Chapter 421 Alienated Father-Son Relationship
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Ludwig left, and Tang Mi came in behind.
"The men of Goyle and Crabbe wish to see you."
"They are for the stupid son."
John unhurriedly opened the list, glanced over the names on the list, and finally stopped at Rozier's column.
Tang Mi shrugged and said, "During the last war against the Ministry of Magic, two people were taken into Azkaban."
"In exchange, they are willing to hand over part of the property in Diagon Alley."
Pure blood members are becoming rarer and rarer, which is the general trend.
The mutual marriage between them can guarantee the purity of the blood, but it cannot restore their decline.
These ancient families control many magical industries, monopolizing all walks of life to maintain their status.
But over offspring, they choose offspring.
John meets the heads of two pure-blood families.
After some discussions, John got a stake in a cauldron store and a literary residence.
As a condition, John agreed to fight for it from the Ministry of Magic, so that the two Death Eaters could be changed from life imprisonment to fixed term.
The two heads of the family were naturally grateful, and John motioned them to approach.
After they came over, John put his hands on the shoulders of the two and made the tall man bend down.
"My help is for a friend, not every time there is such an opportunity, your clansmen, I don't want their stupid minds to continue thinking about another person, even in the magical world, there are ways to execute people."
The backs of the two were drenched in cold sweat, and they nodded repeatedly to express that he must let them realize the reality.
No matter how bad it is, they can imprison people at home and concentrate on cultivating the third generation.
John patted the shoulders of the two of them hard, and let the two who were frightened leave.
Then a few more people came, all Death Eaters whose families had been caught in Azkaban.
John picked a few, and those were 'speculators' who thought Voldemort would rule the world, and they were more of a venture capital investment for Voldemort.
Now that Voldemort has fallen, those people regret the most.
John took the things that were sent, and some of Voldemort's loyalists, who never turned back after hitting the south wall, stayed in Azkaban.
"Minister Crouch is here." Tang Mi walked in and whispered, "He brought something."
John raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while, he saw old Batty carrying a box in plain packaging.
"Old Barty, do you need me to let Little Barty come up?" John could see that he wanted to see Little Barty.
"No, no need," Old Barty didn't know how to face Little Barty, put down his things and said with a frown, "Amelia's attack on your industry in Parliament has affected the operation of society."
John spread his hands helplessly, "My friend, don't you think the same?"
"If I don't know the real face under your mask." Old Batty said.
An existence that created huge assets at the age of 15, Batty Sr. felt that he might have retired by the time John took over.
"It's inconvenient for me to attend this kind of banquet right now," Batty Sr. explained by the way why he didn't show up. "As a minister, you shouldn't be too close to some people."
"That's true," John snapped his fingers, and a gold-rimmed crystal glass appeared on the table. He got up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out the golden stars, shook the bottle and smiled, "Private collection."
After opening it, the refreshing mellow fragrance made Barty couldn't help but praise, "This kind of thing can only be encountered here."
The wine was poured into the glass, and Batty took a sip. The taste of magic power entering his body made him feel amazing.
"I can send you a bottle," John said casually after sitting down, "I don't have much in stock."
Old Batty refused, he didn't want others to feel that he was living too extravagantly.
The wine was also drunk, and the words were chattered.
John brought up the topic, about the punishment of several Death Eaters.
Old Batty frowned and looked unhappy, "I don't remember you paying attention to these things."
As a smart person, John naturally knew that interfering with the power of the Minister of Magic would undoubtedly push people to the opposite of him.
So he said frankly: "Of course not, the heads of several families found me."
"They think that Johnny Silverhand has great powers?" Old Batty laughed inexplicably.
"Have you ever heard of a Muggle amusement park?" John didn't delve into the meaning of the laughter, but brought up another matter.
"Amusement park?" As a person who is proficient in more than 200 languages, Old Barty also has research on Muggles, so he naturally knows those things.
"I want to build an amusement park, more precisely, an entertainment city." John snapped his fingers, and dozens of parchments on the bookshelf flew in front of Old Barty.
Old Batty picked it up to watch, frowning sometimes, sometimes loosening his brows.
As time passed, his expression gradually turned into thoughtful, with some joy.
John saw that the time had come, and continued: "This plan can promote the increase of magic trade taxation, and also promote the economic benefits of local tourism."
"Also, I don't plan to do these myself," John said with a smile, "Silver Hand Fashion Building will cooperate with the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic only needs to provide a piece of land. As for the funds..."
John pushed a list on the table over and said with a smile, "They've already done it for the Ministry of Magic."
Old Batty's complexion changed several times.
In fact, the magical society is very backward. For example, they still maintain a system of ransom money.
By donating money, you can avoid a certain level of guilt.
For example, when Voldemort fell for the first time, Lucius used his power and the Imperius Curse as an excuse to escape the fate of entering Azkaban.
It's just that Barty Sr. acted swiftly and resolutely after he took office, and no one mentioned the ransom money.
Now John used the magic entertainment city as a temptation to make old Batty sway.
"If you set a precedent, it will be difficult to clean up later." Old Batty almost smoked a cigarette and thought about it.
"Actually, this matter is not without a turnaround," John saw him so entangled, and offered advice as a close friend, "What if they have credit?"
"You mean?"
"Old Gower and old Crabbe, they have a good son, they paralyzed Voldemort's sight for me at Hogwarts, and at the same time passed on Voldemort's news."
John made a cross and said meaningfully: "This can make up for their crimes."
"They need to stay in Azkaban for two years." Old Batty looked up at John, "It's for your sake."
"That's my honor." John smiled and toasted.
Changing the sentence from life imprisonment to two years is really a great face.
Old Batty left with the entertainment city project, and the gift box left at the same time was held by John in his hand.
"A father who wants to be strong in his life." John looked at the new clothes that were obviously given to Barty Jr., and went to the garden to give the things to Barty Jr.
Little Batty glanced coldly, not sure if he liked it or not.
The Crouch family's father-son relationship is not so quickly repaired.
Although he has been whitewashed, Barty Jr. still chooses to work in the garden.
Perhaps he hated the father who only had the position of minister from the bottom of his heart.
Waiting until the old Batty resigns, it is possible to let Batty Jr.
...
Grimmauld Place, Blake's Old House.
Sirius snarled, "Go back, Kreacher."
Kreacher touched the stairs with his nose, and rolled to the little place under the stove in his own kitchen bit by bit.
This scene made Hermione very unbearable, Harry didn't feel anything, it was the guy who hurt him.
"Sirius," Harry saw his godfather again, and rushed to hug him, "Are you all right?"
"It's just a little pain in the left side." Sirius hugged his godson and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you in a month, you have grown taller."
He greeted Hermione and Ron.
"Dumbledore is inside, and we have received word that Voldemort is abroad."
Unlike Mrs. Weasley, Sirius always felt that Harry was capable of some adventure.
If Mrs. Weasley heard it, she would probably be angry again.
Harry glanced behind the door, where Dumbledore was sitting, and Lupine and his men were there.
"It's time for me to go to a meeting." Sirius walked in and closed the door.
Ron said strangely: "I seem to see Mundungus."
"That's so strange, he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry disagreed.
Ron said, "I thought he was going to be fired when he got caught stealing last time."
"He owes a lot of debt," Ron said disdainfully. "He used to like to show off his gold teeth, but they were pulled out and sold."
"Harry, Ron, let's go and see Kreacher." Hermione didn't care how much Mundungus owed.
She felt she needed to take care of her house-elf friends.
Knowing that Hermione was sympathetic to the house-elves, the two of Harry had no choice but to go there.
Going into the kitchen, they didn't find Kreacher.
After yelling twice, he saw Kreacher from under the stove.
Such a bad environment made Hermione very sympathetic.
Harry didn't want to pay much attention to Kreacher, because the elf's words were always very unpleasant.
He glanced casually, and in the small shop under the stove, he saw a box that looked familiar.
...
"The men of Goyle and Crabbe wish to see you."
"They are for the stupid son."
John unhurriedly opened the list, glanced over the names on the list, and finally stopped at Rozier's column.
Tang Mi shrugged and said, "During the last war against the Ministry of Magic, two people were taken into Azkaban."
"In exchange, they are willing to hand over part of the property in Diagon Alley."
Pure blood members are becoming rarer and rarer, which is the general trend.
The mutual marriage between them can guarantee the purity of the blood, but it cannot restore their decline.
These ancient families control many magical industries, monopolizing all walks of life to maintain their status.
But over offspring, they choose offspring.
John meets the heads of two pure-blood families.
After some discussions, John got a stake in a cauldron store and a literary residence.
As a condition, John agreed to fight for it from the Ministry of Magic, so that the two Death Eaters could be changed from life imprisonment to fixed term.
The two heads of the family were naturally grateful, and John motioned them to approach.
After they came over, John put his hands on the shoulders of the two and made the tall man bend down.
"My help is for a friend, not every time there is such an opportunity, your clansmen, I don't want their stupid minds to continue thinking about another person, even in the magical world, there are ways to execute people."
The backs of the two were drenched in cold sweat, and they nodded repeatedly to express that he must let them realize the reality.
No matter how bad it is, they can imprison people at home and concentrate on cultivating the third generation.
John patted the shoulders of the two of them hard, and let the two who were frightened leave.
Then a few more people came, all Death Eaters whose families had been caught in Azkaban.
John picked a few, and those were 'speculators' who thought Voldemort would rule the world, and they were more of a venture capital investment for Voldemort.
Now that Voldemort has fallen, those people regret the most.
John took the things that were sent, and some of Voldemort's loyalists, who never turned back after hitting the south wall, stayed in Azkaban.
"Minister Crouch is here." Tang Mi walked in and whispered, "He brought something."
John raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while, he saw old Batty carrying a box in plain packaging.
"Old Barty, do you need me to let Little Barty come up?" John could see that he wanted to see Little Barty.
"No, no need," Old Barty didn't know how to face Little Barty, put down his things and said with a frown, "Amelia's attack on your industry in Parliament has affected the operation of society."
John spread his hands helplessly, "My friend, don't you think the same?"
"If I don't know the real face under your mask." Old Batty said.
An existence that created huge assets at the age of 15, Batty Sr. felt that he might have retired by the time John took over.
"It's inconvenient for me to attend this kind of banquet right now," Batty Sr. explained by the way why he didn't show up. "As a minister, you shouldn't be too close to some people."
"That's true," John snapped his fingers, and a gold-rimmed crystal glass appeared on the table. He got up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out the golden stars, shook the bottle and smiled, "Private collection."
After opening it, the refreshing mellow fragrance made Barty couldn't help but praise, "This kind of thing can only be encountered here."
The wine was poured into the glass, and Batty took a sip. The taste of magic power entering his body made him feel amazing.
"I can send you a bottle," John said casually after sitting down, "I don't have much in stock."
Old Batty refused, he didn't want others to feel that he was living too extravagantly.
The wine was also drunk, and the words were chattered.
John brought up the topic, about the punishment of several Death Eaters.
Old Batty frowned and looked unhappy, "I don't remember you paying attention to these things."
As a smart person, John naturally knew that interfering with the power of the Minister of Magic would undoubtedly push people to the opposite of him.
So he said frankly: "Of course not, the heads of several families found me."
"They think that Johnny Silverhand has great powers?" Old Batty laughed inexplicably.
"Have you ever heard of a Muggle amusement park?" John didn't delve into the meaning of the laughter, but brought up another matter.
"Amusement park?" As a person who is proficient in more than 200 languages, Old Barty also has research on Muggles, so he naturally knows those things.
"I want to build an amusement park, more precisely, an entertainment city." John snapped his fingers, and dozens of parchments on the bookshelf flew in front of Old Barty.
Old Batty picked it up to watch, frowning sometimes, sometimes loosening his brows.
As time passed, his expression gradually turned into thoughtful, with some joy.
John saw that the time had come, and continued: "This plan can promote the increase of magic trade taxation, and also promote the economic benefits of local tourism."
"Also, I don't plan to do these myself," John said with a smile, "Silver Hand Fashion Building will cooperate with the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic only needs to provide a piece of land. As for the funds..."
John pushed a list on the table over and said with a smile, "They've already done it for the Ministry of Magic."
Old Batty's complexion changed several times.
In fact, the magical society is very backward. For example, they still maintain a system of ransom money.
By donating money, you can avoid a certain level of guilt.
For example, when Voldemort fell for the first time, Lucius used his power and the Imperius Curse as an excuse to escape the fate of entering Azkaban.
It's just that Barty Sr. acted swiftly and resolutely after he took office, and no one mentioned the ransom money.
Now John used the magic entertainment city as a temptation to make old Batty sway.
"If you set a precedent, it will be difficult to clean up later." Old Batty almost smoked a cigarette and thought about it.
"Actually, this matter is not without a turnaround," John saw him so entangled, and offered advice as a close friend, "What if they have credit?"
"You mean?"
"Old Gower and old Crabbe, they have a good son, they paralyzed Voldemort's sight for me at Hogwarts, and at the same time passed on Voldemort's news."
John made a cross and said meaningfully: "This can make up for their crimes."
"They need to stay in Azkaban for two years." Old Batty looked up at John, "It's for your sake."
"That's my honor." John smiled and toasted.
Changing the sentence from life imprisonment to two years is really a great face.
Old Batty left with the entertainment city project, and the gift box left at the same time was held by John in his hand.
"A father who wants to be strong in his life." John looked at the new clothes that were obviously given to Barty Jr., and went to the garden to give the things to Barty Jr.
Little Batty glanced coldly, not sure if he liked it or not.
The Crouch family's father-son relationship is not so quickly repaired.
Although he has been whitewashed, Barty Jr. still chooses to work in the garden.
Perhaps he hated the father who only had the position of minister from the bottom of his heart.
Waiting until the old Batty resigns, it is possible to let Batty Jr.
...
Grimmauld Place, Blake's Old House.
Sirius snarled, "Go back, Kreacher."
Kreacher touched the stairs with his nose, and rolled to the little place under the stove in his own kitchen bit by bit.
This scene made Hermione very unbearable, Harry didn't feel anything, it was the guy who hurt him.
"Sirius," Harry saw his godfather again, and rushed to hug him, "Are you all right?"
"It's just a little pain in the left side." Sirius hugged his godson and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you in a month, you have grown taller."
He greeted Hermione and Ron.
"Dumbledore is inside, and we have received word that Voldemort is abroad."
Unlike Mrs. Weasley, Sirius always felt that Harry was capable of some adventure.
If Mrs. Weasley heard it, she would probably be angry again.
Harry glanced behind the door, where Dumbledore was sitting, and Lupine and his men were there.
"It's time for me to go to a meeting." Sirius walked in and closed the door.
Ron said strangely: "I seem to see Mundungus."
"That's so strange, he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Harry disagreed.
Ron said, "I thought he was going to be fired when he got caught stealing last time."
"He owes a lot of debt," Ron said disdainfully. "He used to like to show off his gold teeth, but they were pulled out and sold."
"Harry, Ron, let's go and see Kreacher." Hermione didn't care how much Mundungus owed.
She felt she needed to take care of her house-elf friends.
Knowing that Hermione was sympathetic to the house-elves, the two of Harry had no choice but to go there.
Going into the kitchen, they didn't find Kreacher.
After yelling twice, he saw Kreacher from under the stove.
Such a bad environment made Hermione very sympathetic.
Harry didn't want to pay much attention to Kreacher, because the elf's words were always very unpleasant.
He glanced casually, and in the small shop under the stove, he saw a box that looked familiar.
...
