there were at least nearly a hundred wizards participating in the riot, and they could break through a hundred with one strike. This level of strength was completely on Dumbledore's level.

There are rumors that Johnny Silverhand is likely to be a wizard on Dumbledore's level.

Some people even secretly called him another title, Second King.

It’s self-evident who is first.

John read the newspaper, showed a self-deprecating smile, and said: "Dumbledore's level? Overestimating me."