Old Barty liked being friends with Johnny Silverhand.
Because of his cheerfulness, and also because of his sincerity.
Just like Johnny Silverhand once said in front of him without hesitation that he wanted to weaken Dumbledore's authority, and the most real interests were in front of him.
Old Barty knew that Johnny Silverhand was an ambitious and strategic man.
But so what?
Old Barty once thought about keeping a distance from Johnny Silverhand, but those benefits made him have to be tempted.
As now, Johnny Silverhand was willing to renovate the Ministry of Magic.
As for the Ministry of Magic, you can get a brand new Ministry of Magic building without spending a Knut.
There are no budget worries and no suggestions on what to do with the Ministry of Magic's refurbishment bills.
In other words, if Old Batty is a money-greedy guy, even if he swallows the money, no one will know.
Old Barty couldn't help but think, could doing this do any good to Johnny Silverhand?
The answer is no.
Not at all.
He couldn't see the benefits that this would bring to Johnny Silverhand. There was no advertising effect, no monetary gain, and even reputation was dispensable.
why?
Johnny Silverhand is a businessman, an ambitious businessman!
"Sir Silverhand," Old Barty stared at the mask, trying to see something through his eyes, "What are you here for?"
"Even if you have a deep family background, this kind of thing means nothing to you."
Old Batty laughed at himself, "Don't tell me that you want to be friends with me. My son is in your hands, and that is enough for you to boss me around."
Don't underestimate Old Barty, he clearly knows that his relationship with Johnny Silverhand involves interests.
He raised his head sincerely and looked directly into his eyes, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"
When John heard Old Batty ask this, he was silent for a while.
"You want to know, Old Barty."
"If you don't say it, I'm afraid I will have suspicion, fear and panic in my heart in the future." People like Old Batty would also say such things.
John laughed dumbly and looked down at the silver ring.
When he looked up again, John slowly placed his hand on the mask.
Is he taking off his mask? !
Old Barty's eyes widened. Even he, even the Minister of Magic, couldn't help but feel nervous.
His slender fingers took off the mask bit by bit.
Old Batty forgot to breathe, and he stared at that young face.
The skinny cheeks were bloodless, and the brown eyes he had seen so many times paired with this face made Old Barty fall into a trance.
"We have met," he murmured. "Yes, I remember you during last year's Triwizard Tournament."
"John Wick." Struggling to say the name, Old Barty felt that nothing was real.
yes.
Who would have thought that a student at Hogwarts would meet the famous Johnny Silverhand.
The two people turned out to be the same person.
Two people with no connection.
No, there is something in common.
Old Barty's back was wet with cold sweat, and he was shaking as if he had fallen in his sleep.
The daze in his eyes gradually cleared.
They all have great strength.
In that game, the Hogwarts student split the Black Lake with a sword.
They all have amazing intelligence. 33
The Order of Merlin Level 2 is the best proof.
They all have the same friends.
Dharma Alex Belby.
It turns out that they have so much in common.
Old Batty's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally, he thought of a terrible question.
Why did Johnny Silverhand, who never showed his true face to others, suddenly take off his mask?
In the magical world, there are many ways to control people.
Maybe he felt there was no need to hide it.
Because Barty Jr. is in his hands?
No, that's not right!
That's not safe enough, and you may not give in.
why?
Could it be...the Imperius Curse?
The coolness of getting the truth turned into ice coldness.
Old Barty's hand moved little by little to the pocket containing the wand.
That's the second king, Johnny Silverhand.
Do you really have a chance of winning?
When the wand was touched, the heart of a battle-hardened man like Old Barty could not stop beating.
Take action or wait?
The dilemma made Old Batty tangled.
His temples were wet with sweat, and his palms were also a little wet.
"No one would have thought that it was you." He said with difficulty, Old Barty stared at that face.
John put down his mask, and every move he made seemed to be on Old Barty's nerves.
Glancing at Old Batty's tense body, John slowly stood up.
Old Batty was so focused at this moment that his eyes were bloodshot.
But just when Old Barty thought John would take action, John said in a calm voice, "This is my sincerity, Old Barty, I'm going to die."
For a moment, Old Batty felt as if he had heard wrongly.
He looked up in disbelief and looked at that young and bloodless face.
"What did you say?"
"I'm going to die, Old Barty." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It shouldn't be difficult to tell."
After that, he unbuttoned his collar, and half of his neck was covered with black blood vessels.
I can't tell whether I'm happy or disappointed.
When he learned the news, Old Barty was worried about the outcome.
There was indigestible shock on the stern face.
"Are you going to die?" Old Batty rubbed his eyes hard until his eye sockets were as red as a panda.
"Yeah," John grinned, "that's why I take off my mask."
Old Batty thought about it and felt that this was the only way.
He thought about so many consequences, but he never thought about this.
Released the wand, Old Barty said with a sigh: "You, you are still so young."
"Young people make people fearful, right?" John leaned back in his chair and seemed not to be afraid of death.
"So what do you want to do for the Ministry of Magic in the end?" Old Barty was a little moved. He didn't expect that the other party had such a big heart and asked: "How long will it take? If you are willing, I can build a statue for you in the Ministry of Magic." .”
"I think you misunderstood." John buttoned up the buttons again and watched Old Barty being moved by himself. He shook his head and said, "I didn't have a sudden kindness."
"Then what do you want?" Facing a dying person, Old Batty showed enough patience.
John said solemnly: "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
"To Tom Riddle...Voldemort."
Old Batty clenched his fists, and his nails were embedded in his palms, but he didn't even notice.
He stared at John, who was very calm.
"So I want you to lend me the Ministry of Magic for a period of time in exchange for free renovations."
"Do you know what you are talking about?" Old Barty frowned, "You want to take revenge on the Dark Lord, and you want to borrow the Ministry of Magic?"
He even had a feeling that maybe the other party was extremely ill and couldn't tell the difference.
Borrow the Ministry of Magic?
Can that be borrowed?
In other words, there has been no such precedent since the birth of the entire history of magic.
"Voldemort wants something from the Ministry of Magic, and he will get there."
John turned and continued, with a believable light in his eyes, "This is a deal and an opportunity for you, Minister Crouch."
He didn't call Old Barty, but said the official title.
Old Batty's expression was tangled, and his eyes were flashing with thought.
Old Batty asked: "If you want to convince me, you need to give enough chips."
His current achievements are enough to make him a beloved minister. If the Ministry of Magic falls, everything will be destroyed.
He looked at that young face and couldn't help but imagine that if this man could live to be twenty years old, the entire magical world would be impressed by him.
Unfortunately, Old Barty was also the one who got the 'o' in Potions at Hogwarts. He could see that John would never survive that time.
He even laughed at himself, even facing a dead man, he was still thinking about his interests.
Maybe I am a ruthless person.
It's like treating little Barty, he is not worthy of being a father at all.
After hearing this, John said confidently, "You know that the Star Disciples are my people, and the security team is equipped with the 'Zi' series."
"These are very powerful, but that is the Dark Lord." Old Barty stared at John and said, "This is not enough."
John chuckled: "What if we add the Savior and Dumbledore?"
Old Barty was lost in thought, a man who had defeated Voldemort and the person Voldemort feared the most.
John continued, "The Order of the Phoenix, that is an organization as good as the Death Eaters, you know it."
Old Batty's expression changed, and finally he let out a heavy breath.
"I choose to believe you, Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick."
John stood up and shook hands with Old Barty.
"You won't regret it, Secretary Crouch."
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Some people died, but not completely...
