Chapter 234：

He thought that he could change Oz's position again after he returned.

He remembered that there was still room in the office.

Sometimes it's so cruel. What you pursue so hard may be solved with just a word from others.

"Stop looking, your eyes are about to fall off."

When John saw that Tang Mi was still looking, he called Tang Mi.

When Tang Mi came back to his senses, his face was actually a little rosy.

It’s hard to imagine that as the captain of Johnny Silverhand’s security team, he looked so embarrassed.

Under the leadership of Pierce, John entered Azkaban.

This place is worse than he imagined, the environment is very simple.

With the solid walls and the dementors patrolling at any time, the entire Azkaban was filled with desperate wails.

From time to time, someone laughed wildly, obviously crazy.

Hagrid was once almost sent to Azkaban. At that time, he was so scared that he was trembling all over.

In fact, even now, Pierce is looking a little bad.

It seems that he doesn't like this place very much.

The dementors acting as guards floated over, and the strikers were extremely alert.

John's expression remained unchanged, but others couldn't tell.

They walked all the way to the room where Lestrange was being held.

Opening the door, a man huddled in the corner, thin and haggard, but with a trace of madness in his eyes appeared.

Rodolphus Lestrange.

He may have just been taught a lesson by the dementors, and his whole person felt haggard and depressed.

The beaters were on standby outside. In the cell, there were only three people, John, Pierce, and Tang Mi.

But John glanced at Pierce, who walked out very wisely, euphemistically calling it a deployment.

"Rodolphus Lestrange, you look so haggard."

Staring at Rodolphus, John was a little ready to make a move.

How interesting would it be if you could deal with Rodolphus directly and wait until Voldemort regroups his old troops?

This thought flashed through his mind, and John's expression did not change.

Rodolphus's voice was weak, "Who are you?"

He had been locked up in Azkaban for so long that he didn't even know Johnny Silverhand's name.

John smiled, he raised his right hand, and Rodolphus was pressed against the wall, his body floating in the air.

Photography magic.

The delicate knife slashed Rodolphus's arm, and blood flowed into the bottle from inside.

John got the blood easily, Rodolphus couldn't breathe, and his face turned red from holding back.

On the verge of fainting, John put him down without letting him breathe, and pressed his hands on Rodolphus's greasy hair.

The black thread entered through his head, and Rodolphus's expression gradually became dull.

John asked him about the location of the vault, and Rodolphus told him all in a dull voice.

After doing all this, John took out a power of attorney.

Rodolphus's eyes flashed with struggle, but soon turned dull again.

He signed his name like a zombie and also attached his fingerprints.

John, who had gained everything, did not just let Rodolphus go.

He had seen this man in the memories of the Longbottoms. He was one of the murderers who tortured Neville's parents.

John gently pressed his head with both hands, and activated his spiritual magic.

Under his hypnosis, a seed was planted deep in Rodolphus's heart.

When the seeds take root and sprout, Rodolphus can produce unusual effects.

This was his gift to Voldemort.

Just as John left, loud laughter came from the next cell.

The voice was full of madness, even if it had just been sucked by a dementor.

"Who is locked up there?"

"A madwoman, Bellatrix Lestrange."

John saw that in the cell across the door, the pair of eyes were always staring at him.

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Chapter 258 Falling short and fake Horcrux

John took a deep look at the cell.

He chuckled and said, "Very interesting person."

He said casually, turned and left.

The goal has been achieved, and John is looking forward to the vault in Gringotts.

The dementors in Azkaban are still wandering around, but strangely, they seem to be afraid of places where John is.

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After a trip to Azkaban, John had to start two things.

He needs to go to Gringotts and remove Lestrange's money.

Back at Silverhand Manor, John finally had time to look at the gold locket.

But from this look, he didn’t look good.

He wanted to open the locket and check what was inside, but a note fell from it.

"To the Dark Lord:

I will be dead before you read this.

But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to risk my life in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent. "

"R.A.B?"

John stared at the note, his chest rising and falling, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"This is a fake, a fake."

He looked dazed, shook his body, and sat completely on the chair.

"So everything I worked hard for was just a joke?"

A voice that sounded like laughing and crying came out. If anyone saw John now, they would definitely be scared.

There was madness and bloodshotness in his eyes.

"For this thing, hahaha..."

John laughed and his voice stopped suddenly.

The things in the study were shattered in an instant.

A pair of red eyes, like a fierce ghost that wants to choose people to devour.

He thought he had obtained a Horcrux, but he didn't expect it was just a joke.

In order to obtain this Horcrux, he missed the opportunity to rescue Heinrich.

"R.A.B!"

Angry roars came out.

Before Tang Mi entered the study, John had calmed down.

But this place seemed to have been hit by a big explosion. Tang Mi bent down and picked up a fragment of a vase that fell on the ground.

The moment the fingers came into contact, the vase fragments turned into powder and dispersed.

"Crushing Curse?"

Tang Mi was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such a powerful crushing curse.

"Sir, what's wrong?" Tang Mi stepped forward and asked.

John closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed all the surging anger.

He said calmly, "It's okay, there's just something wrong with the magic."

It was no use getting angry now, so John put the gold locket away.

He didn’t know who R.A.B was, but he was certain that he had stolen the Horcrux and tried to destroy it.

Thinking better, maybe the other party has destroyed the Horcrux.

But immediately a doubt appeared in my mind.

"There are very few people who know about Voldemort's Horcruxes. If R.A.B knows where the Horcruxes are hidden, is he a close associate of Voldemort?"

John fell into deep thought, knowing that a person like Voldemort would not appear in this place unless he was trusted.

Horcruxes are Voldemort's biggest secret, and they are also a means of immortality.

The place where the Horcrux is hidden is also a top priority. Even the gold medal undercover Snape doesn't know where it is.

Able to gain Voldemort's trust, yet betrayed Voldemort?

"Let it go for now, I need to calm down."

Hiding his thoughts, John looked up at Tang Mi and asked, "What's going on?"

"We have started to build momentum for Batty Sr.'s campaign, and Batty Sr. will start the process next week."

Old Batty was very fast, and with the help of many advantages, he quickly accumulated reputation.

It can be described in four words, what the people want.

Old Batty only had one final kick, and this kick needed a suitable time to come out.

"There is one more thing." Tang Mi paused and said, "There is a letter for you."

John took it and saw that it was from Damo Alex.

The guy who focused on glory published a paper on the blood curse.

This paper has entered the review stage, alarming the people of Sir Merlin.

They are all people who have made great achievements in a certain field, but this blood curse paper is still too incredible.

"He was finally willing to let things go."

John knew that Damo Alex started working on it as early as his third grade. After a year of polishing and revising, the research results of this blood curse were enough to alarm the magic world.

Damo Alex is a knowledgeable person. He knows that he cannot complete it by himself, and in addition, this is originally a subject that belongs to John.

So in the author column, he gave John enough respect.

However, the article did not appear in the public eye so quickly, and it took at least half a year to demonstrate.

After all, it was too shocking. Although it looked good, no one knew whether it would work.

If it succeeds, it will be a second-level Merlin Medal at least.

"He did a good thing."