Chapter 450
The whole place was quiet.
The score is set.
310:100
"The referee blows the whistle, the game is over, and Slytherin wins."
Ernie said the result and the crowd cheered the game.
Exciting and exciting games, adrenaline rush.
Malfoy took off the Golden Snitch and looked at Qiu Zhang proudly.
"Look, I said you were struggling to your death."
With a heart-wrenching sarcasm, Qiu Zhang broke his guard and left crying on the spot.
"..." John looked at Malfoy's arrogant and domineering look and wondered whether he should tell him what the consequences of doing so would be.
Malfoy and Astoria were undoubtedly the major contributors to this game.
This made him famous and enjoyed the attention from the four courtyards.
Back in the common room, Malfoy was lifted up and running towards the ceiling cheering.
Astoria also deserves credit.
They held a banquet to celebrate Malfoy's first victory since becoming captain.
Well, the first game was played by John, so it doesn’t count.
Someone asked Malfoy to kiss Astoria, and then the unfortunate guy was hung in the corridor, unable to even enter the lounge, and no one dared to make any more noise.
While everyone was happy, Basil brought a newspaper.
He opened it casually and looked at it.
Just this glance made his pupils tremble.
"Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was attacked and killed, and the Dark Mark appeared over her residence"
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Chapter 474 Something is wrong with Old Batty
The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is dead?
This is by far the largest job murder case.
Something even more frightening happened.
Weasley's attack was just the beginning.
Amelia Bones dies.
The situation escalated.
Careful people analyzed this matter, and they suddenly discovered something.
There may be a reason for Amelia's death.
investigation.
And everyone knows that the object Amelia has been investigating is...
Johnny Silverhand!
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"I know, I know, those who disobey him will not end well!"
"He killed five families, and now even senior officials from the Ministry of Magic have taken action."
"Weasley? Maybe Weasley did it too!"
The pure-blood family knows far more inside information about the five families than anyone else.
So they were panicked.
In their minds, Johnny Silverhand had become a dictator.
Any dissent will be killed.
Panic spreads in magical society.
Old Barty had a headache from all the noise, and he couldn't believe that his competitor Amelia Bones died like this.
The words of those people kept flooding into his mind, and he said with a stern face and a kind of fear in his eyes, "Is it you, John?"
He thought of the five families, then the Weasleys, and now Amelia Bones.
What they have in common is the Dark Mark that was used by Johnny Silverhand to exonerate himself.
And this news is scary.
They all thought Johnny Silverhand did it.
"The murder of the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is a serious charge."
Old Batty was pacing back and forth, his heart in confusion.
Whether to choose to believe John or to have doubts that made him unable to calm down.
"Pierce, tell me, what should I do?"
Piers Thicknesse, who had been promoted to a senior official in the Ministry of Magic, was sullen in Barty Sr.'s private residence.
This smooth official, who has always been able to maneuver both sides, was stumped by Old Batty's question.
Even he can't give his immediate boss a conclusion now.
"Pure-blood families are re-investigating the deaths of five families," Pierce mused. "The Bones family has high prestige among pure-bloods and made great contributions during the Voldemort era."
"So?" Old Batty slammed the table excitedly and yelled, "What do you want to say?"
"With all due respect, Minister Crouch, how likely do you think Johnny Silverhand is to be involved?" Pierce said calmly, "We all know who is the person with this strength and motive?"
Pierce's words came out, tearing apart the things in old Barty's heart that he didn't want to face.
He sat down bit by bit, and the suffocation in his chest was exhaled from his mouth.
Pierce was not in a hurry, he looked at Old Barty quietly.
There was a long silence.
"Minister Crouch, we have to accept reality," Pierce said.
"Reality?" Old Batty laughed at himself, "I thought he and I would be friends."
"He is too narrow-minded, even though you repeatedly emphasized not to attack purebloods." Pierce said with a strange look in his eyes, "But he doesn't seem to take you seriously."
"Johnny Silverhand, he has untold wealth, well-trained private security, and desperadoes serving him."
Pierce said excitedly: "His existence is the biggest threat. If one day the Minister of Magic cannot fulfill his wish, will he have to change the Minister?"
"He did, Secretary Crouch."
Layers of bloody truth were torn apart.
Old Batty seemed to be convinced, and he said hoarsely: "I know how to do it, thank you, Pierce."
Seeing that Old Barty was convinced, Pierce breathed a sigh of relief and said with a slight smile on his face: "We are on the same team, Minister Crouch."
Old Batty got up and sent Pierce away.
After walking out of the house, Old Barty stared at Pierce's leaving figure and realized something was wrong.
He looked at Pierce's left index finger, where there should be a ring.
"Pierce, where's your ring?"
Pierce's steps stopped and the smile disappeared from his face.
Turning his head expressionlessly, he said coldly: "Do you have to say it, Minister Crouch?"
Old Barty's expression changed, and he was about to close the door the moment the other party took out his wand.
"hiss--"
Old Batty's movements froze, and black veins spread on his neck.
Looking down with difficulty, he saw a small green snake biting his ankle.
Old Batty couldn't move and could only watch the other party walking over.
"My master told me that you have many silver-handed goods."
That face was like plasticine, changing rapidly.
"Pi... Er... Si... where is it?"
Old Batty was out of breath, and he asked with difficulty.
"He? He should be sleeping somewhere now."
The man approached Old Batty and said in a devilish whisper: "Guess when he will become useless?"
Old Batty's eyes widened and he wanted to slap the face that was approaching him.
But now he couldn't even move a finger.
The man raised his right hand and raised a finger, gently poking Old Barty's body.
Old Barty fell straight down.
"Go to sleep, my dear Minister Crouch."
Taking out his wand and pointing it at Crouch, the man smiled evilly and said, "Say hello to Silverhand for me."
Old Batty closed his eyelids heavily, and a voice sounded in his ears.
"Imperio"
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Star Club.
"Something's wrong." He muttered to himself.
He held the newspaper in his hand and read it repeatedly in the Star Club.
"Old Batty..."
Look at the above article about the Minister of Magic personally coming forward and promising to find the murderer and punish him severely.
This statement made John feel strange.
Old Batty didn't contact him. Could it be that he believed in him unconditionally?
His relationship with Old Batty was between cooperation and friends. More often than not, they got what they needed in the name of friends.
Old Barty needs John's financial resources, and John needs Old Barty's development as Minister of Magic.
But this time, Old Batty actually withstood the pressure and didn't even want to question himself.
The last time the Weasley family was attacked, Barty Sr. found John angrily, pounded the table and asked if it was him.
Doubts planted seeds in John's mind, and he stared at the newspaper.
"Amelia Bones is dead, is it Voldemort?"
he thought.
Amelia Bones is not only a Ministry of Magic official, but also an extremely good witch.
To defeat her, she would either have to be attacked by a surprise attack or Voldemort would do it himself.
But so far, there is still zero information about Voldemort.
The other party's whereabouts have never been revealed from beginning to end.
John couldn't even determine whether the other party was at home or abroad.
The information asymmetry made John feel troubled.
