Chapter 474 Something's wrong with old Batty
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is dead?
This is by far the biggest homicide.
Something even more frightening happened.
The Weasley attack was just the beginning.
Amelia Bones died.
Escalation.
Careful people analyzed this matter, and they suddenly discovered one thing.
There may be a reason for Amelia's death.
survey.
And everyone knows that the object of Amelia's investigation is...
Johnny Silverhand!
...
"I knew it, I knew it, those who disobeyed him will not end well!"
"He killed five families, and now even senior officials of the Ministry of Magic have done it."
"Weasley? Maybe Weasley did it too!"
The pure-blood family knows far more about the affairs of the five families than others.
So they panic.
In their view, Johnny Silverhand had become a dictator.
Any dissenting voices will be killed.
Panic spread in the magical society.
Old Batty had a headache from all kinds of noise, and he couldn't believe that his competitor, Amelia Bones, died like this.
The words of those people kept pouring into his mind, his face was sullen, with a kind of horror in his eyes, "Is that you, John?"
He thought of the five families, then of the Weasleys, and now of Amelia Bones.
What they have in common is the Dark Mark that Johnny's silver hand was used to get rid of crimes.
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 paced back and forth, his mind was in a mess.
Whether he chooses to believe in John or has doubts, he cannot calm down.
"Pierce, tell me, what should I do?"
Piers Thicknesse, who had been promoted to a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, was sullen in the old Batty's private mansion.
This smooth official, who has always had both sides, was stumped by the old Batty's question.
Even he couldn't give his immediate superior a conclusion now.
"The pure-blood families are re-investigating the deaths of the five families," Pierce mused. "The Burns family has a high prestige among the pure-blood families, and they made great contributions during the Voldemort era."
"So?" Old Batty slapped the table excitedly and shouted, "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 motivation?"
What Pierce said out of his mouth, those things that Batty was unwilling to face in his heart were torn apart.
He sat down little by little, and exhaled the depression in his chest from his mouth.
Pierce was not in a hurry, he looked at old Batty quietly.
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 have repeatedly emphasized not to do anything to pure blood." Pierce said with a strange look in his eyes, "But he doesn't seem to take you seriously."
"Johnny Silver Hand, he has untold wealth, well-trained private security, and desperadoes also serve him."
Pierce said excitedly: "His existence is the biggest threat. If one day the Minister of Magic fails to fulfill his wish, will he change the Minister?"
"He did, Minister Crouch."
Layers of bloody truth were torn apart.
Old Batty seemed to be convinced, he said hoarsely: "I know how to do it, thank you, Pierce."
Seeing that old Batty was persuaded, Pierce breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a slight smile on his face, "We are all together, Minister Crouch."
Batty Sr. got up and sent Pierce away.
Walking out of the house, Old Batty stared at Pierce's leaving figure and found something was wrong.
He looked at Pierce's dangling left index finger, where there should have been a ring.
"Pierce, where's your ring?"
As soon as Pierce's footsteps stopped, the smile on his face disappeared.
Turning his head expressionlessly, he said indifferently: "Do you have to say it, Minister Crouch."
Old Batty's face changed, and the moment the other party took out his wand, he was about to close the door.
"hiss--"
Old Batty's movements froze, and black blood vessels spread across his neck.
Looking down with difficulty, the little emerald green snake bit his ankle.
Old Batty couldn't move, he could only watch the other party come over.
"My master told me that you have a lot of silver-handed goods."
That face was like plasticine, changing rapidly.
"Where's Pe...er...s...?"
Old Batty couldn't breathe, he asked with difficulty.
"He? Should be sleeping somewhere by now."
The man approached Old Batty and whispered in a devil's voice, "Guess when will he be useless?"
Old Batty stared wide-eyed, wanting to slap this approaching face.
But now he couldn't even move a finger.
The man raised his right hand and raised a finger, lightly poking Old Batty's body.
Old Barty fell straight down.
"Sleep, my dear Minister Crouch."
He took out his wand and pointed it at Crouch, who smiled evilly, "Say hello to Silver Hand for me."
Old Batty closed his eyelids heavily, and a voice sounded in his ear.
"Imperio"
...
Star Club.
"It's not right." He muttered to himself.
He held the newspaper in his hand and read it repeatedly in the Star Club.
"Old Barty..."
Looking at the above, the minister of magic came forward in person, and promised to find out the murderer and punish him severely.
This speech made John feel a little strange.
Old Batty didn't even contact him. Could it be that he believed in himself unconditionally?
The relationship between him and Batty Sr. is between cooperation and friendship. Most of the time, they get what they need in the name of friends.
Old Batty needs John's financial resources, and John needs old Batty's current status as Minister of Magic to develop.
But this time, Old Batty actually resisted the pressure and didn't even ask himself.
The last time the Weasleys were attacked, old Barty found John angrily and patted the table to ask if it was him.
Doubt was seeded in John's mind, and he stared at the newspaper above.
"Amelia Bones is dead, is it Voldemort?"
he thought.
Amelia Bones is not only an official of the Ministry of Magic, but also an excellent witch.
To defeat her, either be attacked by a group of people, or Voldemort himself.
But so far, there is still zero information about Voldemort.
The other party has never revealed his whereabouts from beginning to end.
John couldn't even be sure whether the other party was at home or abroad.
The unequal information made John feel troubled.
After the return of the soul, Voldemort is much more difficult than before, and he is as smart as if he has enlightened.
Amelia's death caused the entire magical society to panic. This invisible fear can help Voldemort develop his strength and distract the attention that should have been concentrated on Voldemort.
"First Weasley, then Slughorn, and now Burns, every step of yours is unexpected, creating panic."
John put down the newspaper. Voldemort's purpose was very clear, which was to scare the magical society and instigate pure blood and silver hands to fight against each other.
Old Batty also responded quickly, using the Minister of Magic to boost the morale of the people.
As expected of the person who once led the Ministry of Magic to fight against Voldemort, he stood up bravely when everyone began to return to the fear of the mysterious man.
John also secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but the doubt in his heart could not be dispelled no matter what.
Walking out of the Star Club, John saw Basil staying at the door.
"What's the matter?" John walked over and saw Basil holding a letter in his mouth.
John took it down and opened it to look.
His face changed instantly.
"The Ministry of Magic is suspending the expansion of the werewolf community?"
John stared at the letter, which contained the original and letters from Tang Mi.
Old Batty did something to himself?
John opened Tang Mi's letter.
"Regarding the recent events in the werewolf community, the Ministry of Magic expresses its regret, and temporarily stopped the expansion of the werewolf community due to financial reasons."
John clutched the letter paper tightly, and looked at it word by word.
After confirming that he was not mistaken, John finally knew why old Batty didn't contact him to find out the truth.
He is ready for the silver hand.
Because of pure blood pressure, or to tear the alliance?
"Old Batty, you are too impulsive."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened it again, the coldness of vertical pupils flashed away in his eyes.
John murmured to himself: "I really didn't expect you to do something to me, I was very surprised."
Looking at Basil, John let him go back to the bedroom.
He turned around and walked into the Star Club.
A faint blue flame ignited in the fireplace.
John walked in and said blankly.
"Silver Hand Manor."
...
This is by far the biggest homicide.
Something even more frightening happened.
The Weasley attack was just the beginning.
Amelia Bones died.
Escalation.
Careful people analyzed this matter, and they suddenly discovered one thing.
There may be a reason for Amelia's death.
survey.
And everyone knows that the object of Amelia's investigation is...
Johnny Silverhand!
...
"I knew it, I knew it, those who disobeyed him will not end well!"
"He killed five families, and now even senior officials of the Ministry of Magic have done it."
"Weasley? Maybe Weasley did it too!"
The pure-blood family knows far more about the affairs of the five families than others.
So they panic.
In their view, Johnny Silverhand had become a dictator.
Any dissenting voices will be killed.
Panic spread in the magical society.
Old Batty had a headache from all kinds of noise, and he couldn't believe that his competitor, Amelia Bones, died like this.
The words of those people kept pouring into his mind, his face was sullen, with a kind of horror in his eyes, "Is that you, John?"
He thought of the five families, then of the Weasleys, and now of Amelia Bones.
What they have in common is the Dark Mark that Johnny's silver hand was used to get rid of crimes.
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 paced back and forth, his mind was in a mess.
Whether he chooses to believe in John or has doubts, he cannot calm down.
"Pierce, tell me, what should I do?"
Piers Thicknesse, who had been promoted to a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, was sullen in the old Batty's private mansion.
This smooth official, who has always had both sides, was stumped by the old Batty's question.
Even he couldn't give his immediate superior a conclusion now.
"The pure-blood families are re-investigating the deaths of the five families," Pierce mused. "The Burns family has a high prestige among the pure-blood families, and they made great contributions during the Voldemort era."
"So?" Old Batty slapped the table excitedly and shouted, "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 motivation?"
What Pierce said out of his mouth, those things that Batty was unwilling to face in his heart were torn apart.
He sat down little by little, and exhaled the depression in his chest from his mouth.
Pierce was not in a hurry, he looked at old Batty quietly.
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 have repeatedly emphasized not to do anything to pure blood." Pierce said with a strange look in his eyes, "But he doesn't seem to take you seriously."
"Johnny Silver Hand, he has untold wealth, well-trained private security, and desperadoes also serve him."
Pierce said excitedly: "His existence is the biggest threat. If one day the Minister of Magic fails to fulfill his wish, will he change the Minister?"
"He did, Minister Crouch."
Layers of bloody truth were torn apart.
Old Batty seemed to be convinced, he said hoarsely: "I know how to do it, thank you, Pierce."
Seeing that old Batty was persuaded, Pierce breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a slight smile on his face, "We are all together, Minister Crouch."
Batty Sr. got up and sent Pierce away.
Walking out of the house, Old Batty stared at Pierce's leaving figure and found something was wrong.
He looked at Pierce's dangling left index finger, where there should have been a ring.
"Pierce, where's your ring?"
As soon as Pierce's footsteps stopped, the smile on his face disappeared.
Turning his head expressionlessly, he said indifferently: "Do you have to say it, Minister Crouch."
Old Batty's face changed, and the moment the other party took out his wand, he was about to close the door.
"hiss--"
Old Batty's movements froze, and black blood vessels spread across his neck.
Looking down with difficulty, the little emerald green snake bit his ankle.
Old Batty couldn't move, he could only watch the other party come over.
"My master told me that you have a lot of silver-handed goods."
That face was like plasticine, changing rapidly.
"Where's Pe...er...s...?"
Old Batty couldn't breathe, he asked with difficulty.
"He? Should be sleeping somewhere by now."
The man approached Old Batty and whispered in a devil's voice, "Guess when will he be useless?"
Old Batty stared wide-eyed, wanting to slap this approaching face.
But now he couldn't even move a finger.
The man raised his right hand and raised a finger, lightly poking Old Batty's body.
Old Barty fell straight down.
"Sleep, my dear Minister Crouch."
He took out his wand and pointed it at Crouch, who smiled evilly, "Say hello to Silver Hand for me."
Old Batty closed his eyelids heavily, and a voice sounded in his ear.
"Imperio"
...
Star Club.
"It's not right." He muttered to himself.
He held the newspaper in his hand and read it repeatedly in the Star Club.
"Old Barty..."
Looking at the above, the minister of magic came forward in person, and promised to find out the murderer and punish him severely.
This speech made John feel a little strange.
Old Batty didn't even contact him. Could it be that he believed in himself unconditionally?
The relationship between him and Batty Sr. is between cooperation and friendship. Most of the time, they get what they need in the name of friends.
Old Batty needs John's financial resources, and John needs old Batty's current status as Minister of Magic to develop.
But this time, Old Batty actually resisted the pressure and didn't even ask himself.
The last time the Weasleys were attacked, old Barty found John angrily and patted the table to ask if it was him.
Doubt was seeded in John's mind, and he stared at the newspaper above.
"Amelia Bones is dead, is it Voldemort?"
he thought.
Amelia Bones is not only an official of the Ministry of Magic, but also an excellent witch.
To defeat her, either be attacked by a group of people, or Voldemort himself.
But so far, there is still zero information about Voldemort.
The other party has never revealed his whereabouts from beginning to end.
John couldn't even be sure whether the other party was at home or abroad.
The unequal information made John feel troubled.
After the return of the soul, Voldemort is much more difficult than before, and he is as smart as if he has enlightened.
Amelia's death caused the entire magical society to panic. This invisible fear can help Voldemort develop his strength and distract the attention that should have been concentrated on Voldemort.
"First Weasley, then Slughorn, and now Burns, every step of yours is unexpected, creating panic."
John put down the newspaper. Voldemort's purpose was very clear, which was to scare the magical society and instigate pure blood and silver hands to fight against each other.
Old Batty also responded quickly, using the Minister of Magic to boost the morale of the people.
As expected of the person who once led the Ministry of Magic to fight against Voldemort, he stood up bravely when everyone began to return to the fear of the mysterious man.
John also secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but the doubt in his heart could not be dispelled no matter what.
Walking out of the Star Club, John saw Basil staying at the door.
"What's the matter?" John walked over and saw Basil holding a letter in his mouth.
John took it down and opened it to look.
His face changed instantly.
"The Ministry of Magic is suspending the expansion of the werewolf community?"
John stared at the letter, which contained the original and letters from Tang Mi.
Old Batty did something to himself?
John opened Tang Mi's letter.
"Regarding the recent events in the werewolf community, the Ministry of Magic expresses its regret, and temporarily stopped the expansion of the werewolf community due to financial reasons."
John clutched the letter paper tightly, and looked at it word by word.
After confirming that he was not mistaken, John finally knew why old Batty didn't contact him to find out the truth.
He is ready for the silver hand.
Because of pure blood pressure, or to tear the alliance?
"Old Batty, you are too impulsive."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened it again, the coldness of vertical pupils flashed away in his eyes.
John murmured to himself: "I really didn't expect you to do something to me, I was very surprised."
Looking at Basil, John let him go back to the bedroom.
He turned around and walked into the Star Club.
A faint blue flame ignited in the fireplace.
John walked in and said blankly.
"Silver Hand Manor."
...
