Chapter 395：

The Aurors have been trying to find something to do, but District 13 has been run into a monolith.

Even if force is used, it cannot be taken by force.

Forced by desperation, the Ministry of Magic had no choice but to choose another method.

John naturally agreed happily.

As a new customer, John never skimps on discounts.

The condition is that Johnny Silverhand equipment be legalized in the American market.

The American Minister of Magic is hesitant about this matter, but that night, a golden galleon will appear in the home of a senior official of the Ministry of Magic.

Those officials who received the money changed their tune. They believed that the legalization of magic equipment can bring more security to the people now that Grindelwald reappears.

After some words, the Minister of Magic came to the house yesterday with an owl made of pure gold.

This proposal was passed, and the Johnny Silverhand branch officially became a legal operator from the Thirteenth District.

It's just that the price of those things will be three times more expensive than buying it from the Ministry of Magic.

When purchasing at the Ministry of Magic, I would buy more, and then sell them on the black market in my own name, making four times the profit.

Lockhart came to Johnny Silverhand's store.

As a person who has been frequently searched in the magical world for many years, Lockhart has a high fan effect.

He is a writer and a senior user of the "Zhi" series.

John asked him to speak for him and promised to open the doors of European countries for him.

He was naturally extremely happy for Lockhart, who loved fame and was extremely narcissistic.

But he was a little hesitant, because his character was a powerful wizard.

If auxiliary props labels were added, wouldn’t it affect his previous image?

"Think about it, Gilderoy." John walked up to Lockhart and put his arm around his shoulders, with a deep whisper and temptation in his voice.

The two stood in front of the window sill, overlooking the busy scene of Knockturn Alley below.

"When the time comes, America will be like here, and your portrait will be hung outside the Ministry of Magic for publicity. Remember the golden statue that stood out last time?"

Speaking of the solid gold statue standing in front of Silverhand Publishing House, Lockhart's eyes became confused.

"When the time comes, you will be standing on the most prosperous fountain in Plymouth Colony," John raised his right hand and gestured in the air, "dedicated to the greatest writer and the most charming smile, Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart's mind was filled with thoughts of him standing on the streets of the wizarding world of America, and he said in a daze, "Yes, that would be great."

"Gilderoy, a powerful wizard also needs partners, just like Dumbledore has his group of Order of the Phoenix," John chuckled. "Your partner is Johnny Silverhand, who will clear all obstacles for you."

"Okay, okay," Lockhart raised his hands and surrendered. He couldn't resist this temptation at all. "I need to admit that you have been irresistible to me from beginning to end."

"I should arrange for the image studio to design a new image for you. In this magical world shrouded in darkness, they need people like you to give them confidence, Gilderoy."

John pulled a propaganda campaign to fight against the Dark Lord, which improved the people's sense of security and made Lockhart feel full of mission.

He was as ready to lead people out of the darkness as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

Lockhart is a person who does not know awe. The only thing he fears is that his smile will not win the award and the number of fans will decrease.

When Lockhart was in school, it was the period when Voldemort was at his most famous. He dared to imitate Voldemort and shoot his own head into the sky like the Dark Mark.

Such a person is as fearless as a Gryffindor.

But he is also smart, that is, he never doubts John's decision.

King stared dumbfounded as Lockhart rehearsed his speech over and over again, his robe lifted up and thrown out, leaving Johnny Silverhand just like that.

"That's the Dark Lord. Is he convinced by you like this?"

"Whenever you are alive, there must be someone who will impress you regardless of your fame or fortune."

John shrugged. Except for Lockhart, no one would endorse the tools to fight the Dark Lord while the two Dark Lords were outside.

Famous and distinguished.

The merits of protecting the people, the reputation left in the world, the title of supreme power, the wealth and salary.

Everybody desires one.

It can increase the sales of one's own works and also make contributions to the people.

Lockhart naturally wanted it.

…

Lockhart was very fast. On the night before he left, he convened his image management studio overnight to redesign a set of clothes for himself.

His previous one was more ornate, and his new one added a red cloak and an old wand, making him look like a knight fighting for resistance.

The new image also adds the element of ‘Zhi’.

He added a series of Johnny Silverhand props to the work.

A wood-carved dog that doesn’t shed hair, a wizard’s chess piece that can protect your home.

As a decoration, it actually has a wooden shield to drive away unwanted visitors.

New products appeared one after another and were quickly sold through serial works.

A week passed, and John saw that Johnny Silverhand's Alchemy Workshop was rushing to make it.

Lockhart also gave exciting speeches on various occasions, making this trend spread abroad.

The headline of the Daily Prophet is Lockhart.

"Writing a book for the rise of the wizard, Gilderoy Lockhart's new book chapter reaches new heights"

God knows the complicated look in Harry's eyes when he saw Mrs. Weasley solemnly buying back a wooden carved husky.

This dog looks exactly like the one that bit Dumbledore at the Dursleys' house.

Even Mr. Weasley couldn't help complaining because this wooden dog cost him half a month's salary.

Ron's mouth opened wide and he said in disbelief: "Why is this so expensive?"

"This is a rare model signed by Lockhart." Mrs. Weasley is a complete Lockhart fangirl.

Harry saw Lockhart's signature on the dog's neck. He recognized it since he was dragged by Lockhart to reply to fans in their second year.

Mrs. Weasley held Lockhart's new book and said with longing, "If you buy the rare book, you can get a Gilderoy Lockhart handshake coupon."

"His hands are not gold-plated." Ron complained accurately.

Bill shook his head and said, "He is really inlaid with gold."

"?" Ron and Harry looked confused.

Bill continued: "Fleur said that Lockhart customized a gold glove, which is pure gold."

Well, being poor made it impossible for Ron to imagine whether the golden gloves would be heavy on his hands.

Ginny's face suddenly fell at the dinner table when she mentioned Fleur.

Ginny whispered: "That phlegm."

"Ginny," Bill said seriously, "don't talk like that."

"Okay." Ginny responded perfunctorily.

But Harry still muttered secretly when he saw Ginny.

He knew that Ginny hated Fleur because Fleur was such a big sister and always liked to treat Ginny as a little girl.

What's more, Ginny and Fleur had friction because of the Ministry of Magic.

Although Ginny is excellent, Fleur is even more powerful.

This made Ginny very unwilling to admit defeat.

Although the result of that incident was that neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Society of Stars was harmed, Bill found a girlfriend from the Society of Stars, which still made the Weasley family a little uncomfortable.

Dumbledore did not object to their relationship, and even smiled when he saw Fleur.

It's a pity that Fleur lost her smile when she saw Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley felt that Fleur would destroy the unity of the family.

Mr. Weasley said nothing, he saw more clearly.

Dumbledore's approval of Bill's relationship with Fleur may have the intention of easing the relationship between the Stars Society.

As a person with good alchemy skills, Mr. Weasley knows what it means to be able to rejuvenate people.

If you release it, that thing can cause a new round of war in the magical world.

Speaking at large, even the Muggle community would go crazy if they knew this thing.

Rejuvenation and immortality.

Who doesn’t want that Holy Grail?

So Mr. Weasley turned a blind eye and did not express his attitude on this matter.

After talking for a while, Harry looked up.

"Hermione never came down again after receiving John's reply." Harry was worried.

Ron didn't know what was written in the letter. Ginny and Hermione were in the same room.

Ginny whispered: "She doesn't talk or read in her room. She likes to bury her head in the quilt."

"What did you write in the reply?" Ron also lowered his voice unconsciously.

Ginny didn't know either, Hermione had never shown that letter to anyone else.

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Chapter 419 Silverhand’s Banquet

After dinner, Harry and Ron decided they couldn't let Hermione continue.

That’s Miss Know-It-All, how can she remain decadent?

The two of them tiptoed outside Hermione's room.

He was pushing me back and forth at the door, not daring to go in first.

Ginny couldn't stand it anymore, so she went up and pushed hard, pushing both of them in.

She used so much force that Ron staggered and hit the corner of the bed.

A thud made Hermione, who was in a daze, come back to her senses.

Ron quickly got up, and Harry stood there, poking Ron with his elbow like a stupid son.

"Ahem, Hermione, are you okay? John forgives you?" Harry knew the art of language.

After hearing this, Hermione's eyes turned red and she turned her head.

"Brother, you mentioned John again." Ron couldn't stand it anymore.

Harry was extremely embarrassed because Hermione's relationship with John was broken because of him.

Especially knowing that John was just extracting the soul fragment that gave Harry a headache, Hermione felt even more sorry for John.

Seeing that Harry was useless, Ron had no choice but to do it himself.

He took the apple pie from Ginny, tentatively walked over, and said cautiously: "Mom made apple pie, I brought you some."

"Thanks, Ron." Hermione wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and took the apple pie.

Harry took the opportunity to come over. He and Ron looked at each other and secretly looked at the pocket watch and parchment on the table.

"I respect your choice. No one will know the weight of the heart and feathers before the scale tilts."

There was only one line on it, and Ron couldn't understand why Hermione had been sad for a week.

Not only him, but Harry was also confused by this statement.

The delicate silver lily pocket watch ticks the second hand.

In the quiet atmosphere, Hermione used her fork to poke the apple pie into a puddle.