"I was wrong, Your Excellency, please let me go."
Screams for mercy echoed in the garden, and John sighed and closed the book in his hand.
There are gilt writings on the black book cover, and the hand with the ring is placed on it.
Before him was Mundungus, who was being led in front of John.
Tang Mi frowned and kicked the person crawling away.
"Mundungus, you took my money." John lowered his eyes and touched the gold letters with his fingers. "I didn't kill you. It's already a grace."
"Sir, I, I know you are not willing to kill Mundungus," Mundungus cried with snot and tears, "I will definitely pay you back, please don't let me go back that place."
Mundungus was sent to the alchemy workshop as a test subject to develop new potions because he could not repay his debts.
He spent six days a week in the hospital, and he couldn't go on.
"Then tell me, Mundungus, how can you repay my money?" John said lightly, "The only thing you have some value in is your healthy body."
His gaze made Mundungus shudder, and he was speechless.
"Or I can give you a new choice." John chuckled and threw down a piece of parchment on the table.
Mundungus lowered his head and saw that there were names on it, each with a price marked on it.
John said calmly: "Kill them."
"Are these?" Mundungus couldn't help but tremble. The names of Death Eaters were all on them, and he shouted in horror, "No, I can't do it."
"That's a pity, you can't reflect the value you should have." John's face turned cold, and Mundungus was dragged away no matter how much he cried for his father and mother.
Tang Mi came over at the right time and whispered, "Mrs. Malfoy is already outside the garden."
"The next thing is up to you," holding the book in his hand, John brushed the mask casually, and the mask turned into silver mist and dissipated.
John didn't need to bring anyone else with him when he was going to see Malfoy's mother. 33
"Don't let Mundungus die. He still has a hundred medicines left."
"Silver Cross Rescue Hospital is on standby at any time." Tang Mi said, "I think he can finish the drink."
John chuckled and walked to the other end of the garden.
No. 1001, Tea Room No. 2, Knockturn Garden, Knockturn Alley.
Narcissa's fingers hovered over the teacup, and the teaspoon stirred the coffee and milk inside.
She was a little absent-minded. She came here to meet her son's friends.
But this place is not ordinary.
The Upside Down Gardens, the place where Johnny Silverhand created it.
It has gradually become a tourist attraction in Kwantai Alley.
Known as 'Knockturn Alley during the day'.
People who were afraid to enter Knockturn Alley in the past became bolder now that Knockturn Garden served as a bridge.
The scent of lavender wafts from the quiet garden, and the breeze rustles the lavender.
The boy came from the cobblestone path, holding a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" in his hand. He had smooth black hair and handsome features.
He was dressed casually today, and his loose woolen sweater gave him a bookish air.
He seems to be a good, harmless boy.
When Narcissa saw him, she felt less curious about her son's friend.
In her opinion, this child may just have some trivial things to look for himself.
This made Narcissa anxious as she thought about how to save her family from the quagmire.
She studied John, and John studied Narcissa.
There is no regret in the world more than that a beautiful woman will lose her beauty.
Narcissa escaped this law. She had a ladylike temperament. Unlike Mrs. Wick, she was more domineering.
They met during the World Cup, but at that time, they didn't pay much attention to each other.
"Mrs. Malfoy." John walked over and nodded with a chuckle.
A waiter came over to ask, and John said casually: "A glass of water will be fine."
The book was placed on the table, and Narcissa glanced at it. It was just a story, and she didn't care.
"Draco said you have something to do with me? If it's a small matter about study, then you've come to the wrong person." Narcissa suppressed her irritation. After all, she was her son's friend.
"Speaking of which, this is not the first time we have met, Mrs. Malfoy." The water glass was placed on the table, and John took a sip. "Is Lucius okay?"
"Huh?" Calling her husband by his first name made Narcissa frown.
John chuckled lightly, "Don't be like this, Narcissa, there are some things I want you to tell me."
Narcissa was stunned when she spoke this time.
Because this voice was different from before, low and hoarse.
The familiar voice made a possibility emerge in Narcissa's mind.
Her eyes widened, coffee spilled on the table, and she said in surprise: "You, are you?"
"Are you surprised?" John said to himself, "Are you surprised that I am young, or are you surprised that I am honest with you?"
He smiled deeply, and the laughter penetrated into Narcissa's ears, making her unable to help but think in a bad direction.
No one has ever seen Johnny Silverhand's true face, and no one would have thought that he could be a student.
The King of Knockturn Alley, the second king of the wizarding world.
Turns out to be a boy? A student who has not yet graduated?
too crazy.
If it was true, why did Johnny Silverhand meet him like this.
Was he ready to give up on Malfoy?
Is he going to kill me?
All kinds of random thoughts buzzed around Narcissa like harassing flies.
John snapped his fingers, and Narcissa's chaotic thoughts were calmed.
She stared at John and asked: "Qiang, why do you want to contact Draco? Lucius has already done something for you."
"Contact Draco?" John laughed, "You should understand the cause and effect."
"It's not because Draco is Lucius's son that I get in touch with him, but because Lucius is Draco's father, I will give him a chance."
Rubbing the ring, John looked indifferent.
Narcissa took a deep breath and asked seriously: "I have only one question, what is Draco to you?"
She was very scared. Could it be that the other party wanted to use his son to threaten the Malfoy family.
"Friends." John knew what she was thinking and said seriously, "He and I are friends, the kind of friendship that costs everything."
Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't have Legilimency, she could tell that John meant what he said.
Thinking of her son's changes over the years, Narcissa sincerely thanked her: "Thank you, Draco can have a friend like you."
"No thanks, friends are friends." John shook his head and said, "I came to you this time because I have something to ask."
"Can I ask a question first?" Narcissa didn't dare to ask as much as she did just now. She asked with some caution: "Why are you being honest with me?"
John said: "Because I think you need a sense of security right now."
"A sense of security?" Narcissa asked.
John looked at her and said: "The Malfoy family is on the verge of danger. This is how I express my trust in the Malfoy family."
Narcissa's expression was moved and she said solemnly: "Thank you again."
"Back to the topic," John tapped his fingers on the table, and the spilled coffee disappeared, and he said, "About your family, Black."
"Black?" Narcissa was stunned, "I have been away from that place for many years."
"I want to know information about the Black family's heirs, your brothers and sisters."
“That’s important to me,” John said.
He wanted to know who brought the Horcrux into Black's old house.
"Well, I don't know where to start," Narcissa recalled briefly, "Black's generation has two sons and three daughters."
"The eldest daughter, Bellatrix Black, she married Rodolphus Lestrange and became a Death Eater."
"The second daughter, Andromeda Black, married a Muggle wizard and was removed from the family tree."
"The third daughter, who is me, Narcissa Black, marries Lucius."
"Black was a pure-blood, which offended my cousin, Sirius Black, who ran away from home and was eventually removed from the family tree by his mother."
"The Black family are basically all Slytherins, only Sirius Black is a Gryffindor, which is even more annoying."
Speaking of this matter, Narcissa made no secret of her disgust.
John shrugged. This was equivalent to Weasley becoming a Slytherin. The two families were really at odds with each other.
Mentioning the last person, Narcissa's eyes showed sadness, which was completely different from when she mentioned Sirius just now.
"Regulus Black, the most favored child among the Blacks, has always been our pride. Every choice he makes is liked by everyone. He is a Slytherin and joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16. , following the glory of the Dark Lord, his parents are proud of him."
"He is different from us, I know." Narcissa's eyes were red. She really liked this cousin.
"He is very good to Kreacher and has a strong sense of family responsibility. That's why he joined the Death Eaters."
"Until one day, he died. No one knew how he died. His mother became crazy because of this."
Narcissa choked up a little when talking about this incident, "He is such a good child. I am very scared. I am afraid that Draco will die in an unknown way like him."
She revealed what had always been a knot in her heart: her once-favorite brother died inexplicably at the hands of the Dark Lord.
They couldn't even see Regulus Black's body, so they knew nothing.
"From that day on, everything changed." Narcissa stared blankly at the black hair of the boy in front of her, as if she saw her younger brother. "Two years later, Voldemort fell."
John said nothing about death.
"Is it possible that Regulus brought something back, or Bellatrix?" John wanted to know what the Horcrux was.
Narcissa shook her head and said, "I don't know. Bellatrix was imprisoned in Azkaban. She followed the Dark Lord before and basically never went back. During that time, only Regulus was there."
"About Regulus, I think you need to ask Kreacher. He knows better than me."
"Kreacher is the Black house elf."
"Thank you for your help." John stood up.
Narcissa stood up and shook hands with her.
After saying goodbye to Narcissa, John felt that he could basically lock in two people.
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Some people died, but not completely...
