Chapter 230：

Establishing diplomatic relations and cooperation with giants would be embarrassing if other people in the magic world knew about it.

The relationship between giants and wizards has never been good, especially when they were driven out.

The magic world also hates these big guys who like to kill people. Even trolls are cuter than them.

Powerful, brutal, and murderous.

This is the image of giants in the minds of wizards.

That’s why, if anyone knew that Hagrid was a half-giant, he might not even be able to stay at Hogwarts.

Fleur also has Veela blood, but she will not be rejected at all, except for some little girls.

"I hope you will follow my advice." Dumbledore looked at the two of them. "If you take some measures in advance, the entire Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world will always remember the efforts made during this period."

What he said was very tempting and made people want to do it.

Dumbledore went further and added: "Voldemort will summon the Death Eaters, and they will gather together, just like Alfred Edgar. They are not dead, they are just hiding."

"Aldolf Edgar?!"

"That madman!"

Mentioning this name, which was feared in Voldemort's era, reminded Amelia of bad things.

Fortunately, Altdorf is still dead.

And the funny thing is that the way he died was the same as when he had faked his death, and was burned to death by fierce fire.

A smile appeared on Amelia's face. The man who killed so many people in the Bones family finally suffered retribution.

Soon Amelia stopped laughing.

There was not only one madman under Voldemort, but also Lestrange who was imprisoned in Azkaban.

There was silence for a while, whether it was family members or professors who came to visit the patient.

Voldemort was resurrected, and they felt like Voldemort's fall was just yesterday.

A sense of unreality and illusion fills the brain.

Snape also provided strong proof of this matter.

On his left arm, the Dark Mark was hot and dark an hour ago.

This is Voldemort summoning the Death Eaters.

They also listened to the testimony of Harry and Cedric, and Hermione asked her doubts: "Professor, why didn't the Death Eaters respond to the mysterious man's call?"

Hermione's words made everyone discover this blind spot, especially Harry.

He watched Altdorf use the Dark Mark with his own eyes, but even Voldemort didn't expect that the Death Eaters didn't come.

A hint of complexity flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he said, "I think this has something to do with Johnny Silverhand."

Speaking of this name, Harry thought of the silver mask.

He clearly remembered the conflict between Johnny Silverhand and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore didn't want to mention too much, which made Johnny Silverhand even more mysterious.

A flash of light flashed in Old Barty's eyes, and Dumbledore's attitude made him happy.

As for the relationship between him and Johnny Silverhand, naturally the more mysterious Johnny Silverhand is, the better.

Amelia didn't think so. She was afraid of Johnny Silverhand. From the King of Knockturn Alley to being called the Second King, Johnny Silverhand was always a thorn in the side of the Ministry of Magic.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand seems to have a plan."

"Is it possible that Johnny Silverhand wants to take advantage of this opportunity to expand his power?"

The two have completely different ideas.

But this idea will be dealt with later. They hope that Dumbledore can speak out and support someone now.

Just like Fudge, that mediocre man relied on Dumbledore's support to become the Minister of Magic.

Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful because Dumbledore was unwilling to publicly express his support.

Whether it is to remove the dementors or contact the trolls, the two of them cannot make a decision now.

Dumbledore also knew this, so he made subsequent arrangements.

…

Early morning.

The first ray of morning light appeared.

Everyone in Qunxing Society was filled with sadness in the solemn atmosphere.

None of them were at school, not even Cedric.

He ran out of the school hospital and stood on the island in the middle of the lake.

The sun shines on the surrounding lake, and the clear lake is full of light and looks beautiful.

In the crystal coffin, Heinrich regained his previous appearance.

John used magic, even if it made him dry up and almost fainted, he still made Heinrich decent.

But the physical body is easy to repair, but life and death are difficult to reverse.

They watched in silence as their friend slowly sank into the dirt.

Malfoy was silent and Neville averted his eyes.

Cedric clenched his fists and Percy stood silently.

Hibiscus put down a flower for him, which was a sunflower that grew toward the sun.

Daphne held the half-burnt wand in both hands and put it into Heinrich's hand.

In the silence, John held a handful of soil and looked at the numb person standing in the distance.

"Death is very close to us."

The soil in John's hand slipped past his fingertips and fell.

"Let us bid you farewell, my friend."

As the soil fell, the crystal coffin closed its lid.

They did not use magic, but used their hands to bury Heinrich.

Even though they were embarrassed, they had no complaints.

It seems like this, Heinrich is asleep, not dead.

There is magic in the crystal coffin.

Call it John’s paranoia or naivety.

He wanted Heinrich to come back, and he wanted to preserve Heinrich's body until he found the magic that could reverse life and death.

"Wait for me."

After everything was done, John walked up to the numb Kim Ledisley.

Until now, he has not been able to accept Heinrich's death.

A dull and hoarse voice came from the cheerful boy's mouth, "Sir, tell me, why did he suddenly fall asleep?"

"Obviously we agreed," Kim Ledisley no longer had high spirits, nor did he talk and laugh freely. Instead, he felt a kind of loneliness.

It seemed like something was missing, but he couldn't find anything to make up for it.

"Kim, I think he wants to give this to you."

John took out the badge of stars, which belonged to Heinrich.

Jin stared at it blankly, and after taking it, he whispered: "This is what he cherishes most."

"He said there is light hidden in it, the light he pursues."

Touch gently and carefully.

A drop of rain fell on the badge.

Jin murmured: "Is it raining?"

Another drop made his vision blurry.

The emotions I had suppressed all night finally burst.

No one will laugh at it, they are equally sad.

…

Night, the last day of the school year.

Depressed emotions enveloped the auditorium.

They all know that someone is dead.

Heinrich Edgar, that vampire-like boy.

He is also the backbone of Slytherin.

When they looked at Slytherin's position, there were a few people missing there.

None of them are here, not even Neville is in Gryffindor.

Dumbledore saw the situation below clearly.

"I have much to say to all of you tonight," said Dumbledore, "but first I must say with great sadness that we have lost a wonderful man who should have been sitting here enjoying this time with us. During the dinner, he could have returned to his school, but he died to protect his friends. I hope everyone will stand up and raise a glass to pay tribute to Heinrich Edgar."

When everyone in the auditorium paid tribute to Heinrich, John did not return to school.

He left school early and was already in Silver Hand Manor.

Tang Mi could see that John was in a bad mood and whispered: "My lord, my condolences."

John held a book in his hand with a cold expression.

"It's no use saying these words to let others express their condolences."

There is a document on the table, and as his signature falls, the document becomes effective.

Death Eater Bounty Order.

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Chapter 254 Bounty and pursuit

A slovenly, fat, bald man returned home. His face, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed after seeing the poor little nest.

Putting down the tool box, he rummaged through the cabinet and finally found a bottle of tequila with one mouthful left.

The lid was opened and when he was about to take a sip of the wine, there was a knock on the door outside.

His nerves became tense instantly, and he hurriedly picked up the wand on the table.

"who?"

Carefully moving to the door, he cautiously asked loudly: "Who is there!"

No one said anything, as if they just knocked on the wrong door.

He swallowed and looked into the cathole on the door.

It was dark outside, and he was a little surprised. It got dark so fast today?

He tried to open his eyes wide to see more clearly.

Suddenly, he paused.

He found that it was not dark, but a black wand.

Panic instantly filled his face, a white light emitted from the tip of the wand, and the door exploded instantly.

The huge impact blew the man away, and the wand in his hand rolled towards the door.

A hard-soled leather boot crushed the wand. The person wearing a black windbreaker and a cowboy hat had three **** fingers hanging on his chest.