Chapter 428

Zoffi immediately mobilized the werewolf capture team to search.

Almost everyone in the werewolf community was alarmed.

Old Jack is their beloved congressman.

At this point the man disappeared and signs of a fight were found in the house.

Tyro's face turned pale as she recognized a magic trace as the same one that had attacked her.

The Aurors also got the message.

They can't get in.

Silverhand Manor received several people.

Jack, Seven, Ace, Tyro.

Several of Old Jack's schoolchildren were here, and John walked out of the study.

He patted Tyro, the youngest, on the head, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"It seems that the warnings of the past few days are not enough to make some idiots restrain themselves."

Jack, the eldest of the four, asked, "Grandpa is going to be okay, right?"

"Of course," John nodded without doubt, "This is my promise to you."

With his words, the hanging hearts of the four people finally dropped.

There is no one in the werewolf community who doesn't believe in the Honorable Johnny Silverhand.

Kim came to John's side and said, "Found it."

John said indifferently: "Identity."

"Wizards, and...werewolves."

John looked sideways slightly and frowned.

"Werewolf?"

"Yes, one of them is from the werewolf community."

"Once? He was Fenrir Greyback's subordinate?"

John was a little surprised. The first thing he did when he came to Knockturn Alley to open a store was to kill Fenrir Greyback.

I didn't expect that the group of fleeing werewolves would dare to come back here.

"It seems that there is someone behind them supporting them." John sneered, "Then let's clear them out together."

The Shafiq family did not let them know how to restrain themselves, which was a stupid thing to do, and this time they even interfered in John's territory.

The warning given to Rozier last time seemed not enough to deter the group of people loyal to the Dark Lord.

"Have some sweets, Christmas shouldn't be all about your teeth."

John snapped his fingers, and candies were piled in front of the four children.

…

Old Jack has been kidnapped.

He was restrained and woke up in a room with only one door.

A man stood in front of him, looking at old Jack haughtily.

"What a stupid move, Carl." Old Jack recognized who it was at a glance.

To be precise, not only did he recognize this person, he had even attended a party at Silverhand Manor.

Carl Carlo.

The Carlo family of the twenty-eight sacred tribes.

The only member of the family who was not captured in Azkaban.

Old Jack raised his head and said, "You betrayed Lord Silverhand."

"Betrayal?" Karl sneered, "From the beginning to the end, I have never been loyal to him."

"The only one who can make me loyal is the Dark Lord."

He pulled out his wand, pointed it at Old Jack, and said with a ferocious smile: "Dirty werewolf, do you want to have equal rights with wizards?"

“Crucio”

The red light fell on Old Jack, causing him to clench his fists and his whole body twitched, unable to break free.

A few seconds felt like centuries.

The color drained from Old Jack's face, and he gasped for air after finishing.

"The Dark Lord will return. Before that, you guys need to be eliminated."

Carl laughed loudly, "Johnny Silverhand thought he had everything under control, but it was all in vain."

"Just let the werewolf community see the hypocritical side of Johnny Silverhand and they'll run away."

"Fart!" Old Jack yelled, "Sir Silverhand, you have never deceived us."

"Really?" Karl said sadly, "He uses it to improve the status of werewolves to consolidate his own power. Only you will be fooled by him."

Seemingly enjoying the pleasure of torturing others, Carl released the Cruciatus Curse again.

Old Jack almost fainted and was forcefully woken up by him.

Karl smiled evilly: "An old friend of yours wants to meet you again."

The door behind him was opened, and the werewolf with a scar on his face walked in.

When Old Jack saw the other party, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Old Jack, it seems that you have gained a lot under the protection of Johnny Silverhand," the scarred werewolf said with a ferocious smile, "Kill you, and these will all be mine."

"Impossible, even if you kill me, you won't get the werewolf community." Old Jack was more angry than in. He said with force, "Mark."

"You are wrong," Mark chuckled. "Werewolves need a leader, and your death will reignite the werewolves' hatred of wizards."

In the past, Fenrir cultivated his hatred of wizards by biting wizard children, and Mark was the product of this.

If Johnny Silverhand is unable to make effective decisions in the death of Old Jack, it may make some werewolves in the werewolf community unhappy.

At the same time, it intensifies the already different conflicts between werewolves and wizards.

Old Jack looked stern.

Karl said: "It seems that you have figured it out. Those werewolves will fall into the arms of the person who can set them free, the Dark Lord."

"And I will personally kill you and go to the Ministry of Magic to surrender." Carl said crazily. "As a pure-blood descendant, I will only be imprisoned, and the werewolves will be divided."

The werewolf community will definitely have a huge problem with the Ministry of Magic if the wizard who killed the werewolf leader escapes alive.

Detonate the conflict between the magical society and the werewolf community to expel the werewolves.

Old Jack thought a lot in that moment. Carl Carlo was the last remaining Carlo outside.

Once something happens to him, other pure-blood families will definitely take action.

There is a marriage relationship between pure bloods, and the slightest influence can affect the whole body.

The Ministry of Magic did not dare to touch Carlo easily.

This is an unsolvable ruse.

Breaking apart the werewolf community, and also creating infighting within the Ministry of Magic.

Pureblood families will also be dragged into the water.

That's why Karl can be so unscrupulous.

Old Jack's face turned pale. He didn't expect that his death would make the werewolf, who had finally recovered, fall into the abyss again.

He broke down and yelled: "Then why don't you kill me!"

"Shh-" Karl grinned, "Only enough pain can maximize people's emotions."

The meaning is very simple. A person killed by the Death Curse and a person tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse are obviously more capable of arousing emotions.

When Old Jack heard this, he struggled wildly.

He wished he had died, so that the werewolf community could be preserved.

Carl stood up with a grin, pointing the wand in his hand at Old Jack.

When he was about to start, an uninvited guest arrived.

"Excellent strategy."

A faint voice sounded from behind.

Karl turned his head suddenly, and a tall figure slowly approached.

Silver mask.

Karl smiled and said arrogantly: "As expected of the second king of the magical world, it seems you understand."

"But so what?" Karl said with a ferocious smile without any fear, "Do you dare to kill me? Behind me are not only the Carlo family, but also more pure bloods."

"Killing me means breaking up with them. Are you willing to be the second king?"

The emboldened Carl was arrogant and domineering.

But he didn't see John's look that looked like he was looking at a fool.

John said casually: "You seem to be very confident in your identity?"

Carl is certainly confident.

Once upon a time, the Shafiq family also provoked Johnny Silverhand, but the result was nothing more than being exiled.

Except for Carl, the rest of the Carrow family is in Azkaban.

It is an unwritten rule of pure-blood families that they will protect the last person in the family.

Moreover, werewolves are not considered humans in the wizarding world.

Can killing a magical creature be considered a crime in Azkaban?

Without speaking, Karl had everything written on his face.

Catch the killer and let him go, and the werewolf community will be completely disappointed in John.

Either way, the werewolf community will be divided.

Karl smiled confidently and even took two steps forward.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

"I'll help you."

John raised his hand and pressed it in the air, and Karl's body was knocked out by the impact.

When Mark saw this and was about to take action, he was taken away by a green light.

It was Oxer who took action, and everyone outside had been cleared.

Gauss Mao stepped forward and said, "Dear Lord Silverhand, if you are willing to pay me enough galleons, I don't mind being wanted by the pure-blood family."

John glanced at Gauss and chuckled: "5,000 Galleons."

"Deal." Gauss's eyes lit up.

They were not as afraid of purebloods and the Ministry of Magic as Carl imagined.

John pulled Karl back to him.

Karl raised his head and met a pair of vertical pupils.

He looked at Karl with pity and said, "Do you think I still need to look at other people's faces now?"

So stupid.

Do you really think pure blood can cause trouble to John?

Gauss walked over with a playful smile, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Karl's head.

"I actually love peace, be broken into pieces (Reducto)"