Ludwig left, and Donmi came in behind.

"Goyle and Crabbe's men want to see you."

"They're for the stupid son."

John unhurriedly opened the list, his gaze swept over the names on the list, and finally settled on Rozier's column.

Tang Mi shrugged his shoulders and said, "In the last battle of the Ministry of Magic, two people were captured in Azkaban. ”

"In exchange, they were willing to hand over a portion of their property in Diagon Alley."

Pure-bloods are becoming scarcer, and this is the general trend.

Their marriage to each other can ensure the purity of the bloodline, but it will not allow them to reverse their decline.

These ancient families controlled many magical industries and monopolized various industries to maintain their position.

But they choose their offspring in comparison with their offspring.

John met with the heads of the two pure-blood families.

After some discussion, John was offered a stake in a crucible shop and a literati residence.

As a condition, John agreed to fight for him from the Ministry of Magic to get the two Death Eaters from life sentences to life sentences.

The two heads of the family were naturally grateful, and John motioned for the two to come closer.

As they approached, John put his hand on their shoulders and asked the tall man to bend down.

"My help is for my friends, not every time there is such an opportunity, your people, I don't want their stupid brains to continue thinking about another person, even in the wizarding world, there are ways to kill people."

The two of them were wet with cold sweat, and nodded again and again to show that they must let them recognize the reality.

No matter how bad it is, it is okay for them to imprison people at home and concentrate on raising the third generation.

John patted the two on the shoulder and let the frightened two leave.

Then came a few more people, all of whom were Death Eaters whose families had been captured in Azkaban.

John picked a few, and those were all 'speculators' who felt that Voldemort would rule the world, and that they were more of a risky investment for Voldemort.

Now that Voldemort has fallen, those who regret it the most are those people.

John took what was sent, while some of Voldemort's diehards, who hit the southern wall and didn't look back, stayed in Azkaban.

"Minister Crouch is here." Tang Mi walked in and whispered, "He brought something." ”

John raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while he saw Old Barty with a plain box.

"Old Barty, do you need me to get little Barty up?" John could tell he wanted to see little Barty.

"No, no," Barty Sr. didn't know how to face Barty Jr., putting things down and frowning, "Amelia has attacked your industry in the council for affecting the functioning of society. ”

John folded his hands helplessly, "My friend, you don't think so, do you?" ”

"If I didn't know who you really are under the mask." Barty Sr. said.

A man who had created a huge fortune at the age of fifteen, Barty Sr. felt that by the time John came to power, he might have retired.

"It is not convenient for me to attend such a banquet now," Barty Sr. explained in passing the reason why he did not show up, "as a minister, you should not be too close to some people. ”

"That's true," John snapped his fingers, a gold-rimmed crystal cup appeared on the table, he got up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out the golden stars, he shook the wine bottle and smiled, "Private collection." ”

After opening it, there was a refreshing mellow fragrance that Old Barty couldn't help but praise, "This kind of thing can only be encountered here." ”

The liquor poured into the glass, and Old Barty took a sip, and the taste of magic entering his body made him feel amazing.

"I can give you a bottle," John said casually as he sat down, "and I don't have much in stock." ”

Barty Sr. refused, he didn't want others to think he was living too extravagantly.

The wine was drunk, and the words were chattered.

John brings up the subject with the sentence of several Death Eaters.

Old Barty frowned and looked displeased, "I don't remember you paying attention to these things. ”

As a smart man, John naturally knew that to meddle in the power of the Minister of Magic was undoubtedly to push people to the opposite side of himself.

So he confessed: "Of course not, the heads of several families found me. ”

"They think Johnny has great powers?" Old Barty laughed inexplicably.

"Have you ever heard of Muggle amusement parks?" John didn't delve into the meaning of the laughter, but moved on to something else.

"Amusement park?" As a man who was fluent in more than 200 languages, Barty Sr. also had a study of Muggles, so he naturally knew those things.

"I wanted to build an amusement park, or more appropriately, an entertainment city." John snapped his fingers, and dozens of parchments on the bookshelf flew in front of Old Barty.

Old Barty picked it up and looked at it, his brow furrowed at times, and then loosened.

As time passed, his expression gradually shifted to contemplation, with some joy.

John saw that the time had come, and continued, "This plan will promote the increase in taxes on the magic trade, as well as the economic benefits of local tourism. ”

"And I'm not going to do it myself," John said with a smile, "and the Silverhand Fashion Building is working with the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic only needs to provide a piece of land, and as for the funds, ......"

John pushed a list over the table and smiled, "They've come out for the Ministry of Magic." ”

Old Barty's face changed several times.

In fact, the magical society is very backward, for example, they still maintain a system of atonement.

By donating money, you can be exempted from a certain level of guilt.

For example, when Voldemort first fell, Lucius used the pretext of money and the Imperius Curse to escape the fate of entering Azkaban.

It's just that old Barty was resolute after he took the throne, and no one mentioned the ransom.

Now John uses the magic casino as a temptation to shake old Barty.

"If you set a precedent, it will be difficult to clean up later." Old Barty almost had a cigarette to think about it.

"Actually, this matter is not without a turnaround," John saw him so entangled, and offered advice as a close friend, "what if they have merit?" ”

"You mean?"

"Old Goyle and Old Crabbe, they have a good son, paralyzing Voldemort's sight for me at Hogwarts, and at the same time relay news of Voldemort."

John crossed and said meaningfully, "This will atone for their sins." ”

"They need to be in Azkaban for two years." Old Barty looked up at John, "It's for your face." ”

"That's my pleasure." John smiled and raised his glass.

The sentence was commuted from life imprisonment to two years, which is really a big face.

Old Barty left with the entertainment city project, and the gift box left behind was held by John.

"A father who wants to be strong all his life." John looked at the new clothes that had obviously been given to Barty Jr., and went to the garden to hand them over.

Little Barty looked at it coldly, and he didn't know whether he liked it or not.

The Crouch family's father-son relationship was not repaired so quickly.

Despite being whitewashed, Barty Jr. still chooses to work in the garden.

Perhaps he hated his father from the bottom of his heart who only had the position of minister.

When Barty Sr. steps down, it will be possible to let Barty Jr. feel relieved

...

Grimmauld Place, Blake's old home.

Sirius roared, "Go back, Kreacher. ”

Kreacher touched the stairs with his nose and rolled little by little to the small place under his kitchen stove.

This scene made Hermione very unbearable, Harry didn't feel anything, it was a guy who hurt himself.

"Sirius," Harry rushed to hug his godfather when he saw him again, "are you alright?" ”

"It's just that my left rib hurts," Sirius hugged his godson and smiled, "I haven't seen you for a month, you've grown taller." ”

He greeted Hermione and Ron.

"Dumbledore is inside, and we've received news that Voldemort is out of the country."

Sirius, unlike Mrs. Weasley, always felt that Harry was capable of some adventure.

If Mrs. Weasley hears it, she will probably be angry again.

Harry glanced behind the door, where Dumbledore was sitting and Lupin was there.

"It's time for me to go to a meeting." Sirius walked in and closed the door.

Ron wondered, "I seem to see Montungus." ”

"What's so strange about that, he's from the Order of the Phoenix." Harry disagreed.

"The last time he was caught stealing, I thought he was going to be fired," Ron said. ”

"He's got a lot of debt," Ron said dismissively, "and he used to show off his gold teeth, but they were all pulled out and sold." ”

"Harry, Ron, let's go see Kreacher." Hermione didn't care how much Montungus owed.

She felt she needed to take care of her house-elf friends.

Knowing that Hermione was sympathetic to the house-elves, Harry and the others had no choice but to go.

Walking into the kitchen, they didn't find Kreacher.

It took two calls before he saw Kreacher from under the stove.

Such a terrible environment made Hermione very sympathetic.

Harry didn't want to pay attention to Kreacher, because the elf was always very ugly.

He glanced casually, and in the small shop under the stove, he saw a box that looked familiar.

...

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