Ludwig left, and Tang Mi came in behind.
"Goyle and Crabbe's people would like to see you."
"They must be doing it for their stupid son."
John opened the list slowly and glanced at the names on the list, finally stopping at Rozier's column.
Tang Mi shrugged and said, "During the last war at the Ministry of Magic, two people were captured in Azkaban."
"In exchange, they are willing to hand over part of their property in Diagon Alley."
Pure-blood members are becoming increasingly rare, which is a general trend.
Their mutual marriage can ensure the purity of their bloodline, but it cannot restore their decline.
These ancient families control many magical industries and monopolize all walks of life to maintain their status.
But compared to heirs, they choose heirs.
John met two heads of pureblood families.
After some discussions, John got a crucible store and shares in Literen Residence.
As a condition, John promised to fight for it from the Ministry of Magic, so that the two Death Eaters would be reduced from life imprisonment to fixed term.
The two family heads were naturally grateful, and John motioned for them to approach.
After they came over, John put his hands on their shoulders and asked the tall man to lean down.
"My help is for my friends. You don't get such an opportunity every time. Your people, I don't want their stupid minds to continue thinking about another person. Even in the magical world, there are ways to execute people."
The two people's backs were wet with cold sweat, and they nodded repeatedly to express that they would recognize the reality.
No matter what happens, they can imprison the person at home and concentrate on raising the third generation.
John patted the two people's shoulders hard and asked the frightened two people to leave.
Then a few more people came, all of whom were Death Eaters whose families had been captured in Azkaban.
John picked a few, they were all 'speculators' who thought Voldemort would rule the world, and they were more of a risk investment in Voldemort.
Now that Voldemort has fallen, those people are the ones regretting the most.
John collected the things that were sent to him, while some die-hard Voldemort loyalists who refused to look back even after hitting the wall continued to stay in Azkaban.
"Minister Crouch is here." Tang Mi walked in and whispered, "He brought something."
John raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a while he saw Old Batty carrying a box with plain packaging.
"Old Barty, do you need me to ask Barty Jr. to come up?" John could see that he wanted to see Barty Little.
"No, no need," Old Barty didn't know how to face Little Barty, put down his things and frowned, "Amelia's criticism of your industry in the parliament has affected the operation of society."
John spread his hands helplessly, "My friend, you don't think so too, do you?"
"If I didn't know your true face behind the mask." Old Batty said.
A person who created huge assets at the age of fifteen, Old Batty felt that by the time John took over, he might have retired.
"It's not convenient for me to attend this kind of banquet now," Old Batty explained in passing as to why he didn't show up. "As a minister, you shouldn't be too close to some people."
"Indeed," John snapped his fingers, and a gold-rimmed crystal glass appeared on the table. He stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, taking out the golden stars. He shook the bottle and smiled, "Private collection."
After opening it, there was a refreshing and mellow aroma that made old Buddy couldn't help but praise, "This kind of thing can only be encountered here."
The wine poured into the glass, and Old Barty took a sip. The feeling of magic entering his body made him feel amazing.
"I can give you a bottle," John said casually after sitting down, "I don't have much in stock."
Old Batty refused because he didn't want others to think he was living too extravagantly.
I also drank wine and talked a lot.
John brought up the topic, regarding the punishment of several Death Eaters.
Old Batty frowned and looked unhappy, "I don't remember you paying attention to these things."
As a smart man, John naturally knew that interfering with the power of the Minister of Magic would undoubtedly force people to oppose him.
So he said frankly: "Of course not, heads of several families found me."
"They think Johnny Silverhand has great powers?" Old Batty laughed inexplicably.
"Have you ever heard of a Muggle amusement park?" John did not delve into the meaning of the laughter, but instead mentioned another thing.
"Amusement park?" As a person who is proficient in more than 200 languages and has studied Muggles, Old Barty naturally knows those things.
"I want to build an amusement park, or more appropriately, an entertainment city." John snapped his fingers, and dozens of parchments on the bookshelf flew to Old Barty.
Old Batty picked it up and looked at it, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing.
As time went by, his expression gradually turned to thoughtful, with some joy.
John saw that the time had come, and continued: "This plan can promote the increase in magic trade tax revenue, and also promote local tourism economic benefits."
"And I don't plan to do this myself," John said with a smile. "Silver Hand Fashion Architecture and the Ministry of Magic will cooperate together. The Ministry of Magic only needs to provide a piece of land. As for the funds..."
John pushed a list on the table over and said with a smile: "They have already issued it for the Ministry of Magic."
Old Batty's expression changed several times.
In fact, the magical society is very backward. For example, they still maintain a system of atonement.
By donating money, a certain level of guilt can be removed.
For example, when Voldemort first fell, Lucius used his cash powers and the Imperius Curse as an excuse to escape the fate of entering Azkaban.
It’s just that Old Batty acted vigorously and resolutely after taking office, and no one mentioned the atonement.
Now John uses Magic Entertainment City as a temptation to make old Barty shaken.
"It sets a precedent, and it will be difficult to deal with later." Old Barty almost smoked a cigarette and thought carefully.
"Actually, this matter is not without its twists and turns." Seeing his confusion, John offered advice as a caring friend, "What if they have merit?"
"You mean?"
"Old Goyle and Old Crabbe, they have a good son who numbs Voldemort's sight for me at Hogwarts and delivers Voldemort's news at the same time."
John crossed his fingers and said meaningfully: "This can pay for their sins."
"They need to stay in Azkaban for two years." Old Barty looked up at John, "This is for your sake."
"That's my honor." John smiled and raised his glass.
Changing the sentence from life imprisonment to two years is really a big deal.
Old Buddy left with the entertainment city project, and the gift box left behind was held in John's hand.
"A father who will be strong throughout his life." John looked at the new clothes that were obviously given to little Barty, walked to the garden and handed the things to little Barty.
Little Barty looked at it coldly, not knowing whether he liked it or not.
The Crouch family's father-son relationship can't be repaired so quickly.
Although he has been cleared, little Barty still chooses to work in the garden.
Perhaps he hated his father who only had the position of minister from the bottom of his heart.
Only when Batty Sr. resigns one day can Buddy Jr. be relieved.
...
Grimmauld Place, Blake House.
Sirius growled, "Go back, Kreacher."
Kreacher touched the stairs with his nose and rolled little by little to his small spot under the kitchen stove.
This scene made Hermione very intolerable. Harry didn't feel anything. That was the guy who hurt him.
"Sirius," Harry saw his godfather again and rushed to hug him, "Are you okay?"
"It's just that my left rib hurts a little," Sirius hugged his godson and smiled, "I haven't seen him for a month, and you have grown taller."
He greeted Hermione and Ron.
"Dumbledore is inside, and we have received news that Voldemort has appeared abroad."
Unlike Mrs. Weasley, Sirius always felt that Harry could have some adventures.
If Mrs. Weasley heard this, she would probably get angry again.
Harry glanced behind the door. Dumbledore was sitting inside, and Lupine and others were also there.
"It's time for me to go to the meeting." Sirius walked in and closed the door.
Ron said strangely: "I seem to have seen Mundungus."
"Isn't that strange? He is from the Order of the Phoenix." Harry disagreed.
"The last time he was caught stealing, I thought he was going to get kicked out," Ron said.
"He's in debt," Ron said disdainfully. "He used to like to show off his gold teeth, but they were all pulled out and sold."
"Harry, Ron, let's go see Kreacher." Hermione didn't want to care how much money Mundungus owed.
She felt that she needed to pay attention to her house elf friend.
Knowing that Hermione sympathized with the house elves, the two of them had no choice but to go there.
Entering the kitchen, they didn't find Kreacher.
After calling twice, he saw Kreacher from under the stove.
This terrible situation made Hermione very sympathetic.
Harry didn't want to pay much attention to Kreacher because the elf's comments were always very unpleasant.
He glanced casually and saw a familiar box in the small shop under the stove.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
