The Dementors have been living in fear every day since they were taken over by Aurors.
The Auror in charge, Oz Hilde, couldn't help but have veins popping out on his forehead as he listened to the howling ghosts.
"What are these damn things calling?"
The other one at the same time, Lippi Korbel, had the same expression. They wanted to drive all the dementors inside back to that ghost place in Azkaban.
Oz took a deep breath to calm down.
She is an old Auror, and as an experienced senior, she is qualified to lead a team of hitters.
Smokey Voice said: "These Dementors haven't eaten for too long. Sirius Black is nearby, and we can't send them back to Azkaban."
Lippi's face twitched when he heard Sirius.
The Ministry of Magic's wanted order for Sirius is extremely dangerous, and even an Auror may not be his opponent.
Such a dangerous person has been hiding in Hogwarts for more than half a year. Even Lippi wanted to call Fudge a loser when he stepped down.
At the same time, his mind moved slightly, and he looked at Oz and asked, "Don't you have any ideas?"
"Ideas?" Oz glanced at Lippi.
Lippi chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Oz, before picking up one and lighting it himself.
Both of them are old smokers. A puff of thick smoke came out of their mouths. Lippi said meaningfully: "The Ministry of Magic is at the time of power transfer. Why don't you take the opportunity to go up?"
Others don't know, but Lippi, as Oz's old partner, knows it very well.
Oz is capable. She has been an Auror for ten years. In terms of qualifications and strength, she is a leading Auror figure.
However, because Oz made mistakes, she once let a werewolf go, and this incident became a stain on her body.
In addition, the Ministry of Magic had previously deliberately suppressed the Auror office, so she was kept in the Auror position for several years, and she did not even get the title of elite Auror.
You can only carry a striker outside and do some work looking for contraband everywhere.
Lippi said regretfully: "If Tang Mi was still here, you would definitely be with him..."
As he spoke, he saw Oz's eyes dimming. He changed the subject and said, "We can't ask for more from the director of the Auror Office. We hope that we don't have to continue to do the job of finding contraband."
Lippi is a very shrewd person. He knows that people with no backgrounds like himself and Oz basically have no chance of the vacant director position.
He just wanted to be less fringe and at least get himself into the Auror office.
Oz blew out a puff of smoke from his sexy red lips, threw down the cigarette that was burning on his butt, stepped hard on his feet with his shoes, and said calmly: "You know, we don't have the qualifications, those places are all pure-blooded. "
She is of mixed blood, and Lippi is from a Muggle family. Although she became an Auror after the fall of Voldemort, the internal pure-blood concept still affected them.
They are not eligible to be office Aurors, only those with pure blood or backgrounds are eligible.
Lippi chuckled and said with an inexplicable look in his eyes: "That's not necessarily true. Tang Mi is not under that man. Rumor has it that that man told Fudge to get out..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Oz's murderous gaze. He raised his hands and said quickly: "Okay, don't mention him."
Two people were chatting outside.
The Dementors were miserable.
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The dementors huddled together and receded like the tide.
A person walking among the Dementors is like selecting livestock.
Suddenly, a Dementor who was not retreating so quickly was caught in sight.
The black silk thread entangled itself, and the Dementor screamed and was pulled away by the tentacle-like thread.
The other dementors remained silent and frantically tried to escape.
The Auror didn't notice it either. After all, no one would have thought that someone would take the initiative to find a Dementor.
"Why are you running? I won't kill you all."
John had just taken away one of the dementors, and when he saw how scared the others were, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Are you still guarding Azkaban like this?
He clicked his tongue twice and left a message that he would come back tomorrow, which frightened the remaining dementors so much that their cloaks almost flew away.
Taking the Dementors with him, John returned to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.
The soul-eating curse stripped the dementors clean, and the black thread was put back into the ring. A ball of souls emitting holy silver light appeared in John's hand.
The soul is torn into strips and then thrown into the cauldron to mix with the potion.
Add a unicorn horn and you have a soul-strengthening potion.
After a sip, John's body trembled.
For a long half hour, the man he had seen several times appeared in front of him.
He lowered his head and held on to the table, dripping with sweat.
"The soul has recovered a little."
After closing his eyes and feeling for a while, the soul of his right hand recovered a little. At the same time, he felt that his soul seemed to be tempered every time he was tortured.
Opening his right hand, the dark and evil black silk changes in his hand.
John's eyes were deep. He had only used this power on dementors. What if it was used on other beings?
Horrible thoughts came to mind, and John himself was startled.
Pushing the thought away, John looked at the ring that had become darker. He knew that this thing was starting to affect him.
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
Knowing the terrifying power of this force, John repeatedly warned himself not to violate the bottom line.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes became clear again.
Heat waves were emanating from another room in the secret room, and one could notice the alarming temperature just by being close to the door.
A large piece of mithril gradually melted in the furnace, but the speed was a bit slow.
"At this speed, it will probably take some time to melt."
John walked to the other side and started tinkering with a mold.
This time the mold is no different than before. It is not a sword, but something that looks like a hand.
Using a knife to refine every line in the mold, John wanted to create something worthy of the name Johnny Silverhand.
Since you are Lord Silver Hand, how can you live without Silver Hand?
Add the details and just pour the molten mithril into it.
There are six slots reserved on this hand for placing gems.
Well, it looks like the setting is like the Infinity Gauntlet of some purple sweet potato spirit.
While waiting for the melting time, John had finished the details of the silver hand.
This thing he calls the Limited Glove is not simple. It can be said to be the most powerful alchemy item that John can make at this time.
As the mithril melts, John pours it into molds.
At the same time, John stretched out a hand to add some magic to it.
The liquid solidified and cooled, the mold was knocked open, and a delicate silver arm appeared in front of him.
Insert the magic crystal and the gems of the Conjuration Ring into the six grooves above.
John grabbed the silver hand with his right hand, and the silver hand shattered on the spot.
Then the broken pieces stuck together along John's right arm, and in the end, John's right hand turned silver.
The patterns on the arms are exquisite and luxurious, and the gemstones highlight the nobility.
I moved my hands and there was no feeling of obstruction.
Clenching his fists and unclenching them, staring at the burning stove, John put his hand in without hesitation.
The hot flames were enough to melt steel, and John didn't even frown.
The flame burned, but not only did it not melt, John even felt cool and comfortable.
"The physical body is miserable and weak, and the machine ascends."
Raising his eyebrows, John took out his hand and snapped his fingers, causing things around him to float.
"Although it's just a basic floating spell and iron armor spell, it's just practical."
A white ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, and John aimed it at a table.
The ball of light shattered the table instantly, and John nodded with satisfaction.
Putting his hand down, the silver on it quickly rushed to his fingers, and finally condensed into a silver ring on his middle finger.
One silver and one black, the two rings on the right hand are particularly conspicuous.
John took off his silver ring and put it in his pocket.
He fantasizes about when the Philosopher's Stone will be created, and then this thing will really become a magic version of the Infinity Gauntlet.
After walking out of the secret room, John walked through the secret room of the Star Society.
Heinrich looked up at John and asked, "Okay?"
"alright."
John was not wearing wizard robes, but a vest suit with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows.
Seeing Heinrich staring at the Firebolt in the secret room, John raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I like it. I'll give it to you."
Heinrich withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "It's not necessary."
With Edgar's financial resources, he could still afford a Firebolt.
John had a headache, put on the wizard robe, and said, "Follow me."
Heinrich didn't ask any questions and followed behind.
After arriving at the Room of Requirement, John opened the door that appeared out of thin air and took Heinrich inside.
Inside was a duel stage, and Heinrich's golden eyes moved slightly.
John walked up first, followed by Heinrich.
"There is no need for Firebolts, so let's train you to become stronger."
John smiled and saluted like a gentleman.
Heinrich's eyes gradually became fanatical.
Sure enough, only fighting can make Edgar happy.
John smiled slightly, it was a coincidence, he was not lacking in strength.
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