Chapter 396
"John asked me a question in the library," Hermione tortured Apple Pie with her eyes blank, "What would I do if one day I had to choose between John and Harry."
Harry and Ron listened quietly.
"I felt so panicked,"
Hermione was talking about what happened in the library last semester. She lowered her head, her expression unclear, and her voice was full of loss and sadness.
"I can only tell him, no, there will be no such thing."
Hermione's voice was no longer as strong as before, and it was heart-wrenching to hear.
"I was very scared at the time, afraid that something would happen to my best friends," like a helpless kitten, wanting someone to hold her tightly. "He promised me that he would not hurt Harry, and he did it."
"He has always done it. He has always kept his promises." Hermione knelt down and sat on the bed, burying her face. "But I didn't trust him as a good friend should. I misunderstood him and hurt him."
At the end of the sentence, Hermione whimpered through her arms.
Harry sat next to her and comforted: "At that time, I thought John was going to kill me. It's not your fault, Hermione, you just care about me."
"It's like if Ron was kidnapped, I would make the same choice. We are best friends."
Ron didn't dare to have an opinion when he heard that he was being given an example, and nodded repeatedly.
"No, that's different." Hermione showed a pair of eyes red from crying. "John is my first friend. He has never been wary of me. He has never hidden anything from me."
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became. John never hid it from her.
John buys the Firebolt and the first person to use it is Hermione.
Even if Hermione wanted to know something, John would tell her straight out.
Star Club and others.
John has always been honest, but he was unable to trust him at critical moments.
Hermione felt like she had betrayed John, her first best friend.
He once saved his own life.
"This may be the last gift I receive." Hermione picked up the exquisite silver lily pocket watch.
In the end, the two boys were of no use, and Ginny's sight of them would only make things worse.
Just play on your own.
She kicked the person out of the room, and the next day, Hermione finally left the room.
And the enthusiasm for learning has reached a new level, leaving both Harry and Ron scratching their heads.
They were curious about what Ginny had said.
Ginny shrugged, "I asked her to apologize to him in person after she reaches the same height as John."
"That's it?" Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"That's it!" Ginny thought that she had done something bad for a while, and it was the same, so she understood Hermione's mood better.
…
Ministry of Magic.
Arthur Weasley lingered at the door of Percy's office for a long time.
Whenever someone comes over, he pretends to be busy.
In fact, he wanted to be busy with his son.
But every time the office opened, he couldn't help but pretend to be passing by.
Percy didn't pay attention to his old father and was busy with his own work.
After Mr. Weasley had to pull the leaves off a poor orchid for the fifth time, he finally couldn't stand it anymore.
"Percy."
He called to Percy who was heading to the elevator.
Percy stopped, still holding the file in his hand, and looked sideways at him.
Mr. Weasley's inner paternal ambiguity was suppressed, and he said with a straight face, "I want to talk to you."
"Joanna, hand this document to the Auror office," Percy stopped a young witch, handed the document to her, turned and walked back to the office, "Let's talk in the office."
Percy opened the door and invited Mr. Weasley inside.
When Mr. Weasley walked in, he saw a filing cabinet and a table full of papers.
Closing the door, Percy motioned for Mr. Weasley to sit wherever he pleased.
He knocked on the table, making room for it.
"What is this?" Mr. Weasley found an envelope on the table.
The silver hand mark on it let him know at a glance who it was from.
"Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick's letter to you?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"A party," Percy glanced casually and said, "What's up?"
"I want to say that I shouldn't have had that attitude before." After an ideological struggle, Mr. Weasley chose the fastest way to reconcile.
He sighed: "I shouldn't think you are still young, and I shouldn't dictate your decisions."
"This is all over." Percy seemed inhumane, but his face was no longer tense and became much softer.
"I will no longer interfere with your decisions," said Mr. Weasley. "You have grown up and should have your own ideas."
The previous conflicts caused by the Order of the Phoenix disappeared as Mr. Weasley surrendered.
In fact, Mr. Weasley is also proud in his heart that his son participated in the capture of Death Eaters.
The father and son reconciled, and Mr. Weasley was relieved of his worries.
He left Percy's office and walked to his own.
On the way, he suddenly stopped.
After being renovated, his office was very close to the Auror's office.
He was at the door and heard voices coming from inside.
"Invitation to the Silverhand Banquet?" Lippi, who is now a member of the Auror training class, said in surprise.
Oz Hilde, the director of the Auror Office, received the invitation, and Lippi envied: "That's the dinner party hosted by Mr. Johnny Silverhand. Everyone who can go there is rich or noble. You finally got ahead of yourself."
"The food there is cooked by the best chefs in the country, and the wine they drink is no less than a hundred galleons." Lippi knew a lot and said, "Those are the second best. The connections gathered there are the most terrifying."
"I heard Minister Crouch was one of them, along with a lot of dignitaries."
From Lippi's tone, it seemed that he was not going to a dinner party, but a pass to the upper class.
Just when Lippi was filled with envy, an Auror handed Lippi an envelope with the Silver Hand mark.
He was so pleasantly surprised that he almost danced with joy.
Oz went to the last Silver Hand Banquet and was promoted to director shortly after returning.
If I go there this time, I might be able to take a step forward.
Mr. Weasley's expression changed as he heard it outside the door.
"Johnny Silverhand's influence in the Ministry of Magic is astonishing."
He really didn't expect that the connections established by his son's peers would have such a terrifying influence.
…
Silverhand Manor.
As night falls, dignitaries who usually don't show up have already entered the place one after another.
This is Oz's second time here, and Lippi has worked as a security guard here.
Lippi changed into his best clothes and seemed to take it seriously.
John stood on the second floor of the manor. He was wearing a silver mask, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
Tang Mi reported the arrival and left.
Jin came over, stood next to John and asked, "Are you sure you want this?"
"They are all jackals," John said lightly, "greedy and bloodthirsty, they need some motivation to be more united."
"These people have shown kindness to Voldemort before," Jin looked at the pure-blood families below.
"It's just for profit," John chuckled. "Now Voldemort is just a dog with a broken spine. I can give him whatever he can give, and I can give him what he can't give."
There was a glint in his eyes, and the interests in John's hands were enough for these greedy wizards to hold on to him.
He wanted to see which of these people were wise and which were martyrs.
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Chapter 420 News about the Dark Lord
There are many bright stars on the dome of Silverhand Manor.
Old Jack came in with Chudai and Zuo Fei.
The waiter brought them delicious sea fish sashimi on a tray.
"That's the Werewolf Councilor, and beside him are the two directors of the Werewolf Capture Force and the Werewolf Registration Office."
Lippi whispered beside Oz, "Don't look at the unpopular place they are in. After the werewolf is under control, these two positions represent the restriction of the werewolf."
"Lord Johnny Silverhand planned to build the first werewolf magic school in the werewolf community, and old Jack was the first principal."
"Look, that's the Rozier family, the pure blood of the twenty-eight sacred clans."
"And that one, I met him at the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. He is the Director of Foreign Affairs of Germany."
"They must be talking big business."
Lippi kept thinking with envy. As an undercover hero, Lippi naturally has a smooth future.
But his habit over the years has made him always mutter envious words, and Oz has long been accustomed to this.
"Who is that?" Oz spotted a person with unusually pale skin, and her intuition told her that this person was not simple.
With pale cheeks and black hair mixed with silver strands, the man looked very handsome, with gloomy brows.
What attracted the most attention were the dark golden eyes.
Lippi looked around and said in surprise: "He is here too, this is impossible."
"Stop talking in riddles," Oz subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but stopped. She said to Lippi, "Do you know him?"
"Of course, that's a big shot."
After Lippi finished speaking, he realized that he had said nonsense, and he hurriedly added: "While I was undercover, I heard his name from the mysterious mouth more than once."
"The family of paranoid darkness, Edgar, Ludwig Edgar."
…
John walked out slowly, and the moment he appeared, all the eyes of the audience were focused on him.
"I'm glad that I saw many familiar faces at the banquet."
He walked down from the second floor step by step, his emerald green ring shining in the candlelight, and the soft silk on his robe was like a galaxy.
Some people did not come, some were inconvenient to show up, and some were unable to show up.
The guests were all fine people, so they naturally knew what John was talking about.
Several guests looked unnatural, and their fingers holding the cups turned white.
This scene could not escape John's observation. He chuckled, "In the past month, something happened that shocked everyone."
"I think you've all heard, some of the damned and the undeserved, they're coming back into the world."
Among the pure-blood families, the Rozier family remained calm.
Crabbe and the Goyles looked frightened.
