With the assets that John now owns, it is very easy to buy a manor or something.
Shafiq's original manor was renamed Silver Hand Manor.
Some 'big shots' that you don't usually see enter the manor, and they all have an invitation in their hands.
Standing at the door were members of the Silver Hand security team. Some of them were retired Aurors, and some were full-time Dark Wizards.
Without exception, these people are elites.
The people who came for the appointment were secretly shocked that this power could win against any pure-blood family.
It's no wonder that Shafiq was kicked out in despair. The people who came here included pure-blood families, officials from the Ministry of Magic, and wizards from foreign countries.
Alex, the Potions Master, was dressed in a noble, blue robe, with a modified cane, and the Merlin First Class Medal on his chest was particularly conspicuous.
Lucius Malfoy came with John, wearing a black velvet dress and a gem ring the size of a dove egg on his left hand.
Everyone who sees this scene will start to re-examine Lucius Malfoy.
But more people's eyes followed the movement of the silver mask, and many people showed flattering smiles on their faces, and their flattery was very obvious.
"I am very happy that you can come to my banquet." The silver ring and alexandrite on his left hand shined under the light.
Johnny Silverhand spoke, and everyone silently kept their mouths shut.
Barty Crouch was among them, staring at Lucius.
"Among the people who arrived, there were officials, some people who had made mistakes in the past, and scholars from academia. They are an indispensable part of the magic world that is driven by gears."
As John looked across, under the light, officials from the Ministry of Magic, potion masters, former Death Eaters... they all coexisted harmoniously in this manor.
Pureblood, half-blood, muggleborn, werewolf.
They were probably supposed to be enemies, and were able to be here because of the prestige of the King of Knockturn Alley, and also because of the generosity of Lord Johnny Silverhand.
The speech ended generously, and John’s last words were: “Let us honor the world, which lifts us together.
Here’s to our friends, helping each other achieve when we need it most.
We respect the worries and setbacks in the future, and we may die, but as long as they don’t kill us, they will eventually make us stronger. "
Hold the wine glass high, and the contents in the glass will exude a mellow aroma.
After drinking a glass of wine, John walked down the high platform wisely.
This banquet, in addition to gathering one's own strength, also allows these people to have more intersections of interests.
Magic officials will discuss with scholars, dark wizards will clink glasses with former enemies, and potions masters will negotiate with materials dealers.
Every clink of glasses and every laugh makes this interest group stronger.
And at the center of them is the man named Johnny Silverhand.
As long as Johnny Silverhand exists, these relationships are unbreakable.
Only Johnny Silverhand can bring these people together.
The new head of the Auror Office, Piers Thicknesse, came to John with a glass of wine.
"Your Excellency, please allow me to clink glasses with you."
As expected of someone who had been praised by John for his ability to dance, Pierce knew very well how he got into this position of real power and clinked glasses with John respectfully.
"Auror defense funds need to be used to purchase a batch of striker equipment." He was really good at being a man. The funds Pierce had just obtained from here were sent back to John.
John was very satisfied with his little brother, nodded, and said meaningfully: "I will give you a discount, and I will only give it to you."
Pierce was extremely surprised when he heard this, and quickly brought up another glass of wine.
He drank too fast and an abnormal blush appeared on his face. Just when he was about to drink another glass, John held his hand and said: "Don't be greedy for good wine. There are many people here. You shouldn't let yourself drink." drunk."
After being reminded, Pierce suddenly understood, thanked him repeatedly, lowered his posture, took the wine glass and went to find other people.
Tang Mi walked to John and whispered: "Sir, old Batty is waiting for you in the room."
John put down his wine glass, declined the invitation of a scholar, and walked into the study room that originally belonged to Sean Shafiq.
Barty Crouch Sr. was already waiting here. He was sitting on the sofa, his short gray hair carefully combed, and his expression showed some worry.
Seeing John come in, he subconsciously stood up and was pushed down by John.
"Barty, my friend." John sat behind the desk, stroking the ring on his left hand with his right hand, and asked, "You look very bad. Is there anything bothering you?"
Barty Crouch Sr. struggled, but after seeing everything that happened today, the reluctance he felt in his heart surged up again.
He stood up and walked to the desk, with some unknown emotions, and said bitterly: "Your Excellency, I made a mistake."
"I was very close to that position, but because of Quanzi..."
He closed his eyes in pain and recalled the day when Voldemort fell.
As head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he is responsible for trying Death Eaters for their crimes.
It was that day that he found out that his son was actually a Death Eater. He had been extremely proud of him, but that day made him completely fall into the abyss.
Even though he sent his son to Azkaban with integrity, he was still criticized and missed the position of Minister of Magic.
It was that one mistake that made me make the same mistake again and again.
He lowered his head and said in a low voice and hoarsely: "I made an extremely wrong decision. My wife, she begged me to save her son. For this, she was willing to sacrifice herself, so I..."
During the visit, his wife used a compound potion to switch identities with Barty Crouch Jr.
Soon after, his wife died in Azkaban. Everyone only thought that Barty Crouch Jr. was dead. No one knew that he had actually escaped from prison.
Old Barty confessed all this. John listened carefully and said with deep eyes: "My friend, I am flattered by your honesty. In return for your honesty, what do you want me to do for you?"
Old Batty didn't confess all this for no reason, there must be a reason, and John could guess the reason.
"I want to fight for it again, Your Excellency." Old Batty raised his head, with fighting spirit and unwillingness in his eyes.
The case of Peter Pettigrew brought him back into contention for a position he had once been denied.
This time he didn't want to miss it, he wanted to fight again, and the key person was John, the Lord Johnny Silverhand in front of him.
For this reason, he will face this person with the most sincerity.
John heard his thoughts and smiled.
"I'm glad, old Barty, I've been waiting for you."
John stood up and walked out, held old Barty's hand, and said seriously: "My friend, I will provide you with a space enough to display your fists."
Old Batty was very moved. He knew that besides himself, there were actually people who could compete for this position.
When John said this, he was showing his hand and supporting himself.
"The Triwizard Tournament is a good turning point, old Barty, I will help you, because we are friends, not by blood but connected by bones."
Approaching old Batty's ear, John whispered: "I can see that you love your son, but at this critical moment, he is the most important thing."
Old Batty lost his competitiveness because of his son, so he naturally knows the meaning of this sentence.
If anyone knew that Barty Sr. had a Death Eater son, it would probably become the next scandal.
Old Barty had a complicated expression. Although he hated his son, he was once his pride. In Old Barty's opinion, it was because he didn't teach him well that he was like this.
John knew by looking at his expression that he was too cruel, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "My friend, come to me if you are in trouble."
Old Barty left the office, and John looked at his back.
"If it were me, I would hide his son."
In the office, a man walked in from the side door of the study.
Golden eyes looked at John with uncontrollable enthusiasm.
"Heinrich, your idea is very good, but it is not a foolproof solution."
John chuckled, yes, the man who came in was Heinrich Edgar.
Now that the members of the Star Club have been identified, John will be the first to show off his cards.
As John's die-hard loyalist, after knowing this identity, Heinrich knew that he was completely recognized.
Edgar follows the strong, just like his uncle followed Voldemort. This time the person he chooses will be the strongest.
Looking at the pale face that was incompatible with the manor, John smiled and said: "I'm going on a trip. Are you interested in going there together? Maybe I can introduce you to a friend."
It would probably be interesting for Kim Ledisley to meet Heinrich.
Heinrich nodded, he did not belong to Johnny Silverhand, only followed John Wick.
During the banquet, Lucius also met several former Death Eaters like himself.
They gathered together to discuss the Dark Mark.
Next to Lucius was a wizard who was missing half of his nose and was lame, listening respectfully. Lucius deliberately introduced this man to the Death Eaters.
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