With John's assets now, it was very easy to buy a manor or something.

Originally, Shafiq's manor was renamed Silverhand Manor.

Some of the 'big guys' who don't usually see each other enter the manor, and they all have an invitation card in their hands.

Standing in the doorway were the Silverhand Security Corps, some of whom were Auror veterans, and some of whom were Dark Wizards.

Without exception, these people are elites.

The people who came to the appointment were also secretly frightened, this power could be victorious even against any pure-blood family.

It's no wonder that Shafiq was kicked out in the dust, and the people who came here were pure-bloods, Ministry of Magic officials, and wizards from foreign countries.

Potions Master Damo Alex was dressed in a luxurious, blue robe, with a groomed cane, and the Merlin First Class Medal on his chest stood out.

Lucius Malfoy had come with John, in a black velvet gown, and on his left hand he wore a jeweled ring the size of a pigeon's egg.

Anyone who saw this was going to start to take a fresh look at Lucius Malfoy.

But more people's eyes moved with the silver mask, and many people had flattering smiles on their faces, and the meaning of flattery was very obvious.

"I'm glad you all came to my banquet." The silver ring and emerald gemstone in the left hand sparkle in the light.

Johnny Silver spoke, and everyone closed their mouths in tacit agreement.

Barty Crouch was among them, staring at Lucius.

"Among the people who arrived, there were officials, some people who had made mistakes for a while, and scholars in academia, who had an indispensable part of dragging the wizarding world like a cog.

As far as John's eyes could see, under the light, the Ministry of Magic, the Potions Master, the former Death Eater...... They all live in harmony in this manor.

Pure-blood, half-blood, Muggle-seed, werewolf.

They may have been hostile and were able to come here because of the prestige of the King of Tumbledown, but also because of the generosity of Johnny Silverhand.

At the end of a generous speech, John's last words were: "Let us salute the world, and it makes us lift up together."

To our friends, we help each other to accomplish it when we need it most.

The frustrations of the future may die, but as long as they can't kill us, they will eventually make us stronger. ”

Hold your glass high, and the contents of the glass will smell mellow.

After a cup of food, John walked off the high platform in a playful manner.

This banquet, in addition to gathering their own strength, is more to let these people have more interests intersecting.

Magical officials will discuss with scholars, dark wizards will clink glasses with former enemies, and potions masters will negotiate with material dealers.

Every clinking of glasses, every laugh, makes this interest group stronger.

And at the center of them is the man named Johnny Silverhand.

As long as Johnny's Silver Hand exists, these relationships are unbreakable.

And only Johnny's silver hand can gather these people.

The new head of the Auror Office, Pierce Hinkness, came to John with a wine glass.

"Your Excellency, allow me to clink glasses with you."

As someone who has been praised by John for his long-sleeved dancing, Pierce knows very well how he sat in this position of power and respectfully clinked glasses with John.

"The Auror defense funds need to be used to purchase a batch of striker equipment." He's really good at being a man, and the money that Pierce just got from here turned around and sent it back to John.

John was very satisfied with the little brother, nodded, and said meaningfully: "I will give you a discount, and I will only give it to you." ”

Pierce was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, and hurriedly picked up another glass of wine.

He drank too quickly, his face appeared abnormally red, and just as he was about to drink another glass, John pressed his hand and said, "Don't be greedy for good wine, there are a lot of people here, you shouldn't let yourself get drunk." ”

Being reminded, Pierce suddenly realized, thanked him again and again, lowered his posture, took the wine glass and went to find someone else.

Tang Mi walked up to John and whispered, "My lord, old Barty is waiting for you in the room. ”

John put his glass down, declined an invitation from a scholar, and walked into Sean Shafiq's study.

Barty Crouch Sr. was already waiting here, sitting on the sofa, his hair neatly combed in his short gray hair, and his expression revealing some apprehension.

Seeing John come in, he subconsciously stood up and was pressed down by John.

"Barty, my friend." John sat behind his desk, rubbing his left ring in his right hand and asked, "You look terrible, is there anything bothering you?" ”

Barty Crouch Sr. struggled, but when he saw what had happened today, the little unwillingness in his heart came back to him.

He got up and walked to the desk, and with some unknown emotions, said bitterly: "Your Excellency, I made a mistake. ”

"I used to be very close to that position, but because of the dog ......"

He closed his eyes in pain, remembering the day he had come to Voldemort's downfall.

As the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was responsible for trying Death Eaters for their crimes.

It was on that day that he learned that his son was a Death Eater, and he was once extremely proud of him, but that day he completely fell into the abyss.

Even if he just sent his son to Azkaban, it was still criticized, and he missed the position of the Minister of Magic.

It's that one mistake that makes you wrong again and again.

He hung his head and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I made a very wrong decision, my wife, she begged me to save my son, for this, she would rather sacrifice herself, I will ......"

Taking advantage of the visitation, his wife swapped identities with Barty Crouch Jr. using a polypotion.

Soon after, his wife died in Azkaban, and everyone thought that Barty Crouch Jr. was dead, and no one knew that he had escaped from prison.

Old Barty confessed all this, and John listened attentively, and said with a deep gaze: "My friend, I am flattered by your honesty, and in return for your honesty, what do you want me to do for you?" ”

Old Barty didn't confess all this for no reason, there must be a reason, and John could guess the reason.

"I'd like to fight for it again, Your Excellency." Old Barty raised his head, his eyes revealing fighting spirit and unwillingness.

He was once out of the spot, but the case of Peter Pettigrew brought him back into the competition.

This time he didn't want to miss it, he wanted to fight again, and the key person was John, the Johnny Silver Hand in front of him.

For this reason, he will face this person with the utmost sincerity.

John heard his thoughts and smiled.

"I'm glad I'm glad old Barty has been waiting for you."

John got up and walked out, shook Barty Sr.'s hand, and said seriously, "My friend, I will provide you with enough space to use your fists and kicks." ”

Barty Sr. was very moved, he knew that in addition to himself, there were actually people who could compete for this position.

When John said this, he was showdown and supporting himself.

"The Triwizard Tournament is a good twist, old Barty, and I'll help you, because we're friends, no blood but bones."

Approaching Old Barty's ear, John whispered, "I can see that you love your son, but at this critical time, the most important thing is him." ”

Old Barty lost his competitiveness because of his son, so he naturally knew the meaning of this sentence.

If it was known that Barty Sr. had kept his Death Eater son, it would have become the next scandal.

Old Barty had a complicated expression, although he hated that son, he was once also his pride, in Old Barty's opinion, it was because he didn't teach him well that led to this.

John knew he couldn't be ruthless when he saw his expression, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "My friend, come to me when you're in trouble." ”

Old Barty left the office, and John looked at his back.

"If it were me, I'd hide his son."

In the office, a person walked in through the side door of the study.

Golden eyes looked at John with irrepressible fervor.

"Heinrich, you have a good idea, but it's not a foolproof solution."

John chuckled, yes, the man who came in was Heinrich Edgar.

Now that the members of the Stellar Society have been confirmed, he is the first person to have a showdown with John.

As a die-hard loyalist of John, after knowing this identity, Heinrich knew that he was completely recognized.

Edgar followed the strong, just as his uncle followed Voldemort, and this time he chose the strongest one.

Looking at the pale face that didn't fit in with the manor, John smiled: "I'm going on a trip, are you interested in going over together, maybe I can introduce you to a friend." ”

Kim Ledisley would have been very interesting if he had met Heinrich.

Heinrich nodded, he didn't belong to Johnny Silverhand, he only followed John Wick.

The banquet was staggered, and Lucius met several Death Eaters who had been in the same place as himself.

They gather together to discuss the matter of the Dark Mark.

Next to Lucius was a lame wizard with a half-amputated nose who listened respectfully, and Lucius had deliberately introduced the man to the Death Eaters.

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