Chapter 429

Carl's head exploded like a watermelon.

After Gauss finished all this, he patted his hands and said, "Okay, it's time for me to escape."

"Who said you wanted to run away?" John asked.

Gauss was stunned and said warily: "Going to jail is another price."

John smiled, recalling the memory he had just received from Karl in his mind.

"5,000 Galleons is not the price for killing someone, but..."

"Reckoning."

Some pure-blood families still believe in the ridiculous concept of 'pure-blood supremacy' and are obsessed with Voldemort.

That being the case.

Then just solve it directly.

It starts with the Carlo family.

…

Chapter 453 The liquidated family

Someone hurriedly walked into Silverhand Manor.

Old Batty's face was livid, and his steps were moving rapidly. You can see his mood at the moment.

"Johnny, Johnny!" he shouted as he walked into Silverhand Manor.

The menacing voice echoed in the empty manor.

"Minister Crouch."

The silvery albatross flew into the hall, calling out John's voice.

Old Batty looked at Albatross with a sullen face, "You should give me an explanation. I remember I said, don't go too far!"

"I think Minister Crouch wouldn't mind going to the gardens, I'm a bit stuck at the moment."

The albatross' beak opens and closes as if it is talking.

Old Batty tossed his robe and walked towards the garden.

The albatross gradually turned into silver and disappeared.

When Old Barty arrived in the garden, he saw the famous Johnny Silverhand accompanying the little girl to catch butterflies.

A butterfly with colorful wings flew in front of him, and Old Batty swatted it away impatiently.

He strode inside.

The butterflies fluttered and flew around in the air.

Tyro giggled, and John stood not far away and chuckled. He waved his wand and the butterflies turned into flowers and rained down.

"Johnny." Old Buddy looked uncertain.

"Minister Crouch," John waved his wand again, and the petals turned into a rabbit and jumped towards the garden.

Tyro screamed and chased the rabbit.

"Children's nature is to play, isn't it?" John glanced at Old Barty's expression and said with a smile, "Relax, aren't I here?"

"You exiled the Shafiq family," Crouch said with a stern face, "Now you are going to attack the Carlo family."

"Johnny, I told you, don't go too far."

"It's not me who went too far, Old Barty." John said calmly, "It was them."

"But you can't stop the Aurors from enforcing the law!" Old Barty roared.

Fortunately, Tyro chased the rabbit and left, otherwise the sound might have scared the little girl to tears.

"What can I do if I catch the Auror?" John asked, "What's the charge? Kidnapping or kidnapping a magical creature?"

John said calmly: "We all know how many people regard werewolves as humanoids rather than humans."

Killing humans and humanoids is a completely different crime.

One is a member of the same species, the other is an intelligent animal.

Old Barty was speechless. He said in a deep voice: "You used lynching. Not only will the Ministry of Magic be embarrassed, but those purebloods will also join forces to deal with you."

"Rare pure blood requires means to maintain the bloodline. Carl is the only child of the Carlo family."

Old Barty stared at John's face and said coldly: "The death of a family is enough for a pureblood to deal with you at all costs."

Pure-blood families are also human beings, and they are also afraid that one day their family will decline.

Although today's purebloods control huge wealth, their numbers are becoming scarcer every day.

They will be afraid that one day they will become like the Carlo family, where the last heir dies in mysterious circumstances.

The only way is to set an unwritten rule that for the sake of the family, they need to stick together.

And Crouch is also a pureblood.

He came to warn John, which was the greatest help from his friends.

How will those officials, those businessmen, and how many pure-blooded people react when they receive this news?

Old Batty knew the energy of those people.

"You should be afraid, John." He did not call him Johnny, but said with a headache, "They don't know your true face, they will bite you like crazy."

"Carl can die in the Ministry of Magic, but he must not die in the hands of others."

"What about you, Old Barty?" John said with an inexplicable smile, "You also have to abide by that unwritten rule and attack me?"

Old Batty was furious when he heard this, "Do you think I would do this?"

"It's just a confirmation." John waved his hand and said with a relaxed expression, "As long as you don't join in, it will be fine."

"Aren't you anxious?" Old Barty frowned, "I know you did it to stabilize the werewolf, which can be regarded as indirectly helping me, but if they join forces, I can't help you much."

As the Minister of Magic, Barty Sr. cannot wield all the power.

Purebloods need political power to consolidate their status, so a lot of power is in the hands of purebloods.

Old Barty was never afraid when facing Voldemort from the outside, but although those pure bloods did not have the strength of Voldemort, their power and wealth were soft power.

A dull knife cuts flesh, but it hurts even if it doesn't kill you.

"Old Barty, they won't join forces." John said.

"This is an agreement..."

As soon as Old Barty opened his mouth, he was interrupted by John.

"The agreement needs to be abided by by someone." John smiled without meaning, "There is always a shortage of people who understand current affairs in the world, and they will consider the heavy price."

His words made Old Batty fall into silence.

Like a huge shock, the color on Old Batty's face quickly faded.

Old Barty's lips turned pale as he thought of something and said in horror: "Tang Mi, where is Tang Mi Shelby?"

He finally remembered something wrong.

As John's butler, Silverhand's most trusted person.

Tommie Shelby had not seen anyone since he entered the manor.

Not only that, Silverhand Manor was surprisingly quiet.

The security guards were gone.

Thinking of a possibility, Old Barty roared: "Tell me, John!"

Tyro was holding a black and white rabbit in the flowers with a bright smile.

John rubbed the emerald green ring with his fingers and said lightly: "Old Barty, you know, rules are always only to restrain the weak."

"And Silverhand... has never been in this category."

"Listen well, old Barty, and play it in the storm of the night."

…

The explosion broke the peace of the Rohr family.

The three Rolls were discussing how to deal with Johnny Silverhand, and they swore about the agreement between pure bloods.

Instead, their house was blown apart, hooks piercing the tall blond man's shoulder blades and dragging him into darkness.

The light of the curse shines across the old house of Luo Er. This centuries-old house was destroyed by the curse.

The same scene appeared in several other families.

The Selwyn family is one of the twenty-eight pure bloods. They have noble blood and believe in the concept of purity like Black.

Because of this concept, members of their family became supporters of Voldemort.

At this moment, the leader of the Selwyn family was fleeing in the forest outside the castle in embarrassment.

Selwyn's foot slipped and he fell into the river.

The exquisite Selwyn are known for their handsome appearance and neat clothing.

Now he didn't dare to waste a moment. The smelly mud was stuck to his clothes and hair, and his face was full of panic.

The strong current carried Selwyn to another river bank.

He didn't dare to stop and ran non-stop.

Sometimes a figure would flash behind him, making him terrified.

Perhaps due to bad luck, he ran to a cliff.

"Apparate, Apparate!"

Selwyn kept waving his broken wand, trying to escape from this place.

But he couldn't use Apparition.

Furious, he threw his wand away and roared.

"Look who this is?" came the laughter.

Selwyn turned pale and looked away.

Smiling men and Asian wizards came over.

"You can't do this!"

Selwyn said in horror: "I am a descendant of Selwyn, and I have pure and sacred wizard blood flowing in my body!"

"Oh?" Gauss pretended to be confused, "Holy wizard's blood? Then may I ask pure Selwyn, why do you want to go against my lord?"

"That was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to target Lord Silverhand." Selwyn explained in a panic, his face pale, "It's Carl, yes, Carl Carlo!"

Like a life-saving dead branch grasped by a drowning man, he explained crazily: "Carl Carlo planned all of this, and, and Rolle! Yes, it's all them, I'm innocent!"

He tried his best to explain, but the Asian wizard next to Gauss showed impatience on his face, and he pulled out his wand and was about to take action.

"Shh-" Goss raised his finger to signal Selwyn to be quiet, and then scolded the Asian wizard, "How can you treat pure Selwyn like this!"

The Asian wizard's face darkened, and Selwyn seemed to see hope.

Gauss took out an anonymous wand from his pocket and blamed: "Of course you have to use this wand. Your wand will be traced by others. It is not professional at all."

The Asian wizard took the wand impatiently.

"Wait, I can give you money, I have a lot of money!"

"In the drawer in my study..."

"Avada Kedavra"

The ruthless voice caused Selwyn's ruler to fall down the valley. The Asian wizard broke the unnamed wand and threw it into the cliff without expression.

Gauss said heartbrokenly: "You fool, if I kill you, the money will be mine too."