Chapter 322：

Gringotts' golden cup was missing, and he didn't know who took it yet.

Thinking of him as the majestic Dark Lord, you shouldn't feel like this.

It was only others who were afraid of Voldemort, not him.

That feeling lasted only a short moment. After he came to his senses, he showed a hint of murderous intent towards Narcissa.

His posture was seen by others.

His first reaction was to kill that person.

But Narcissa is not only Lucius's wife, but also Bellatrix's sister, and a **** needed in this plan.

Voldemort hid his murderous intention and asked Narcissa to come over calmly.

He whispered a secret plan in Narcissa's ear.

Narcissa's expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, but when she left the living room, her expression became a little strange.

"What a coincidence."

At this moment, Narcissa even felt ridiculous.

It's such a coincidence that Johnny Silverhand and Voldemort used the same plan.

…

John slowly woke up and sat up, holding his forehead.

Tang Mi didn't show up, and he didn't let anyone in.

The first time after getting up, he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.

"Has a night passed?"

His throat felt itchy, and John coughed violently until he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

He stared at the black blood and counted the time in his mind.

"It's very cautious. By the time it is discovered, the rescue time will have been missed."

John said with interest, "This brain works better than Crabbe and Goyle."

Voldemort didn't know if it was because he had split too many souls, but he seemed unworthy of the Dark Lord's wisdom.

But having been able to make the Ministry of Magic so embarrassed, Voldemort was not confused in some places.

On the surface, Crabbe and Goyle came in as Death Eaters to poison John, but in fact they arranged for someone to do so.

"A two-handed strategy, you are still very good in these shameful aspects, Tom."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, John cleaned up the black blood.

The golden cup fell to the ground. After picking it up, it no longer had that cold and evil feeling.

"Hufflepuff's golden cup." John rubbed the golden cup with his fingers and muttered, "What Hufflepuff left behind should not be ordinary."

The silver hand stretched out his fingers and tapped the golden cup. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and said in surprise: "The craftsmanship of this is not inferior to that of Gryffindor's sword, and it has the same magical existence as Ravenclaw's crown."

Putting the gold cup away, John collected two of the relics of the four giants.

The remaining Slytherin locket should be at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

The Horcrux was already clear, and a smile appeared on John's lips.

"Tom, I think we're going to meet soon."

It was already noon the next day when I walked out of the secret room.

Riddle, the black long-eared owl, closed his eyes comfortably in the lavender garden, with Basil beside him.

When Basil saw John, he flapped his wings and flew over.

John took the envelope out of its mouth and opened it.

With a look of surprise in his eyes, John lit the letter and burned it.

Tang Mi walked to the garden and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw John appear.

Tang Mi said respectfully, "Sir, Old Batty is here to visit."

"That's a coincidence," John adjusted his clothes and said with a smile, "I happened to be looking for him."

Raising his hand to brush his face, a silver mask appeared on his face.

Transforming into Johnny Silverhand, John said to Tang Mi, "Prepare some snacks for me."

"The one you gave to Ozzie Hilde last time was pretty good."

Tang Mi blushed in a rare blush, coughed twice and said, "Those snacks were bought by my subordinates."

"If you didn't buy it at 10% off the raw material price, I might praise you." John glanced at Tang Mi.

Tang Mi stopped talking. He was afraid that if he continued to talk, there might be problems with his salary.

Arriving at the study, old Batty was sitting there, with short gray hair and a meticulous look.

"Old Barty, I haven't congratulated you yet." John walked into the study and shook hands with Old Barty and said with a smile; "Minister Crouch is the most popular person in the past twenty years."

Old Batty laughed, obviously in a good mood.

After John sat down, Old Barty did not hide anything and said: "I came here on official business. There are many places in the Ministry of Magic that need repair and renovation."

"As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic does not have such a budget yet." John put a cross on his chin.

Old Batty said with approval, "It was originally like this, but the equipment maintenance costs were saved, and some fools who forgot to pay taxes sent taxes."

It can be seen that those fools are not really fools, they are afraid of being settled by Old Batty.

Because of these relationships, the Ministry of Magic now has some spare money.

So that old Barty finally no longer has to stare at the Magic Brothers fountain statue and wonder when to tear it down and sell it for money.

However, when he heard that Old Barty was going to renovate the Ministry of Magic, a strange color flashed in John's eyes.

He said with confusion, "Old Barty, I have a suggestion that can save you a lot of money."

When Old Barty heard this, his expression changed and he looked at the enigmatic Johnny Silverhand.

…

Chapter 351 Frankness and Deal

Old Barty liked being friends with Johnny Silverhand.

Because of his cheerfulness, and also because of his sincerity.

Just like Johnny Silverhand once said in front of him without hesitation that he wanted to weaken Dumbledore's authority, and the most real interests were in front of him.

Old Barty knew that Johnny Silverhand was an ambitious and strategic man.

But so what?

Old Batty once thought about keeping a distance from Johnny Silverhand, but those benefits made him have to be tempted.

As now, Johnny Silverhand was willing to renovate the Ministry of Magic.

As for the Ministry of Magic, you don't need to spend a Knut to get a brand new Ministry of Magic building.

There are no budget concerns and no suggestions on what to do with the Ministry of Magic's refurbishment costs.

In other words, if Old Batty is a money-greedy guy, even if he swallows the money, no one will know.

Old Barty couldn't help but think, could doing this do any good to Johnny Silverhand?

The answer is no.

Not at all.

He couldn't see the benefits that this would bring to Johnny Silverhand. There was no advertising effect, no monetary gain, and even reputation was dispensable.

why?

Johnny Silverhand is a businessman, an ambitious businessman!

"Sir Silverhand," Old Barty stared at the mask, trying to see something through his eyes, "What are you here for?"

"Even if you have a deep family background, this kind of thing means nothing to you."

Old Batty laughed at himself, "Don't tell me that you want to be friends with me. My son is in your hands, and that is enough for you to boss me around."

Don’t underestimate Old Barty, he clearly knows that his relationship with Johnny Silverhand involves interests.

He raised his head sincerely and looked directly into his eyes, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

When John heard Old Batty ask this, he was silent for a while.

"You want to know, Old Barty."

"If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will have suspicion, fear and panic in my heart in the future." People like Old Batty would also say such things.

John laughed dumbly and looked down at the silver ring.

When he looked up again, John slowly put his hand on the mask.

He wants to take off his mask? !

Old Barty's eyes widened. Even he, even the Minister of Magic, couldn't help but feel nervous.

The slender fingers took off the mask bit by bit.

Old Batty forgot to breathe. He stared at that young face.

The skinny cheeks were bloodless, and the brown eyes he had seen so many times combined with this face made Old Barty fall into a trance.

"We have met," he murmured, "Yes, I remember you during the Triwizard Tournament last year."

"John Wick." Saying this name with difficulty, Old Barty felt that everything was unreal.

yes.

Who would have thought that a student at Hogwarts would meet the famous Johnny Silverhand.

The two people turned out to be the same person.

Two people with no connection.

No, there is something in common.

Old Batty's back was wet with cold sweat, and he was shaking as if he had fallen in his sleep.

The daze in his eyes gradually became clear.

They all have great strength.

In that game, the Hogwarts student split open the Black Lake with a sword.

They all have amazing talents.

The Merlin Second Class Medal is the best proof.

They all have the same friends.

Dharma Alex Belby.

It turns out that they have so much in common.

Old Batty's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end, he thought of a terrible question.

Why did Johnny Silverhand, who never showed his true face to others, suddenly take off his mask?

In the magical world, there are many ways to control people.

Perhaps he felt there was no need to hide it.

Because Barty Jr. is in his hands?

No, that’s not right!

That’s not safe enough, and you may not give in.

why?