One ear flew to the ground, and Fenrir covered it.
And the culprit of everything was the dagger that emitted a cold light in John's right hand.
"I want you to die!"
Fenrir was furious and rushed towards John.
John dodged sideways, and the dagger in his hand had already left seven bloody holes in Fenrir's body.
Fenrir knelt on the floor, and John lightly wiped the dirty blood from the dagger.
He coldly ordered Fenrir: "Pick up your ears! Your dirty blood will stain my floor."
"Ouch——!"
Fenrir raised his body and let out a wolf howl, and the four men who followed him howled in response.
They rushed towards John, Lupine raised his wand and was about to take action, but Tang Mi stopped him.
Lu Ping saw the confidence on Tang Mi's face, and he didn't understand that he was a werewolf.
John glanced at the werewolf and said calmly: "I told you, don't dirty my floor."
He gracefully took out his wand as if pulling out a baton, and used the transformation technique to turn the bench at the door into two big dogs biting two werewolves.
The Levitation Spell made a werewolf turn weightlessly towards the ceiling, and the Banishing Spell bounced a werewolf away.
Fenrir's teeth were about to touch John, and his body was ignited by the burning fireball.
A werewolf struggled to his feet, John pointing his wand at him.
“Crucio”
A bone-chilling pain made the werewolf twitch all over.
The Unforgivable Curse.
Lu Ping's heart tightened. The wizards around him seemed not to be surprised.
What kind of dark wizard is not in Knockturn Alley?
Besides, whoever stipulates that anyone who uses the Unforgivable Curse will be caught.
John twisted his wand, the yew wand he had made, causing the werewolf to roll on the ground.
Fenrir was burned by the flames until all his hair fell out. Even so, Fenrir did not die, which shows how powerful his vitality is.
He suppressed five werewolves by himself, one of whom was Fenrir.
Johnny Silverhand's strength has been refreshed again.
With a flick of his wand, the floors on both sides turned into chains to bind Fenrir. John walked to Lupine and said calmly: "He bit you once, and now I leave him to you."
Lupine was in a dilemma, he did hate Fenrir, but John meant for Fenrir to die.
As for Lupine, he wanted to get Fenrir into Azkaban.
This way it won't affect your trip to Hogwarts.
His hesitant look couldn't escape John's eyes.
John sighed: "Lupin, you are too decent."
He turned to look at Fenrir, raised his wand, and said softly: "The soul is back."
A curse I've never heard of.
Lupine is going to Hogwarts to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His strength and knowledge are far beyond ordinary people.
But Lupine could swear that this curse was the most terrifying one he had ever seen.
I saw Fenrir screaming. He kept struggling to break free, but was chained to the floor.
As he screamed, white smoke floated from his body, and a transparent silver Fenrir like him floated out of his body.
Fenrir's body immediately stopped moving after his soul floated out.
Fenrir's soul was also confused. Just when he was at a loss, his soul floated in front of John.
The wand in John's hand was like a knife, slicing across Fenrir's arm.
A pain that hit his soul made Fenrir yell like crazy.
When the wizards present heard the screams, their hair stood on end, as if they had fallen into an ice cave in winter.
The screams continued for a while, and Fenrir's two arms were cut off.
His soul was empty, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
John waved his hand gently, and Fenrir's soul returned to his body, but the two soul arms could never return.
"Your Excellency Silverhand, you..."
It was three long minutes. Lupine's lips were dry and he didn't know what to say.
Even Tang Mi, who had experienced many battles, had never thought that a wizard who was still in school could possess such a terrifying and powerful spell.
"As a price for two arms, I don't think they will dare to come here again."
John snapped his fingers, and Fenrir's two arms turned into white smoke and disappeared.
The werewolves who followed Fenrir were frightened, and they squatted on the ground humbly, like puppies.
John came to a werewolf and said in a low voice: "Who asked you to come."
"I……"
"I need a name, unless you want one like Fenrir."
Before the werewolf could speak, John pressed his wand gently against his forehead.
This made the werewolf sweat profusely, and he said in panic: "It's Sean, Sean Shafiq, he asked us to come here."
"Shafiq? It seems purebloods are eyeing this place."
John put away his wand, which made the werewolf think he had escaped death.
But John would not let them go easily. He said to Tang Mi: "Lock them up. I believe someone will be interested in them."
Tang Mi nodded respectfully, and immediately these werewolves were put into a secret cell.
At midnight, the Auror knocked on Johnny Silverhand's door.
Leading the charge was Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office.
He was like an old lion, watching his men send notorious werewolves to Azkaban one after another.
"First meeting, Mr. Johnny Silverhand."
Scrimgeour shook hands with John. John wore a mask and chuckled: "Rufus Scrimgeour, I hope you are satisfied with my gift."
Scrimgeour couldn't hide the smile on his face, and he pointedly said: "This is not the first time you have helped me."
"I won't forget it, and neither will you."
John smiled lightly and said: "Rufus, maybe you can tell me where Sean Shafiq is?"
"Sean Shafik? It seems that he will be in trouble." Scrimgeour frowned and said: "Lord Silverhand, I hope you won't make things difficult for me."
"Of course, the Twenty-Eight Saints are rare people."
John's tone didn't sound like he was talking about the Holy Family, but more like he was talking about the old Dutton Clinic on the side of the road.
Scrimgeour's eyes flashed and he said, "Then I am willing to provide you with the address of the Shafiq family's manor."
The two used a pure-blood family as a bargaining chip, and they finally got to know each other.
What happened to Hagrid last time made Scrimgeour realize how powerful Johnny Silverhand's connections were. Although he was not from the Twenty-Eight Saints, the pure-blood Belby was no less generous.
What a powerful connection it must be to have someone with the First Class Order of Merlin protect a hybrid giant for him.
Scrimgeour not only wanted to be where he was now, he wanted to go up there.
Then Lord Johnny Silverhand is his opportunity.
...
Shafiq Manor.
Shafiq disdains the company of Muggles, and their estate is located in the suburbs.
Sean Shafik, who manages Shafiq's property, frowned. He was very annoyed when he looked at the treasury that was missing many galleons.
With light eyebrows and slender cheeks, and a beard hanging down on the wizard's robe, the Shafiq ruler does not look strong.
He is better at using his head, and the Bojin Bock antique store in Knockturn Alley is a business that makes him money.
He invested a lot of money, but it was all wasted because of the emergence of Johnny Silverhand store.
This made Sean very angry. He didn't feel sorry for Bojinbok, but only felt sorry for his Galleons.
I originally wanted to buy back the store to replenish my blood, but I never thought that this guy Mundungus would secretly take the first step.
A shady thief turned around and bought the shop for several thousand galleons. The price made Sean's heart bleed.
What's more, that damn Mundungus also handed over all the black magic props belonging to the Shafiq family, which made Sean want to kill the short fat man.
"The werewolf had better tear Mundungus's throat out. That damn Johnny, even if he kneels down and licks the soles of his shoes, I won't let him go."
Sean Shafiq's face became distorted, and the house elf did not dare to approach him at all, so he secretly walked out to clean.
"Click."
There was a shattering sound in the room, and Sean became furious. He cursed: "Damn you clumsy house elf, I'm going to stuff your hand into the stove!"
He walked out angrily, and the room was dark.
Although Sean is stingy, he is not reluctant to light candles.
The candles in the room lit up as he realized something was wrong.
