Harry had been writing for hours before he was released, but Umbridge seemed to have to carve the words on his body.

When he returned, he met Ron, who was making up dreams for a divination lesson.

Ron asked about confinement, and Harry only copied sentences.

"It's pretty easy, compared to wiping trophies or something."

As someone who had been locked up a few times, Ron felt relaxed.

But easy or not, only Harry himself knows.

The second confinement was still like that, copying sentences.

Harry felt that he was fighting Umbridge silently, and that he would win.

...

Plymouth Colony.

Silver Hand Johnny America Branch.

Johnson's rock-like body was still in the way, and the ill-intentioned people seemed to be gone.

At night, he looked around with a pair of bronze bell-sized eyes.

Knocked his fist on the pillar next to him, and the neon sign lit up above.

The angry salesman tidied up his bow tie and waited for the customer to arrive.

There weren't that many people in the store at night, but they were all mysteriously dressed guys.

A short wizard arrived, and Johnson frowned because the guy was like a wizard with no adult.

"Pass." Johnson didn't let the wizard go straight over, but asked for something.

Johnny the Silver Hand at night was only open to those with passes, and the dwarf wizard was shrouded in a cloak, reaching out to rummage for something.

Just when Johnson was a little impatient, the guy let out a surprise cry.

"Found it."

Johnson reached out and asked for it, but he touched something thin and hard.

He looked down at an ugly face.

It was a dwarf, pretending to be a child, and said sharply, "Pass." ”

The wand glowed red at Johnson's arm, blasting him flying.

"Stupid stupid big guy, only size but no intelligence." The guy let out an ugly laugh.

Several explosions came from behind him, and a man wearing a mask and cloak appeared.

Death Eaters.

They headed for Johnny Silverhand's store.

The angry salesman noticed that the comer was not good, and immediately touched the wand.

Before he could make a move, he walked in and pointed the Death Eater's wand at him.

"All Petrochemicals"

The angry salesman put his feet together, and the whole person fell backwards extremely stiffly.

The other salesmen reacted and took action, but the Death Eaters came prepared and acted ruthlessly.

The people who bought the things were affected and all were thrown down.

The lead Death Eater took off his mask, revealing a pale face, and said coldly, "Take everything with you, everything." ”

The five Death Eaters who had come with him crossed the counter and snatched the contents from them.

His gaze shifted to the doorway, which had been guarded by bodyguards, and the evil spirit walked towards with a smile.

The two wizards at the doorway had fallen and lost their breath.

He pushed open the door and entered, and inside was a beautiful woman with an Asian face in a wheelchair reading a book.

Seeing someone come in, the woman's expression was calm.

"Who are you?"

"There's a beautiful guy here."

The Death Eater walked up to the woman with greed in his eyes.

"You can call me Antonin Dolokhov, loyal servant of the Dark Lord."

His fingers roamed ambiguously over the back of the woman's hand, and seeing the woman's face turn pale from the name of the Dark Lord, he leaned over and whispered ambiguously, "Tell me, what's your name, beautiful man." ”

"Don't think about someone saving you, everyone here has been dealt with."

As if enjoying the shivering sensation, Antonin let out a low laugh.

"Nagini." Nagini spoke, but not with the fear that Antonin had thought.

She looked at the face and smiled suddenly, "You can call me too...... Lady Snake. ”

Outside.

The Death Eaters, who were spreeking for the goods at Johnny the Silver Hand, didn't notice anything wrong.

Johnson, who should have fainted, opened his eyes, rubbed the thick neck he had hit, and patted the dust on his body.

"What a dirty bunch of crumbs."

He took a sip, stood up and tugged hard at the twine, and a thick wooden stick fell.

He grabbed the stick and rubbed his neck, walked into the shop, and slammed it at one of the Death Eaters who had his back to him.

Blood and brains splattered, and Death Eaters smashed into the counter.

The Death Eaters stopped, and they looked up, Johnson with a stick in his hand, and greeted with a militant expression on his face, "Hey, the crumbs. ”

After a short second, green and red light staggered.

After a few minutes, the door to Nagini's room was opened.

Johnson walked in anxiously, half of his stick in his hand and the wand of the dwarf Death Eater in his other.

Nagini sat there, flipping through a book with a wand with a blue gem, and next to his wheelchair, Antonin had fainted.

"Whew-" Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, "I said I should get you some bodyguards." ”

"Johnson," Nagini smiled, "we need a little bit of truth elixir." ”

Johnson shrugged and said, "That's illegal, okay, I'll get you a little bit, but I can't leave you here." ”

He grabbed the fallen Antonin, knocked on the bookshelf, revealed the door behind him, and threw the man inside.

Pushing Nagini's wheelchair, there was blood all over the place.

The dwarf wizard was hung on the wall, and his head was deflated.

The angry salesman didn't know when he jumped up and made a big gesture towards Nagini.

"Ms. Snake, it's okay, I've solved it."

Johnson glanced at him and sneered, "I only saw you lying there." ”

"I call it strategy." The angry salesman said unconvinced.

"Paul," Nagini began, "I hope you will be able to deal with the rest of the matter." ”

"Well, although I'd rather be by your side." Paul shrugged his shoulders and said, "Big Dwayne Johnson, you'd better protect Lady Snake." ”

"Shut up and be careful that I shove your head in the ass." Johnson yelled.

The two of them are used to each other.

Nagini said into a blank frame, "Tell Donmi Shelby that something is going on here." ”

A voice came from the blank frame, "Wait a minute. ”

...

John knew that the attack on Johnny Silver's branch was in the middle of the night.

His face was gloomy, and there were things he hadn't expected.

I didn't expect the Death Eaters to attack first, and it was Nagini abroad.

Their purpose is clear, to snatch Johnny's equipment from the silverhand.

"Voldemort, I underestimated you." John's eyes twinkled.

Fortunately, the defense of the Silverhand Johnny branch is not low, otherwise I am afraid that the Death Eaters will really succeed.

He was patronizing his homeland, and the Death Eaters chose to start with foreign countries.

Now it seems that Voldemort was not a fool and knew to look for weak points to attack.

Holding the silver directory, John said coldly, "Let the steward of District 12 thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of the Death Eaters and find out all the hidden Death Eaters." ”

The stewards of the 12th district did not dare not disobey his words.

Before the American Aurors could react, the Death Eaters hiding in the Plymouth colony were unearthed.

These people are not good stubble, and John gives the death order to give the Death Eater to Johnny Silverhand.

A day later, a security team showed up at the branch.

And began to recruit troops locally, and the generous treatment made the local wizards excited.

If someone else did this, District 12 would have been unable to sit still.

But the group of silver-handed Johnny, the security team is even more ruthless.

The Death Eaters all died mysteriously during the night.

The degree of ruthlessness made the stewards of the 12th district tremble.

The Aurors were helpless, and there was no proof of death.

The Snake Lady became an untouchable person in the American wizarding world.

...

Friday.

The Quidditch team selects players, and Wood's graduation deprives them of a good goalkeeper.

John finds a fur hat that has been thrown away.

He picked it up and looked at it, what seemed to be Hermione's handiwork.

There was also a note underneath, and John was a little speechless.

"Isn't that the equivalent of setting a trap for house-elves?"

House-elves are set free when they receive clothing from their owners.

At Hogwarts, students can be considered house-elf owners.

"She's still insisting on that association." John put his hat back down and looked up.

Neville took the strip of cloth and tapped it everywhere.

...

Some people died, but not completely......