Chapter 125：

A doorframe appeared in front of her. She screamed and pulled it up, and the Firebolt rocketed upward.

Seeing that she couldn't control it, John jumped up after running a certain distance with the wind at his feet.

Wings sprouted from the sides of the shoes.

Hermione flew in front, and John chased behind.

At the same time, John calculated the speed. It accelerated to 150 miles in 10 seconds. It was indeed the fastest broom in the world.

The wings on the side of the shoe became larger and waved rapidly. John's speed also increased, chasing after the rocket crossbow.

As the distance gradually shortened, John saw the ball frame appear in front of Hermione. Without any hesitation, he used the crushing spell to shatter the ball frame.

The ball frame was shattered into pieces a second ago, and none of the pieces fell off, directly smearing Hermione's face.

Fortunately, there were only scraps left, otherwise Hermione would have been cremated if she had hit her at this speed.

"Speed ​​up."

Accelerating again, the lines on John's shoes lit up, his speed soared, and he pulled out a trail of airplane clouds behind him, surpassing Hermione.

He reached out and grabbed Hermione's back collar and shouted, "Let go!"

Hermione hugged the Firebolt like a sloth, while John's head was covered with black lines.

He had no choice but to push harder and shout loudly: "Hermione, let go!"

Hermione finally heard it. When she saw John, she didn't care why John was around.

Trust made her let go without hesitation, the Firebolt flew out from under her body, and Hermione was held by John's back collar like a kitten.

After losing control, the Firebolt flew not far away and began to fall. John raised his right hand.

The magic power passed through his right hand, causing his right hand to shake even more violently and he groaned.

Object photography magic is activated.

The falling Firebolt was caught, and finally fell softly to the ground.

John also carried Hermione down. The wings of the meteor shoes seemed to be tired, and they flapped their wings frequently.

After landing, Hermione's limp feet touched the ground without falling, and she said guiltily, "I'm sorry, John, I thought..."

"It's fine." John also wiped away the cold sweat. He would never dare to let Hermione use the Firebolt again. It was like a vehicle killer.

But at least one result was obtained. In the acceleration mode of the meteor shoes, it can be on par with the firebolt.

There is also a super acceleration mode, which John did not dare to use, because that mode consumes too much, and can consume one-fifth of the magic crystal at a time.

The magic crystal that John put on his meteor shoes is enough for five visits.

After this incident, Hermione's originally depressed mood improved a lot.

After realizing it later, she screamed, and John picked his ears, not knowing what she was surprised about.

"Firebolt!"

Hermione ran towards the place where the Firebolt fell. Harry and Ron were very angry just because she asked Professor McGonagall to take away the Firebolt for inspection.

If John's Firebolt broke, she couldn't imagine how angry she would be.

He ran to the Firebolt worriedly, and the Firebolt that Harry was so obsessed with was lying there quietly.

There isn't even a scratch on it, it's just like new, although it is indeed new.

After calming down, Hermione also realized something was wrong. Why was John flying next to her and the Firebolt? Why was nothing happening?

She looked at John, and Crookshanks was being held by John's hind legs to prevent him from leaving.

Seeing this scene, Hermione had all kinds of questions.

I thought that John had always been mysterious and I shouldn't interfere too much.

Thinking that Ron didn't like Crookshanks and that she was busy with the Buckbeak case recently, she asked: "John, can you help take care of Crookshanks?"

Taking care of Crookshanks?

Of course you can.

John grabbed Crookshanks and lifted him up, just as he had just lifted Hermione.

He scratched Crookshanks' belly and said with a smile, "Of course."

Hermione was delighted when she heard this. Thinking that Crookshanks was unwilling to leave the Gryffindor common room, she added: "Then I will write you the Gryffindor password."

John smiled broadly, that was a white cat.

Hermione wrote the password to John.

"Taking care of her just means taking her out every day and bringing her back."

Still sleeping in the Gryffindor common room.

After returning, Hermione saw that Ron was still angry.

Harry's anger was almost gone. When he saw Hermione coming back, he followed up and asked, "Hermione, what's wrong with your hair?"

After flying around in Quidditch, Hermione's already fluffy hair fell back, looking like an afro.

She reacted and rushed back to the dormitory, looking at herself in the mirror.

She immediately remembered the way John was holding back his smile, clenching his silver teeth like an angry lion.

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Chapter 143 The Scared Dementors and Limited Gloves

Since the Dementors were taken over by Aurors, they have been living in fear every day.

The Auror in charge, Oz Hilde, couldn't help but have veins popping out on his forehead as he listened to the howling ghosts.

"What are these ghosts called?"

The other one at the same time, Lippi Korbel, had the same expression. They wanted to drive all the dementors inside back to that ghost place in Azkaban.

Oz took a deep breath to calm down.

She is an old Auror. As an experienced senior, she is qualified to lead a team of hitters.

Yanshou said: "These Dementors haven't eaten for too long. Sirius Black is nearby, and we can't send them back to Azkaban."

Hearing Sirius, Lippi's face twitched.

The Ministry of Magic's wanted order for Sirius is extremely dangerous, and even Aurors may not be his match.

Such a dangerous person has been hiding in Hogwarts for more than half a year. Even Lippi wanted to call Fudge a loser when he stepped down.

At the same time, his mind moved slightly, and he looked at Oz and asked, "Don't you have any ideas?"

"Ideas?" Oz glanced at Lippi.

Lippi chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Oz, then picked up one and lit it himself.

Both of them were old smokers. A puff of thick smoke came out of their mouths. Lippi said meaningfully: "The Ministry of Magic is at the time of handover of power. Why don't you take the opportunity to go up?"

Others don’t know, but Lippi, as Oz’s old partner, knows it very well.

Oz is capable. She has been an Auror for ten years. In terms of qualifications and strength, she is a leading Auror figure.

But because Oz had made mistakes, she once let a werewolf go, and this incident became a stain on her body.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic had previously deliberately suppressed the Auror office, so she was kept in the Auror position for a few years, and she did not even get the title of elite Auror.

You can only carry a striker outside and do some work looking for contraband everywhere.

Lippi said regretfully: "If Tang Mi was still here, you would definitely be with him..."

As he spoke, he saw Oz's eyes dimming. He changed the subject and said, "We can't ask for more from the Director of the Auror Office. We hope that we don't have to continue to do the job of finding contraband."

Lippi is a very shrewd person. He knows that people with no backgrounds like himself and Oz basically have no chance of the vacant director position.

He just wanted to be less fringe and at least allow himself to sneak into the Auror office.

Oz blew out a puff of smoke from his **** red lips, threw down the cigarette that was burning on his butt, stepped on his feet with his shoes, and said calmly: "You know, we don't have the qualifications, those places are all pure-blooded. "

She is of mixed blood, and Lippi is from a Muggle family. Although she became an Auror after the fall of Voldemort, the internal pure-blood concept still affects them.

They are not eligible to be office Aurors. Only those with pure blood or backgrounds are eligible.

Lippi chuckled and said with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "That's not necessarily true. Isn't Tang Mi working under that person? It is rumored that that person told Fudge to get out..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Oz's murderous gaze. He raised his hands and said quickly: "Okay, don't mention him."

Two people were chatting outside.

And the dementors are miserable.

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The dementors huddled together and receded like the tide.

A person walking among a group of dementors is like selecting livestock.

Suddenly, a Dementor who was not retreating so fast was caught in sight.

The black silk thread entangled itself, and the Dementor screamed and was pulled away by the tentacle-like thread.

The other dementors remained silent and frantically tried to escape.

The Auror didn't notice either. After all, no one would have thought that someone would take the initiative to find a dementor.

"Why are you running? I won't kill you all."

John had just taken away one of the Dementors, and when he saw how scared the others were, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Why are you still guarding Azkaban like this?

He clicked his tongue twice and left a message that he would come back tomorrow, which frightened the remaining dementors so much that their cloaks almost flew away.

With the dementors, John returned to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

The soul-eating curse stripped the dementors clean, and the black thread was put back into the ring. A ball of souls emitting holy silver light appeared in John's hand.

Tear the soul into strips, then throw it into the crucible and mix it with the potion.

Add the unicorn horn, and a pot of soul-strengthening potion is ready.

After taking a sip, John's body trembled.

The man he had met several times appeared in front of him for a long half hour.

He lowered his head and held on to the table, dripping with sweat.

"The soul has recovered a little."

After closing his eyes and feeling for a while, the soul of his right hand recovered a little. At the same time, he felt that his soul seemed to be tempered every time he was tortured.

Opening his right hand, the dark and evil black silk changes in his hand.

John's eyes were deep. He had only used this power on dementors. What if it was used on other beings?

Terrible thoughts came to mind, and John himself was startled.

Pushing this thought away, John looked at the ring that had become darker. He knew that this thing was beginning to affect him.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Knowing how terrifying this power was, John repeatedly warned himself not to violate the bottom line.

Opening his eyes again, his eyes became clear again.

A heat wave was emitting from another room in the secret room. You could feel the alarming temperature just by approaching the door.

A large piece of mithril gradually melted in the furnace, but the speed was a bit slow.

"At this speed, it will probably take some time to melt."

John walked to the other side and started tinkering with a mold.

The mold this time is no different than before. It is not a sword, but something that looks like a hand.

Using a knife to fine-tune every line in the mold, John wanted to create something worthy of the name Johnny Silverhand.

Since you are Lord Silver Hand, how can you live without Silver Hand?