Chapter 96 The Arrival of the Silver Hand and the Horror of the Ghost Curse
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
One ear flew to the ground, and Fenrir covered it.
And the culprit of everything, John has a cold dagger in his right hand.
"I want you to die!"
Fenrir jumped at John in a rage.
John dodged sideways, and the dagger in his hand had already left seven blood holes on Fenrir's body.
Fenrir fell to his knees on the floor, and John wiped the dirty blood on the dagger casually.
Indifferently ordered to Fenrir: "Pick up the ear! Your dirty blood will stain my floor."
"Ouch--!"
Fenrir propped up his body and howled like a wolf, and the four men who followed him howled like a wolf.
They rushed to John, Lupine raised his wand and was about to shoot, but Tang Mi stopped him.
Lu Ping saw the confidence on Tang Mi's face, he didn't understand that it was a werewolf.
John glanced at the werewolf lightly, and said lightly: "I said, don't dirty my floor."
Gracefully as if pulling out a baton, he took out his wand, and the Transfiguration turned the bench by the door into two big dogs biting two werewolves.
The Levitation Spell makes a werewolf weightless toward the ceiling, and the Repelling Spell sends a werewolf flying.
Fenrir's teeth were about to touch John, and he was ignited by a burning fireball.
A werewolf struggled to his feet, John's wand pointed at him.
"Crucio"
A piercing pain made the werewolf twitch.
The Unforgivable Curse.
Lupine's heart tightened, and the wizards around him seemed to understand him.
What kind of dark wizards aren't there in Knockturn Alley?
Besides, whoever stipulates that using the Unforgivable Curse will be arrested.
John twisted his wand, and the yew wand of his own making sent the werewolf rolling on the ground.
Fenrir was burnt by the flames until his hair fell out. Even so, Fenrir did not die, which shows how powerful his vitality is.
Alone suppressed five werewolves, one of whom was Fenrir.
The strength of Johnny Silver Hand refreshed again.
Lightly waving his wand and turning the floor on both sides into chains to bind Fenrir, John walked up to Lupine and said lightly, "He bit you once, now I will hand him over to you."
Lupine was in a dilemma, he really hated Fenrir, but John meant to let Fenrir die.
And Lupine, he wanted Fenrir to enter Azkaban.
This will not affect my going to Hogwarts.
His hesitant look couldn't escape John's eyes.
John sighed: "Lupine, you are too decent."
He turned to look at Fenrir, raised his wand, and spat out softly: "The soul is back."
A spell never heard before.
Lupine is going to Hogwarts to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. His strength and knowledge are far beyond ordinary people.
But Lupine could swear it was the scariest spell he had ever seen.
I saw Fenrir screaming. He kept struggling to break free, but was chained to the floor.
With the screams, white smoke rose from his body, and a transparent silver Fenrir like him floated out of his body.
And Fenrir's body, after the soul floated out, immediately stopped moving.
Fenrir's soul was also confused, and when he was a little at a loss, his soul floated in front of John.
The wand in John's hand was like a knife, slashing across Fenrir's arm.
A pain that hit the soul made Fenrir yell like crazy.
The wizards present were terrified when they heard the screams, and their spines shivered like falling into an ice cave in winter.
The screams continued for a while, and Fenrir's two arms were cut off.
His soul was empty, as if in a deep sleep.
John waved lightly, and Fenrir's soul returned to his body, but the two soul arms could never go back.
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, you..."
It was three long minutes, and Lupine's lips were dry, and he didn't know what to say.
Even Tang Mi, who has experienced many battles, never thought that a wizard who was still in school could possess such a terrifying and powerful spell.
"Two arms as a price, I don't think they will dare to come here again."
John snapped his fingers, and Fenrir's arms turned into white smoke and dissipated.
The werewolves who followed Fenrir were frightened, and they crawled on the ground humbly, like puppies.
John came to a werewolf and said in a low voice, "Who told you to come."
"I……"
"I need a name, unless you want Fenrir."
Before the werewolf could speak, John's wand lightly touched his forehead.
This made the werewolf sweat profusely, and he panicked, "It's Sean, Sean Shafik, he sent us here."
"Shafik? It seems that the pure blood is eyeing this place."
John put away his wand, which made the werewolf think he had escaped.
But John would not let them go easily, he said to Tang Mi: "Lock them up, I believe someone will be interested in them."
Tang Mi nodded respectfully, and immediately these werewolves were put into a dark prison.
In the middle of the night, the Auror knocked on Johnny Silverhand's door.
Leading the charge was Rufus Scrimgeour, Auror chief of staff.
He was like an old lion, watching his men send notorious werewolves to Azkaban one by one.
"First time meeting, Mr. Johnny Silverhand."
Scrimgeour shook hands with John. John wore a mask and smiled lightly, "Rufus Scrimgeour, I hope you are satisfied with my gift."
The smile on Scrimgeour's face was hard to hide, and he pointedly said: "This is not the first time you have helped me."
"I won't forget it, and neither will you."
John smiled slightly: "Rufus, maybe you can tell me where Sean Shafik is?"
"Sean Shafik? It seems that he will be in trouble." Scrimgeour frowned and said, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, I hope you won't make things difficult for me."
"Of course, the 28 saints are rare characters."
John's tone didn't sound like he was talking about the Holy Race, but more like talking about the old Dutton Clinic by the road.
Scrimgeour's eyes flashed, and he said, "Then I'd like to provide you with the address of the Shafik family's estate."
The two of them used a pure-blood family as a bargaining chip, and they really realized it.
What happened to Hagrid last time made Scrimgeour realize how powerful this Lord Johnny Silverhand's contacts are. Although he is not a 28th saint, the pureblood Belby is not far behind.
What a powerful connection it must be to let someone with the Medal of Merlin First Class protect a half-blood giant for him.
Scrimgeour not only wanted the current position, he also wanted to go up.
Then Mr. Johnny Silver Hand is his opportunity.
...
Shafiq Manor.
Shafik disdain to be with Muggles, their manor is located in the suburbs.
Sean Shafik, who manages Shafik's property, frowned. He was very annoyed at the loss of many galleons in the treasury.
With light eyebrows and slender cheeks, and a beard drooping on his wizard robes, the Shafiq ruler doesn't look strong.
He is better at using his mind, and the Bojinbok antique shop in Knockover Alley is one of his profitable businesses.
He invested a lot of money, but it was all in vain because of the appearance of the Silver Hand Johnny store.
This annoyed Sean very much, he didn't feel sorry for Bojinbok, only his own Garen.
Originally, he wanted to buy back the shop to recover his blood, but he never thought that this guy Mundungus would sneak ahead.
A shady thief turned around and spent thousands of Galleons to buy the store. The price made Xiao En's heart bleed.
What's more, that damned Mundungus also handed in all the black magic props belonging to Shafik's family, which made Sean wish he could kill that fat man.
"The werewolf better rip Mundungus' throat, that damn Johnny, even if he kneels down and licks the soles of his shoes, I won't let him go."
Sean Shafik's face became distorted, and the house elves didn't dare to approach him at all, and sneaked out of the door to clean.
"Crack."
There was a sound of cracking in the room, and Sean flew into a rage. He cursed, "Damn you clumsy house elf, I'm going to put your hand in the stove!"
He came out angrily, and the room was dark.
Although Sean is stingy, he is not reluctant to light candles.
When he realized something was wrong, the candles in the room lit up.
And the culprit of everything, John has a cold dagger in his right hand.
"I want you to die!"
Fenrir jumped at John in a rage.
John dodged sideways, and the dagger in his hand had already left seven blood holes on Fenrir's body.
Fenrir fell to his knees on the floor, and John wiped the dirty blood on the dagger casually.
Indifferently ordered to Fenrir: "Pick up the ear! Your dirty blood will stain my floor."
"Ouch--!"
Fenrir propped up his body and howled like a wolf, and the four men who followed him howled like a wolf.
They rushed to John, Lupine raised his wand and was about to shoot, but Tang Mi stopped him.
Lu Ping saw the confidence on Tang Mi's face, he didn't understand that it was a werewolf.
John glanced at the werewolf lightly, and said lightly: "I said, don't dirty my floor."
Gracefully as if pulling out a baton, he took out his wand, and the Transfiguration turned the bench by the door into two big dogs biting two werewolves.
The Levitation Spell makes a werewolf weightless toward the ceiling, and the Repelling Spell sends a werewolf flying.
Fenrir's teeth were about to touch John, and he was ignited by a burning fireball.
A werewolf struggled to his feet, John's wand pointed at him.
"Crucio"
A piercing pain made the werewolf twitch.
The Unforgivable Curse.
Lupine's heart tightened, and the wizards around him seemed to understand him.
What kind of dark wizards aren't there in Knockturn Alley?
Besides, whoever stipulates that using the Unforgivable Curse will be arrested.
John twisted his wand, and the yew wand of his own making sent the werewolf rolling on the ground.
Fenrir was burnt by the flames until his hair fell out. Even so, Fenrir did not die, which shows how powerful his vitality is.
Alone suppressed five werewolves, one of whom was Fenrir.
The strength of Johnny Silver Hand refreshed again.
Lightly waving his wand and turning the floor on both sides into chains to bind Fenrir, John walked up to Lupine and said lightly, "He bit you once, now I will hand him over to you."
Lupine was in a dilemma, he really hated Fenrir, but John meant to let Fenrir die.
And Lupine, he wanted Fenrir to enter Azkaban.
This will not affect my going to Hogwarts.
His hesitant look couldn't escape John's eyes.
John sighed: "Lupine, you are too decent."
He turned to look at Fenrir, raised his wand, and spat out softly: "The soul is back."
A spell never heard before.
Lupine is going to Hogwarts to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. His strength and knowledge are far beyond ordinary people.
But Lupine could swear it was the scariest spell he had ever seen.
I saw Fenrir screaming. He kept struggling to break free, but was chained to the floor.
With the screams, white smoke rose from his body, and a transparent silver Fenrir like him floated out of his body.
And Fenrir's body, after the soul floated out, immediately stopped moving.
Fenrir's soul was also confused, and when he was a little at a loss, his soul floated in front of John.
The wand in John's hand was like a knife, slashing across Fenrir's arm.
A pain that hit the soul made Fenrir yell like crazy.
The wizards present were terrified when they heard the screams, and their spines shivered like falling into an ice cave in winter.
The screams continued for a while, and Fenrir's two arms were cut off.
His soul was empty, as if in a deep sleep.
John waved lightly, and Fenrir's soul returned to his body, but the two soul arms could never go back.
"Your Excellency Silver Hand, you..."
It was three long minutes, and Lupine's lips were dry, and he didn't know what to say.
Even Tang Mi, who has experienced many battles, never thought that a wizard who was still in school could possess such a terrifying and powerful spell.
"Two arms as a price, I don't think they will dare to come here again."
John snapped his fingers, and Fenrir's arms turned into white smoke and dissipated.
The werewolves who followed Fenrir were frightened, and they crawled on the ground humbly, like puppies.
John came to a werewolf and said in a low voice, "Who told you to come."
"I……"
"I need a name, unless you want Fenrir."
Before the werewolf could speak, John's wand lightly touched his forehead.
This made the werewolf sweat profusely, and he panicked, "It's Sean, Sean Shafik, he sent us here."
"Shafik? It seems that the pure blood is eyeing this place."
John put away his wand, which made the werewolf think he had escaped.
But John would not let them go easily, he said to Tang Mi: "Lock them up, I believe someone will be interested in them."
Tang Mi nodded respectfully, and immediately these werewolves were put into a dark prison.
In the middle of the night, the Auror knocked on Johnny Silverhand's door.
Leading the charge was Rufus Scrimgeour, Auror chief of staff.
He was like an old lion, watching his men send notorious werewolves to Azkaban one by one.
"First time meeting, Mr. Johnny Silverhand."
Scrimgeour shook hands with John. John wore a mask and smiled lightly, "Rufus Scrimgeour, I hope you are satisfied with my gift."
The smile on Scrimgeour's face was hard to hide, and he pointedly said: "This is not the first time you have helped me."
"I won't forget it, and neither will you."
John smiled slightly: "Rufus, maybe you can tell me where Sean Shafik is?"
"Sean Shafik? It seems that he will be in trouble." Scrimgeour frowned and said, "Your Excellency Silver Hand, I hope you won't make things difficult for me."
"Of course, the 28 saints are rare characters."
John's tone didn't sound like he was talking about the Holy Race, but more like talking about the old Dutton Clinic by the road.
Scrimgeour's eyes flashed, and he said, "Then I'd like to provide you with the address of the Shafik family's estate."
The two of them used a pure-blood family as a bargaining chip, and they really realized it.
What happened to Hagrid last time made Scrimgeour realize how powerful this Lord Johnny Silverhand's contacts are. Although he is not a 28th saint, the pureblood Belby is not far behind.
What a powerful connection it must be to let someone with the Medal of Merlin First Class protect a half-blood giant for him.
Scrimgeour not only wanted the current position, he also wanted to go up.
Then Mr. Johnny Silver Hand is his opportunity.
...
Shafiq Manor.
Shafik disdain to be with Muggles, their manor is located in the suburbs.
Sean Shafik, who manages Shafik's property, frowned. He was very annoyed at the loss of many galleons in the treasury.
With light eyebrows and slender cheeks, and a beard drooping on his wizard robes, the Shafiq ruler doesn't look strong.
He is better at using his mind, and the Bojinbok antique shop in Knockover Alley is one of his profitable businesses.
He invested a lot of money, but it was all in vain because of the appearance of the Silver Hand Johnny store.
This annoyed Sean very much, he didn't feel sorry for Bojinbok, only his own Garen.
Originally, he wanted to buy back the shop to recover his blood, but he never thought that this guy Mundungus would sneak ahead.
A shady thief turned around and spent thousands of Galleons to buy the store. The price made Xiao En's heart bleed.
What's more, that damned Mundungus also handed in all the black magic props belonging to Shafik's family, which made Sean wish he could kill that fat man.
"The werewolf better rip Mundungus' throat, that damn Johnny, even if he kneels down and licks the soles of his shoes, I won't let him go."
Sean Shafik's face became distorted, and the house elves didn't dare to approach him at all, and sneaked out of the door to clean.
"Crack."
There was a sound of cracking in the room, and Sean flew into a rage. He cursed, "Damn you clumsy house elf, I'm going to put your hand in the stove!"
He came out angrily, and the room was dark.
Although Sean is stingy, he is not reluctant to light candles.
When he realized something was wrong, the candles in the room lit up.
