Chapter 231

This iconic costume is that of Oxer, the index-fingered man.

The extremely cruel dark wizard would cut off the fingers of his prey as a souvenir.

Three wizards had already suffered, and the men were frightened.

"Please, let me go."

The man's back was wet with cold sweat. He was so frightened that he crawled to the ground and knelt down at the feet of Oxer, the index-fingered man, begging for mercy.

"I'm really not a Death Eater anymore." He said sincerely, his face covered with tears and runny nose.

Oxer, the index-fingered man, sneered, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and cut open the man's left sleeve.

The Dark Mark is revealed.

Oxer lifted up his windbreaker to reveal the silver sickle mark on the inner layer, and mocked: "You should know what this means."

"Star Disciple, you joined Star Disciple?!" the man screamed.

A look of fanaticism appeared on Oxer's face, and he said intoxicatedly: "Only in that adult can I feel what true power is."

The man was completely weak. He thought he could beg for mercy or hand over all his assets if nothing happened.

But the star disciples don't care about this. They don't care at all. They enjoy the pleasure of killing and are ruthless killing machines.

The man knew he couldn't escape, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to fight to the death.

Looking up suddenly, the man was about to take action.

He saw the wand already pressed against his forehead, Oxer's mocking eyes stimulating his nerves.

"It's a pity that you are not one of the elites on the list, but let's solve it by the way."

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, found the man's name from the list of names on it, and read it aloud.

"Hope Cliff has caused magical harm to at least three Muggles, resulting in the death of at least one Muggle.

According to the verdict of the Court of Stars, the death penalty will be executed by the star disciples. "

Oxer was like a law enforcer. After reading, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, jokingly saying: "I wish you a sweet dream."

"Reducto"

Hope's head exploded, sending pieces of flesh flying.

Some splashed on his body, and Hope brushed it off with an indifferent expression.

Use a short knife to peel off the Dark Mark on the intact left hand, and cut off an index finger as a souvenir.

After waving his hand, he walked out the door, tidied his clothes, and left without looking back.

…

Blind Pig Bar.

This is a bar located at the junction of Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley.

Because of its unique geographical location, it has become a mixed bag.

I don't know if it's the smoke or the heat of the food, but the smoke fills the bar with orange lights.

There were many drunkards in the dark bar.

After drinking a large glass of beer, the rosy-nosed wizard looked around and knew there was gossip.

"Hope Cliff is dead." The rosacea wizard said with fear on his face: "You should really see how miserable he died."

"Kelifu? I remember he was not from a pipe dredging company. Why did he die suddenly?"

The skinny wizard at the same table was shocked. After all, death was not something that happened in Voldemort's era.

When the rosacea wizard saw his exclusive information, he immediately became proud and said loudly: "You don't know yet, do you? Hope Cliff is a Death Eater."

"Hell, I thought he was an honest man. My wife asked him to clear the pipes last time." The man wearing a green wizard hat on the left side of the rosacea wizard cursed, "No wonder the water pipes in my house are clogged every two days. My wife even called him by name, so it turned out to be his fault!"

This is a wizard with a lot of stories, well, why not?

The skinny wizard was interrupted from listening to the story. He was dissatisfied and yelled at the cuckold wizard, and asked with a strong sense of gossip, "How did he die? Was he found by an Auror?"

"If he is found by an Auror, he will be lucky." The rosacea wizard glanced at the bottomed wine glass. The thin wizard was very smart and asked the bartender to bring a full glass.

The rosacea wizard took a long sip with satisfaction. After putting down the glass, a look of fear appeared on his face and said: "He was visited by a star disciple. I live next door to him and heard it clearly."

"Those star disciples are constantly searching for traces of Death Eaters. They may appear anywhere. God, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been scared to death. Don't you think so, Benson?"

Finding that the wizard opposite him was pale, the rosacea wizard asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want me to take you back?"

"No, no, I'll go back by myself."

Benson stood up with his feet weak.

At this time, the man in a suit and tuxedo was welcomed in by the owner of the Blind Pig Bar, and a new one was posted on the blackboard filled with various rewards.

Their table is very close to the blackboard.

The rosacea wizard took a look and shouted: "Oh my God, you can get 200 Galleons for reporting Death Eaters, and 500 Galleons for killing Death Eaters. This is simply giving away money!"

His shouting caused everyone to look over. After they saw what was written on it, they were all shocked by this generous gesture.

The cuckold wizard muttered: "It's fake, who would do this? If you can't pay by then, it will be a big shame."

When his eyes moved down and saw the silver sickle symbol on it, he shut up.

That is the sign of the Star Disciple.

The rosacea wizard excitedly grabbed Benson who was about to leave, causing his expression to change drastically.

The man in the tuxedo smiled and chuckled like a gentleman: "If you are willing to provide clues to help, we will be very grateful, just like now."

Now?

Everyone was confused by this statement.

The man in the tuxedo turned his head with a smile. Benson, who was being pulled by Rosacea, felt his scalp numb, so he opened Rosacea's hand and ran out.

When he was about to reach the door, the man in the tuxedo made no move.

The next second, he appeared at the door like a ghost, the wand in his hand emitted red light, and Benson fell to the ground.

This scene happened suddenly, and the rosacea wizard still stretched out his hand blankly.

The man in a tuxedo in front of the blackboard took out 200 Galleons from his pocket and placed it on the table. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The dull sound of the Galleon bag hitting the table woke everyone up, and they stared blankly at the two identical men.

The skinny wizard said with a trembling voice: "Yes, it's a star disciple."

Following his hand, the rosacea wizard's legs weakened and he sat down on the ground.

There is a touch of silver under the collar of the two people, which is a silver sickle.

These two people are members of the Star Disciples, the Ashborn Twins.

The same thing happens everywhere.

Even in remote places, Death Eaters will be found.

Some Death Eaters were afraid and simply surrendered. They would rather be imprisoned in Azkaban than have these madmen come to their door.

No one knows where these star disciples came from. They only know that these people were once extremely terrifying dark wizards, and they were extremely cruel to Death Eaters.

Especially those who were loyal to Voldemort, they were all hiding.

There have been many times when someone used the Dark Mark to summon them, causing them heavy losses.

The result was that even if the Dark Mark lit up again, they would not dare to rush past.

When the Death Eaters did not respond to his call, Voldemort became furious.

The majestic Dark Lord personally went to find the Death Eaters, which made him feel aggrieved.

However, when he arrived at the home of Death Eater MacNeil, MacNeil was gone. Instead, there were pieces of skin that had been peeled off and the Dark Mark was spread out there.

Make it into a sentence.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Voldemort had never been so humiliated.

But he can't speak out yet, he wants to regain his strength as soon as possible.

A single strike of the spell destroyed the entire building, and Voldemort apparated away.

Those star disciples appeared out of nowhere and launched a hunt for the Death Eaters.

…

John touched the head of the black long-eared owl Riddle and listened to the results of the battle.

Tang Mi came to tell him that Old Batty came to visit.

The purpose of Old Batty's arrival is very clear, for the election.

"Old Barty is going to run for Minister of Magic, give him a gift."

After John finished speaking, he took out a book and flipped through it.

He said to himself: "I said, I will settle the score."

Dumbledore.

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Chapter 255 Severus and Johnny Silverhand

Old Barty came to Silverhand Manor. He had some questions to ask Johnny Silverhand, and at the same time, his expression was not good.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement under Amelia is the real power department and basically represents the entire armed forces of the Ministry of Magic.

Historically, seven out of ten people who have been able to hold the position of Minister of Magic came from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

It can be said that in the Ministry of Magic, one person is lower than ten thousand people.

Although there were changes in the Triwizard Tournament, it was generally good. Old Barty's reputation in the magical world was improved.

Because of his decisiveness and proper handling of subsequent events, he still remains popular.

He could see that to break the stalemate with Amelia, he needed an outside force.

Either Dumbledore or Johnny Silverhand.

The two of them are now considered the number one and two wizards in the wizarding world. Dumbledore doesn't want to be involved in this matter, so Old Barty has an even greater advantage.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand."

Old Barty came in and saw the silver mask gracefully stroking the owl's head behind the desk.

"Old Barty, my friend," John said hoarsely, "You did it fair and square in the Triwizard Tournament. Everyone is praising you. Tell me, what do you want?"

The black long-eared owl narrowed his eyes comfortably, and his hands seemed to have magic power. Old Barty's anxiety eased a lot when he looked at it.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, you know." Old Barty slowed down his tone and said after consideration: "I want your help."

This was what John was waiting for, and he put the book on the table.

Although Old Batty didn't know what it was, he knew it would definitely help him campaign.

He was about to take it when he saw John's hand paused and his left hand with the ring on it was pressed on the book.

The voice was low: "Old Batty, as a friend, I hope you can carefully consider the road ahead."

"Huh?" Old Batty frowned, "Sir, what are you talking about?"

The eyes under the silver mask are deep, as if they want to suck the soul into them.

A hoarse voice sounded, spitting out a name.

"Albus Dumbledore."

Hearing this name, Old Batty's eyes widened, as if to confirm whether he heard it correctly.

"Think about it, old Barty. Remember Cornelius Fudge?"

John said to himself, "A mediocre person became the Minister of Magic with a compliment from Dumbledore. He is above the Ministry of Magic. Every decision you make needs to pass his review."