Ice cream is still paid for by John.

"Shouldn't I change some money?"

Looking at the few pounds in his hand, John felt as if he was patronizing the wizarding world.

Johnny was a silver hand, and he almost couldn't pay just now.

July.

John returns to Privet Road.

He knocked on the door of Dursley's house.

When Femnon Dursley saw John, he dared not speak out.

Dudley was so frightened that he quickly hid, and John, as if he hadn't seen it, handed over the large watermelon he had bought to Fernon.

"Is Harry up there, sorry to bother you."

John's polite appearance couldn't find fault with it, and Aunt Fernon had to say in a muffled voice: "Yes, he is up there." ”

Fernon's small eyes were fixed on John, as if he was wondering when he could get rid of him.

After John's last threat, the Dursleys didn't treat Harry hard.

Although he occasionally said a few words, he didn't dare to lock people up.

John walked upstairs and heard a whisper inside.

Harry was writing his essay on the history of magic when John knocked on the door and entered.

Harry was pleasantly surprised to see John, and he went to look for him, but John was in Tumbledown Alley at the time.

"Harry, do you want ice cream?"

John took out a box of ice cream from his bag, and Harry took it in a daze, confused, "You're here to bring me ice cream?" ”

"Of course...... No. John pouted, was he a superficial person?

With a wave of his hand, the open door was shut.

Harry's eyes widened when he saw this hand, although he knew that there was a gap between himself and John, he didn't expect it to be so big.

He was still learning how to cast spells with a wand, and John was already able to cast spells without a wand.

Coming to Harry, John took out two gloves from his handbag and put them in his hands.

"What are you going to do?" Harry couldn't help but ask as he looked at his stance.

John said, "The last time you said your wound would hurt, I wanted to look into it. ”

Others don't know, but John knows it very well.

Harry, as the seventh Horcrux, had Voldemort's inadvertently split soul in his body.

John saw a lot of books on the soul level in the Slytherin Chamber and the Gryffindor Chamber, and the soul is an extremely complex thing.

During the time of the Big Four, wizards had various fields of study.

It's not a strange thing to study souls, but now, soul-related things have become taboo.

A lot of the study of the soul is considered illegal, and it is rare to have such an interesting material, and John will not let it go.

He was heavily armed and wore anti-curse magic gloves on his hands, reaching out to touch Harry's scar.

This scene was a bit hilarious, and Harry looked helpless.

It seemed to him that John was too zealous, and he only mentioned it casually once, and John remembered it until now.

Eating ice cream, Harry is fiddled with by John over his scar.

After studying it for a while, John confirmed that there was indeed a very powerful spell in it.

It's not so much a curse as a curse.

"Because of love."

John was lost in thought, as the greatest miracle of the century, Harry had a curse of love that even Voldemort could not break.

The spell would protect Harry at all times, and possessed Quirrell would get burned just by touching it.

"John, are you alright?"

Seeing John lost in thought, Harry didn't dare to move, the ice cream in his hand was about to melt.

"If you cut it......"

Hearing John's self-talk, Harry was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly said, "Calm down, John, I'm not a guinea pig. ”

"Okay."

John was a pity, if he could have studied the structure of the Horcruxes, he might have been able to deal with Voldemort.

"If you hurt again, tell me."

Knowing that Harry's pain was coming from Voldemort, John reassured.

Harry nodded quickly, afraid that John would try to cut himself open again.

Upon returning home, John began to work on the casting of new weapons.

For this reason, he also got a lot of equipment, and one by one the silver can be mixed with Mithril to be melted.

A sword cast from sterling silver floats in the basement.

"The currency of the wizarding world is minted by goblins, and it contains goblin forging."

John manipulated the silver water and added various metals to it.

After some time, the blade cooled down and John polished it.

Take out the dragon's blood and inscribe the pattern on it.

"The Sword of Ironwick was eroded by snake venom, and after being refined, it was infused with snake venom."

The Sword of Ironwick had been dismantled by John, and the materials on it had been added to the sword.

This adds a lot of weight to the sword.

Re-engrave the spell on the sword and ignite the flames.

Under the heat, the silver sword showed no signs of melting.

This means that John's sword succeeded.

"It's not as good as the Sword of Gryffindor, but it's also a magic item."

With a swing, John reserved some space on the sword, ready to be used as a place to add enchantments later.

The current sword is an upgraded version of the Sword of Ironwick in every way.

"Let's call you Silver Wick."

Nodding in satisfaction, John tucked his sword into his small bag.

This small bag is worthy of the work of an alchemist, and the traceless stretching spell inside is stable and has a very large space.

...

Night.

John wears a silver mask and a green robe.

With a wave of his wand, his body vanished, and he reappeared in Tumbledown Alley.

With Apparition, John got in and out a lot easier.

Tang Mi was already waiting there, and a rickety old man was beside him.

A crackling sound rang out, and John appeared in front of them.

The old man trembled with excitement and wanted to kneel.

John looked at Tang Mi, who explained, "My lord, this is Old Jack of the werewolf community, who has come here to find your help. ”

Werewolf community?

Isn't Fenrir, who was drained of his arms and soul last time, the leader of the werewolf community?

John said in a deep voice, "Say your request." ”

Old Jack said in a hoarse voice, "Dear Johnny Silverhand, we hope to be protected by you, and without Fenrir, those werewolves have fled in all directions, leaving us with a group of old and sick people. ”

It turned out that after John dealt with Fenrir that day, the werewolves in the werewolf community fled one after another.

They're all human beings with lives in their hands, and if they get caught, they'll only be able to keep Dementors company.

Old Jack and these old and weak are the lowest level of the werewolf community, and after they lose their protection, there are dark wizards who want to kill them.

In desperation, they had no choice but to turn to the perpetrator of everything.

After John listened, he first looked at Tang Mi and asked if it was real.

"My lord, Old Jack's group of werewolves are all thin werewolves, and they don't have the strength to kill wizards."

Hearing this, John nodded and looked at the nervous old Jack, John said lightly: "I accept your request for help, as a condition, I need you to govern the werewolf community well." ”

Werewolves are a powerful force, and there are now many baby werewolves in the werewolf community who have been bitten by Fenrir.

John just needs to guide them well, and they will be a great force in the future.

Old Jack was so excited that he stammered, "Thank you very much, Johnny Silverhand, may Merlin bless you." ”

A few days later, the body of a dark wizard in the werewolf community was thrown out.

The mark belonging to Johnny's Silver Hand rises from the werewolf community, causing the dark wizards to flee like frightened birds.

Not only that, John also sent a monthly ration of wolf poison to the little werewolves in the community to help the little werewolves get rid of the pain of the full moon.

This move once again made Johnny Silver Hand famous.

Even the Daily Prophet gave him an exclusive interview, and that reporter was Rita.

"I hope there won't be strange arguments."

John glanced at Rita, who shuddered with fright and hurriedly nodded her head to promise that she would write well.

A report titled Johnny Silverhand, the Great Good Man, was published in the newspaper, which stated that Johnny Silverhand's wish was for world peace, and that all young wizards would never suffer from hunger again.

I heard that Rita also suggested that the editor-in-chief give Johnny Silverhand a great philanthropy award of the year, but the editor-in-chief refused.

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