Chapter 323：

Could it be...the Imperius Curse?

The coolness of getting the truth turned into ice coldness.

Old Barty's hand moved little by little to the pocket containing the wand.

That’s the second king, Johnny Silverhand.

Do you really have a chance of winning?

When the wand was touched, the heart of a battle-hardened man like Old Barty could not stop beating at this moment.

Take action or wait?

The dilemma made Old Batty tangled.

His temples were wet with sweat, and his palms were also a little wet.

"No one would have thought it was you." He said with difficulty, Old Barty stared at that face.

John put down his mask, and every move he made seemed to be on Old Barty's nerves.

Glancing at Old Batty's tense body, John slowly stood up.

Old Batty was so focused at this moment that his eyes were bloodshot.

But just when Old Barty thought John would take action, John said in a calm voice, "This is my sincerity, Old Barty, I'm going to die."

For a moment, Old Batty felt that he had heard wrongly.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at that young and bloodless face.

"What did you say?"

"I'm going to die, Old Barty." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It shouldn't be difficult to tell."

After that, he unbuttoned his collar, and half of his neck was covered with black blood vessels.

I can’t tell whether I’m happy or disappointed.

When he learned the news, old Batty was worried about the outcome.

An indigestible shock appeared on the rigid face.

"Are you going to die?" Old Batty rubbed his eyes hard until his eye sockets were as red as a panda.

"Yes," John grinned, "That's why I took off the mask."

When Old Batty thought about it, he felt that this was the only way.

He thought about so many consequences, but he never thought about this.

Released the wand, Old Barty said with a sigh in his voice: "You, you are still so young."

"Young people make people fearful, right?" John leaned back in his chair and seemed not to be afraid of death.

"So what do you want to do for the Ministry of Magic in the end?" Old Barty was a little moved. He didn't expect that the other party had such a big heart and asked: "How long will it take? If you are willing, I can erect a statue for you in the Ministry of Magic." ”

"I think you misunderstood." John buttoned up the buttons again and looked at Old Barty being moved by himself. He shook his head and said, "I didn't have a sudden kindness."

"What do you want?" Facing a dying person, Old Batty showed enough patience.

John said solemnly: "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"To Tom Riddle...Voldemort."

Old Batty clenched his fists, and his nails were embedded in his palms, but he didn't even notice.

He stared at John, who was very calm.

"So I want you to lend me the Ministry of Magic for a period of time, and the reward is to renovate it for free."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Old Barty frowned, "You want to take revenge on the Dark Lord, and you want to borrow the Ministry of Magic?"

He even had a feeling that maybe the other party was terminally ill and couldn't tell the difference.

Borrowing the Ministry of Magic?

Can that be borrowed?

In other words, since the birth of the entire history of magic, there has been no such precedent.

"Voldemort wants to get something from the Ministry of Magic, and he will get there."

John turned and continued, with a believable light in his eyes, "This is a deal and an opportunity for you, Minister Crouch."

He didn't call old Batty, but said the official title.

Old Batty looked tangled, his eyes flashing with thought.

Old Batty asked: "If you want to convince me, you need to give enough chips."

His current achievements are enough to make him a beloved minister. If the Ministry of Magic falls, everything will be destroyed.

He looked at that young face and couldn't help but imagine that if this person could live to be twenty years old, the entire magical world would be impressed by him.

Unfortunately, old Barty was also the one who got the 'O' in Potions at Hogwarts. He could see that John would never survive that time.

He even laughed at himself, even facing a dead man, he was still thinking about his interests.

Maybe I am a ruthless person.

It's like treating little Barty, he is not worthy of being a father at all.

After hearing this, John said confidently, "You know that the Star Disciples are my people, and the security team is equipped with the 'Zhi' series."

"These are very powerful, but that is the Dark Lord." Old Barty stared at John and said, "This is not enough."

John chuckled and said: "What if we add the savior and Dumbledore?"

Old Barty fell into deep thought, a person who had defeated Voldemort and the person Voldemort feared the most.

John continued, "The Order of the Phoenix, that is an organization that is as good as the Death Eaters, you know it."

Old Batty's expression changed, and finally he let out a heavy breath.

"I choose to believe you, Johnny Silverhand, no, it's John Wick."

John stood up and shook hands with Old Barty.

"You won't regret it, Secretary Crouch."

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Chapter 352 Examination and Beginning

John went back on the day of the O.W.L. exam. Basically no one asked where he had been during this time.

In the eyes of the students, if John Wick stayed in one place and was not so mysterious, then he would not be John Wick.

Someone from the Ministry of Magic came to invigilate the exam, and the old woman who had supervised Dumbledore's exam, Gsilda Marchbain, was also among them.

The exam will last for two weeks, with theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon.

Some special subjects, such as astronomy, will be conducted at night.

The tense atmosphere spread in Hogwarts Castle, and some students were still cramming and memorizing books.

"You look very bad, John," Daphne put the milk in front of John.

John picked it up, took a sip, and chuckled: "You know, Daphne."

He said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Mark my words, Daphne."

The worry in Daphne's eyes did not dissipate. Malfoy was talking to himself there, covering his ears with his hands to avoid being affected by the outside world.

He needs to memorize as much of the long history of magic as possible before the theory class comes.

The theory test in the morning was held in the auditorium.

The long table originally placed in the auditorium disappeared and was replaced by individual tables and chairs.

The proctor sits at the faculty desk, where he can clearly see if anyone is cheating.

Both the fifth grade and the seventh grade have to take the exam, and the fifth grade goes in first.

John sat there, with Goyle in front of him and Malfoy on the far right.

"Gower, just play normally." He said to the uneasy Gower.

Only then did Gore realize that John was behind him.

"But, my brain is not working very well," Goyle said restlessly, "They all say I look like a dwarf monster."

John patted his back and comforted him, "Don't care about other people's opinions. What you have to believe is the knowledge you have learned in your mind. If you encounter a question you don't know, skip it first. Maybe you will know it after a while." ”

After hearing this, Gore gradually calmed down.

As Professor McGonagall turned over the hourglass on the table, the exam began.

John glanced at the exam paper, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

The first question is about the levitating spell and the action of waving the wand.

From getting the test paper to starting to write, John almost didn't pause.

Like a printing press, the answers are written in neat fonts.

Gore in front of him seemed to be in trouble, but then he was pleasantly surprised.

It seems that he listened to John's words and skipped the questions he didn't know first.

The exam lasted two hours, and John only took half an hour to finish it.

He put down the pen and looked blank.

A familiar panel appeared in front of you.

He moved his gaze to the magic line.

Originally, according to the training process, it would take at least more than a year for him to reach level 6 magic power.

The Oak Mage doubles the speed at which he absorbs magic power. It will probably take some time before he reaches level 6.

Professor McGonagall was patrolling the examination room, and among the crowd of people writing furiously and scratching their heads, John's leisurely and contented attitude stood out.

She couldn't hold back a little and walked towards John.

Walking to John and stopping next to him, Professor McGonagall moved her gaze to the parchment and couldn't help showing surprise.

Turning to look at John, her gaze also changed. From the corner of her eye, she saw Hermione still writing, and shook her head unbearably.

The entire Hogwarts knew that Miss Know-It-All Hermione Granger's greatest wish was to surpass John.

But at this moment, Professor McGonagall felt a little desperate for her favorite student.

Facing such a monster, just looking up requires great courage.

Hermione, who was still writing the test paper, suddenly felt a little itchy in her nose. She resisted the urge to rub her nose, feeling as if someone was talking about her.

Looking at the densely packed answers on her test paper, Hermione regained confidence.

Two hours passed quickly.

Malfoy seemed to be floating when he walked out of the Great Hall, still mumbling about when he learned the hiccup curse.

Daphne rubbed her sore wrist and said, "I seem to have missed a letter about the Happy Spell."

After lunch, there is a practical exam in the afternoon.

They were called away in alphabetical order and entered the small room next to the auditorium.

John was almost called over last.

He saw Malfoy coming out confidently. For Malfoy, practice is much simpler than those long and recited theories.

When he entered the house, Gsilda Marchbain happened to be free.

So he walked to the old woman's table.

March class looked at the student who was amazed by her and said with emotion: "The last time we met was at the Ministry of Magic. Hello, John Wick."

"Professor Marchban." John responded with a smile.

There were several kinds of cups, flowers and mice on the old woman's table. She said in an old voice: "Take this egg cup and let it turn sideways a few times to show me."