Chapter 351 Honesty and Dealing
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Old Barty loved being friends with Johnny Silverhand.
Because of his straightforwardness, but also because of his heart-to-heart.
Just like Johnny Silverhand once said in front of his face that he wanted to weaken Dumbledore's authority, and the most real interests were in front of him.
Old Batty knew that Johnny Silverhand was an ambitious and scheming man.
But so what?
Old Batty once thought about keeping a distance from Johnny Silver Hand, but those benefits made him tempted.
As now, Johnny Silverhand is willing to renovate the Ministry of Magic for the Ministry of Magic.
As for the Ministry of Magic, you can get a brand new Ministry of Magic building without spending a Nat.
There are no budgetary concerns, nor are there any proposals for what to do with the Ministry of Magic's refurbishment fee.
That is to say, if old Batty is a guy who is greedy for money, no one will know even if he swallows the money.
Old Batty couldn't help thinking, would this be of any benefit to Johnny Silverhand?
The answer is no.
Not at all.
He couldn't see the benefit to Johnny Silverhand by doing so. There was no advertising effect, no monetary gain, and even fame was dispensable.
why?
Johnny Silverhand is a businessman, an ambitious businessman!
"Your Excellency Silver Hand," old Batty stared at the mask, trying to see something through his eyes, "what on earth are you for?"
"Even if your family background is deep, such a thing means nothing to you."
Old Batty laughed at himself, "Don't tell me, you want to make friends with me, my son is in your hands, that's enough for you to order me around."
Don't underestimate old Batty, he clearly knows that his relationship with Johnny Yinshou involves interests.
He looked up sincerely and looked straight into his eyes, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
John was silent for a while when he heard old Batty ask this.
"You want to know, old Barty."
"If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will have suspicion, fear and trepidation in my heart in the future." People like Old Batty would say the same thing.
John laughed hoarsely, and looked down at the silver ring.
When he looked up again, John slowly put his hand on the mask.
He's taking off his mask? !
Old Batty's eyes widened. Even he, even the Minister of Magic, couldn't help being nervous.
Slender fingers took off the mask little by little.
Old Batty even forgot to breathe, he fixedly stared at that young face.
The skinny cheeks were bloodless, and the brown eyes he had seen countless times matched this face, making old Batty fall into a trance.
"We met," he murmured, "yes, last year at the Triwizard Tournament. I remember you."
"John Wick." Saying the name with difficulty, Old Batty felt that everything was unreal.
Yes.
Who would have thought that a student at Hogwarts would be with the famous Johnny Silverhand.
The two turned out to be the same person.
Two people who have no connection.
No, there is something in common.
Old Batty's back was drenched in cold sweat, and he shivered as if falling in a dream.
The blankness in his eyes gradually cleared up.
They all have great strength.
In that match, the Hogwarts student split the Black Lake with his sword.
They all have amazing intelligence.
The Merlin Second Class Medal is the best proof.
They all have the same friends.
Dharma Alex Belby.
It turned out that they had so much in common.
Old Batty's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally, he thought of a terrible question.
Why did Johnny Silverhand, who never showed his true face, suddenly take off his mask?
In the magical world, there are many ways to control people.
Perhaps he felt that there was no need to hide it.
Because Little Barty is in his hands?
No, not right!
That's not safe enough, and he may not succumb.
why?
Could it be... the Imperius Curse?
The coolness of getting the truth turned into ice cold.
Little by little, old Barty moved his hand to the pocket with his wand.
That was the second king, Johnny Silverhand.
Do you really have a chance of winning?
Touching the magic wand, the heart of an iron-blooded figure like Batty who has experienced many battles can't stop beating at this moment.
Shoot or wait?
The dilemma made old Batty entangled.
Sweat wet his temples, and his palms were also a little wet.
"No one would have guessed that it was you." With difficulty, Old Batty stared at that face.
John put down his mask, and his every move seemed to be involved in old Batty's nerves.
Glancing at Old Barty's tense body, John stood up slowly.
Old Batty was concentrated at this moment, and his eyes were bloodshot.
But just when Old Batty thought John would do something, John said flatly, "This is my sincerity, Old Batty, I'm going to die."
For a split second, Batty Sr. felt as if he had heard it wrong.
He looked up in disbelief, looking at the young and bloodless face.
"What did you say?"
"I'm going to die, old Barty." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It shouldn't be hard to see."
After finishing speaking, he unbuttoned his collar, half of his neck, and black blood vessels occupied that body.
Can't tell if I'm happy or disappointed.
When he heard the news, Batty Sr. was worried about gains and losses all over his body.
An indigestible shock appeared on the rigid face.
"Are you going to die?" Old Batty rubbed his eyes vigorously until the eye sockets were as red as a panda.
"Yes," John grinned, "that's why I took off the mask."
Old Batty thought about it and felt that was the only way.
He thought about so many results, but he didn't think about this.
Letting go of the wand, Barty Sr. sighed, "You, you are still so young."
"Youth makes people afraid, doesn't it?" John leaned back in the chair, and he didn't seem to be afraid of death.
"So you want to do something for the Ministry of Magic at the end?" Old Batty was a little moved, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a heart, and asked: "How long is it, if you want, I can erect a statue for you in the Ministry of Magic .”
"I think you misunderstood." John re-buttoned, watching the old Barty moved himself, he shook his head and said, "I didn't suddenly feel kind."
"Then what are you for?" Facing a dying man, Old Batty showed enough patience.
John said in a deep voice, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
"To Tom Riddle... Voldemort."
Old Batty clenched his fists, his palms were embedded in the nails, and he didn't realize it.
He stared at John, and John was very calm.
"So I want you to lend me the Ministry of Magic for a while, in exchange for a free refurbishment."
"Do you know what you're talking about?" Old Barty frowned, "You want to avenge the Dark Lord and borrow the Ministry of Magic?"
He even had a feeling that maybe the other party was terminally ill and couldn't tell the difference.
Borrow the Ministry of Magic?
Can that be borrowed?
In other words, since the birth of the entire history of magic, there has been no such precedent.
"Voldemort wants something from the Ministry of Magic, and he'll go there."
John turned and continued, his eyes glowing with confidence, "This is a deal and an opportunity for you, Minister Crouch."
He didn't address Batty Sr., but said that formal title.
Old Batty's expression was tangled, his eyes flickered with thinking.
Batty Sr. asked: "If you want to convince me, you need to give enough bargaining chips."
His current grades are also enough to make him a beloved minister. If the Ministry of Magic falls, it will destroy everything.
Looking at that young face, he couldn't help but imagine that if this person could live to be 20 years old, the entire magic world would be overwhelmed by him.
It's a pity that old Batty was also the one who got the Potions 'o' at Hogwarts back then, and he could tell that John wouldn't live to that time.
He even laughed at himself, even in the face of a dead person, he was still thinking about his interests.
Maybe he is a ungrateful person.
It's like treating Barty Jr., he doesn't deserve to be a father at all.
Hearing this, John said confidently, "You know the star disciples are my people, and the security team is equipped with the 'Zhi' series."
"These are powerful, but that's the Dark Lord." Old Batty stared at John and said, "It's not enough."
John chuckled and said, "What if we add the Savior and Dumbledore?"
Old Barty was lost in thought, the man who had defeated Voldemort and the man Voldemort feared most.
John continued, "Order of the Phoenix, that's an organization that's as good as Death Eaters, you know that."
Old Batty's expression changed, and finally he exhaled heavily.
"I choose to believe you, Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick."
John stood up and shook hands with Batty Sr.
"You won't regret it, Minister Crouch."
...
Because of his straightforwardness, but also because of his heart-to-heart.
Just like Johnny Silverhand once said in front of his face that he wanted to weaken Dumbledore's authority, and the most real interests were in front of him.
Old Batty knew that Johnny Silverhand was an ambitious and scheming man.
But so what?
Old Batty once thought about keeping a distance from Johnny Silver Hand, but those benefits made him tempted.
As now, Johnny Silverhand is willing to renovate the Ministry of Magic for the Ministry of Magic.
As for the Ministry of Magic, you can get a brand new Ministry of Magic building without spending a Nat.
There are no budgetary concerns, nor are there any proposals for what to do with the Ministry of Magic's refurbishment fee.
That is to say, if old Batty is a guy who is greedy for money, no one will know even if he swallows the money.
Old Batty couldn't help thinking, would this be of any benefit to Johnny Silverhand?
The answer is no.
Not at all.
He couldn't see the benefit to Johnny Silverhand by doing so. There was no advertising effect, no monetary gain, and even fame was dispensable.
why?
Johnny Silverhand is a businessman, an ambitious businessman!
"Your Excellency Silver Hand," old Batty stared at the mask, trying to see something through his eyes, "what on earth are you for?"
"Even if your family background is deep, such a thing means nothing to you."
Old Batty laughed at himself, "Don't tell me, you want to make friends with me, my son is in your hands, that's enough for you to order me around."
Don't underestimate old Batty, he clearly knows that his relationship with Johnny Yinshou involves interests.
He looked up sincerely and looked straight into his eyes, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
John was silent for a while when he heard old Batty ask this.
"You want to know, old Barty."
"If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will have suspicion, fear and trepidation in my heart in the future." People like Old Batty would say the same thing.
John laughed hoarsely, and looked down at the silver ring.
When he looked up again, John slowly put his hand on the mask.
He's taking off his mask? !
Old Batty's eyes widened. Even he, even the Minister of Magic, couldn't help being nervous.
Slender fingers took off the mask little by little.
Old Batty even forgot to breathe, he fixedly stared at that young face.
The skinny cheeks were bloodless, and the brown eyes he had seen countless times matched this face, making old Batty fall into a trance.
"We met," he murmured, "yes, last year at the Triwizard Tournament. I remember you."
"John Wick." Saying the name with difficulty, Old Batty felt that everything was unreal.
Yes.
Who would have thought that a student at Hogwarts would be with the famous Johnny Silverhand.
The two turned out to be the same person.
Two people who have no connection.
No, there is something in common.
Old Batty's back was drenched in cold sweat, and he shivered as if falling in a dream.
The blankness in his eyes gradually cleared up.
They all have great strength.
In that match, the Hogwarts student split the Black Lake with his sword.
They all have amazing intelligence.
The Merlin Second Class Medal is the best proof.
They all have the same friends.
Dharma Alex Belby.
It turned out that they had so much in common.
Old Batty's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally, he thought of a terrible question.
Why did Johnny Silverhand, who never showed his true face, suddenly take off his mask?
In the magical world, there are many ways to control people.
Perhaps he felt that there was no need to hide it.
Because Little Barty is in his hands?
No, not right!
That's not safe enough, and he may not succumb.
why?
Could it be... the Imperius Curse?
The coolness of getting the truth turned into ice cold.
Little by little, old Barty moved his hand to the pocket with his wand.
That was the second king, Johnny Silverhand.
Do you really have a chance of winning?
Touching the magic wand, the heart of an iron-blooded figure like Batty who has experienced many battles can't stop beating at this moment.
Shoot or wait?
The dilemma made old Batty entangled.
Sweat wet his temples, and his palms were also a little wet.
"No one would have guessed that it was you." With difficulty, Old Batty stared at that face.
John put down his mask, and his every move seemed to be involved in old Batty's nerves.
Glancing at Old Barty's tense body, John stood up slowly.
Old Batty was concentrated at this moment, and his eyes were bloodshot.
But just when Old Batty thought John would do something, John said flatly, "This is my sincerity, Old Batty, I'm going to die."
For a split second, Batty Sr. felt as if he had heard it wrong.
He looked up in disbelief, looking at the young and bloodless face.
"What did you say?"
"I'm going to die, old Barty." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It shouldn't be hard to see."
After finishing speaking, he unbuttoned his collar, half of his neck, and black blood vessels occupied that body.
Can't tell if I'm happy or disappointed.
When he heard the news, Batty Sr. was worried about gains and losses all over his body.
An indigestible shock appeared on the rigid face.
"Are you going to die?" Old Batty rubbed his eyes vigorously until the eye sockets were as red as a panda.
"Yes," John grinned, "that's why I took off the mask."
Old Batty thought about it and felt that was the only way.
He thought about so many results, but he didn't think about this.
Letting go of the wand, Barty Sr. sighed, "You, you are still so young."
"Youth makes people afraid, doesn't it?" John leaned back in the chair, and he didn't seem to be afraid of death.
"So you want to do something for the Ministry of Magic at the end?" Old Batty was a little moved, but he didn't expect the other party to have such a heart, and asked: "How long is it, if you want, I can erect a statue for you in the Ministry of Magic .”
"I think you misunderstood." John re-buttoned, watching the old Barty moved himself, he shook his head and said, "I didn't suddenly feel kind."
"Then what are you for?" Facing a dying man, Old Batty showed enough patience.
John said in a deep voice, "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
"To Tom Riddle... Voldemort."
Old Batty clenched his fists, his palms were embedded in the nails, and he didn't realize it.
He stared at John, and John was very calm.
"So I want you to lend me the Ministry of Magic for a while, in exchange for a free refurbishment."
"Do you know what you're talking about?" Old Barty frowned, "You want to avenge the Dark Lord and borrow the Ministry of Magic?"
He even had a feeling that maybe the other party was terminally ill and couldn't tell the difference.
Borrow the Ministry of Magic?
Can that be borrowed?
In other words, since the birth of the entire history of magic, there has been no such precedent.
"Voldemort wants something from the Ministry of Magic, and he'll go there."
John turned and continued, his eyes glowing with confidence, "This is a deal and an opportunity for you, Minister Crouch."
He didn't address Batty Sr., but said that formal title.
Old Batty's expression was tangled, his eyes flickered with thinking.
Batty Sr. asked: "If you want to convince me, you need to give enough bargaining chips."
His current grades are also enough to make him a beloved minister. If the Ministry of Magic falls, it will destroy everything.
Looking at that young face, he couldn't help but imagine that if this person could live to be 20 years old, the entire magic world would be overwhelmed by him.
It's a pity that old Batty was also the one who got the Potions 'o' at Hogwarts back then, and he could tell that John wouldn't live to that time.
He even laughed at himself, even in the face of a dead person, he was still thinking about his interests.
Maybe he is a ungrateful person.
It's like treating Barty Jr., he doesn't deserve to be a father at all.
Hearing this, John said confidently, "You know the star disciples are my people, and the security team is equipped with the 'Zhi' series."
"These are powerful, but that's the Dark Lord." Old Batty stared at John and said, "It's not enough."
John chuckled and said, "What if we add the Savior and Dumbledore?"
Old Barty was lost in thought, the man who had defeated Voldemort and the man Voldemort feared most.
John continued, "Order of the Phoenix, that's an organization that's as good as Death Eaters, you know that."
Old Batty's expression changed, and finally he exhaled heavily.
"I choose to believe you, Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick."
John stood up and shook hands with Batty Sr.
"You won't regret it, Minister Crouch."
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