The ice cream was still paid for by John.
"Should I change some money?"
Looking at the few pounds in his hand, John felt that he seemed to be visiting the magical world.
The dignified Johnny Silverhand almost couldn't pay just now.
July.
John returns to Privet Drive.
He walked over and knocked on the Dursley's door.
When Vernon Dursley saw John, he was too angry to speak.
Dudley was so frightened that he hid quickly. John acted as if he didn't see it and handed the big watermelon he bought to Fanon.
"Is Harry up there? Sorry to disturb you."
There was nothing wrong with John's polite appearance, so Uncle Vernon could only mutter: "Yes, he's up there."
Fenon stared at John with his little eyes, as if he was wondering when he could get rid of John.
After John's threats last time, the Dursleys were no longer harsh on Harry.
Although I occasionally say a few words, I don't dare to lock people up anymore.
John walked upstairs and heard a murmur inside.
Harry was writing a paper on the history of magic when John knocked on the door and entered.
Harry was surprised to see John's arrival. He went to find John, but John was in Knockturn Alley at that time.
"Harry, do you want some ice cream?"
John took out an ice cream packaged in a box from the small bag. Harry took it in a daze and asked in confusion: "You came here specifically to deliver ice cream to me?"
"Of course... no." John curled his lips, wondering if he was that superficial person.
With a wave of his hand, the open door was closed.
Harry's eyes widened after seeing this move. Although he knew there was a gap between himself and John, he didn't expect it to be so big.
He is still learning how to cast spells with a wand, but John can already cast spells without a wand.
Arriving in front of Harry, John took out two gloves from his small bag and put them on his hands.
"What are you going to do?" Harry looked at his prepared posture and couldn't help but ask.
John said: "You said last time that your wound would hurt. I want to study it."
Others don't know, but John knows it very well.
As the seventh Horcrux, Harry contains the soul of Voldemort who was accidentally split.
John saw many books on the soul level in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets. The soul is an extremely complex thing.
During the period of the Big Four, wizards had various research directions.
Studying the soul is not a strange thing, but now, soul-related matters have become taboo.
Many studies on the soul are considered illegal. It is rare to find such interesting material, so John will not let it go.
He was fully armed, with magic anti-curse gloves on his hands, and reached out to touch Harry's scar.
This scene was a bit funny, and Harry looked helpless.
In his opinion, John was too enthusiastic. He only mentioned it casually once, and John remembered it until now.
While eating ice cream, Harry was played with the scar by John.
After studying it for a while, John confirmed that there was indeed a very powerful spell inside.
It's more of a curse than a curse.
"Is it because of love?"
John fell into deep thought. As the greatest miracle of this century, the love spell on Harry could not be broken even by Voldemort.
This spell will always protect Harry, and the possessed Quirrell will be burned just by touching it.
"John, are you okay?"
Seeing John lost in thought, Harry didn't dare to move. The ice cream in his hand almost melted.
"If you cut it open..."
Hearing John's muttering, Harry was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and said quickly: "Calm down, John, I'm not a guinea pig."
"All right."
John was a little regretful. If he could study the structure of the Horcrux, he might be able to deal with Voldemort.
"If you ever get pain again, just tell me."
Knowing that Harry's pain came from Voldemort, John gave a word of worry.
Harry nodded quickly, afraid that John would try to cut himself open again.
After returning home, John began to forge new weapons.
For this purpose, he also obtained a lot of equipment, and pieces of silver silica were mixed with mithril and melted.
A sword made of pure silver floats in the basement.
"The currency of the wizarding world is cast by fairies, and it contains the casting skills of fairies."
John manipulated the silver water and added various metals into it.
After some time, the sword cooled down and John polished it.
Take out the dragon's blood and carve patterns on it.
"Ironwick's sword was corroded by snake venom. After it was re-refined, it contained snake venom."
The Sword of Ironwick has been dismantled by John, and the materials on it have been added to the sword.
This increases the weight of the sword a lot.
The magic spell that reengraved the sword, ignited the flame.
Under the high temperature, the silver sword showed no sign of melting.
This means John's sword succeeded.
"Although it's not as good as the Sword of Gryffindor, it's still a magic item."
After waving it, John reserved some space on the sword, preparing to use it as a location for adding magic spells later.
The current sword can be regarded as an upgraded version of Ironwick's Sword in all aspects.
"Let's call you Silverwick."
Nodding with satisfaction, John stuffed the sword into his small bag.
This small bag is worthy of being the work of a master alchemist. The traceless stretching spell inside has a stable structure and a very large space.
...
night.
John puts on a silver mask and a green robe.
With a wave of the wand, his body disappeared and reappeared in Knockturn Alley.
After apparating, John's entry and exit became much easier.
Tang Mi was already waiting there, with a rickety old man beside him.
There was a crackling sound and John appeared before them.
The old man was shaking with excitement and wanted to kneel down.
John looked at Tang Mi, who explained: "Sir, this is Old Jack from the werewolf community, here to seek your help."
Werewolf community?
Fenrir, who had his arms and souls taken away last time, was not the leader of the werewolf community.
John said solemnly: "Say your request."
Old Jack's voice was hoarse and he said: "Dear Johnny Silverhand, we hope to get your protection. Without Fenrir, those werewolves fled in all directions, leaving us a group of old, weak, sick and disabled."
It turns out that after John killed Fenrir that day, the werewolves in the werewolf community fled one after another.
They are all guys with human lives in their hands. If they are caught, they can only keep company with the dementors.
The old and weak like Old Jack are at the bottom of the werewolf community. After they lose their asylum, there are dark wizards who want to kill them all.
In desperation, they had no choice but to seek help from the person who started it all.
After John listened, he first looked at Tang Mi and asked if it was true.
"Sir, Old Jack's group of werewolves are all thin and weak werewolves. They don't have the strength to kill wizards."
Hearing this, John nodded and looked at the nervous old Jack. John said calmly: "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 many young werewolves in the werewolf community who were bitten by Fenrir.
John just needs to guide them well and they will become a powerful force in the future.
Old Jack was so excited that he stammered: "Thank you very much, Sir Johnny Silverhand. May Merlin bless you."
A few days later, the body of a dark wizard was thrown out of the werewolf community.
A mark belonging to Johnny Silverhand rises from the werewolf community, causing the dark wizards to flee in fear.
Not only that, John also sent a monthly quota of wolfsbane potion to the werewolves in the community to relieve them from the pain of the full moon.
This move once again made Johnny Silverhand famous.
Even the Daily Prophet gave him an exclusive interview, and the reporter was Rita.
"I hope there won't be any weird arguments."
John glanced at Rita, who was so frightened that she trembled and nodded hurriedly to promise that she would write well.
A report called Johnny Silverhand, the Good Man, was published in the newspaper. It said that Johnny Silverhand's wish was for world peace and that all little wizards would no longer be troubled by hunger.
I heard that Rita also suggested that the editor-in-chief give Johnny Silverhand an annual charity award, but the editor-in-chief refused.
...
