I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Going into Lestrange's vault, John fends off the goblin.

He didn't touch those treasures rashly. The ancient families would arrange some anti-theft measures, such as some curses or magic.

Raising the right hand, the silver ring covers the entire arm.

John picked up a silver cup and looked at it for a while.

"There is a spell cast on it, and it will trigger as long as it is touched."

Thanks to John's foresight, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and he saw the traces of magic on it.

"Fire Curse and Duplication Curse."

Recognizing the magic within, he bent his index finger and tapped it on the silver cup.

All the magic on the cup blew out like a balloon leaking.

Putting down the delicate silver cup casually, he continued to explore the vault.

The ancient Lestrange family collected many treasures. They are like crows, and they like things that can emit light.

Gold chains, gold and silver cups, crystals, furs and horns of various magical animals.

Garen became the least valuable thing here, and John walked inside, as if walking into his own warehouse.

Standing in front of the shiny armor made by goblins, John touched his chin, "This size seems to be worn by trolls, but it seems to be similar for Hagrid."

The silver hand brushed the armor, and the spell on it disappeared.

Stuffing the armor into the small bag, John thought it might be a present for Hagrid.

Think about it, with Hagrid's frame and this armor, a flexible and mobile tank fortress was born.

Taking down the fake Gryffindor sword, John broke the spell and looked at it.

"Fairy craftsmanship, but the details are a bit poor, and it lacks the all-encompassing sharpness of Gryffindor's sword."

With a snap of his fingers, the sound of the sword was not as crisp as the sword of Gryffindor, and there was a hint of dullness in the sound.

"Made from mithril, inlaid with precious stones, if it is sold, it can be estimated at 5000 Galleons or more."

With a slight smile, John stuffed the sword into the small bag, not for nothing.

Continuing to walk in the vault, he found several valuable magic items.

These magics have existed for hundreds of years, so it can be seen that they are also the works of a generation of alchemists.

Suddenly, John fixed his eyes on a gold cup.

This gold cup is much smaller than other gold cups, but also more delicate.

None of this is the point, the point is that John sees a mark on it.

A sigil belonging to Hufflepuff.

"A Hufflepuff item?"

With a thought, John took down the cup.

Rubbing the silver hand, he said to himself: "Is there no magic spell on it?"

He watched carefully, trying to find something from the cup.

Finally, he found out.

His complexion became extremely dignified and strange, "Horcrux?"

Unexpectedly, there would be unexpected gains. John looked at the cup with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hufflepuff's Cup, Voldemort, you have no small ambitions."

He thought of the treasures left by the founders of the Fourth Court that he had watched in "A Piece of Hogwarts School History".

Gryffindor's sword, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, and Hufflepuff's chalice.

Voldemort was so pretentious that he took the relics of the founder of the Fourth Academy as a Horcrux.

It now appears that all but the Sword of Gryffindor are.

"With the locket, Ravenclaw's diadem should be too."

Talking to himself, a low neigh came from John's ear.

It's Parseltongue.

Voldemort's Horcrux also wanted to affect himself.

John glanced at it, and stuffed Hufflepuff's gold cup into his pocket.

Opening the small bag, John began his own banditry.

Pack everything you can take away.

In a blink of an eye, the entire treasury was half empty.

The remaining half was either worthless, or John didn't bother to take it out.

"I have an idea." John narrowed his eyes and looked at the remaining treasure, a sneer appeared on the corner of John's mouth.

Summoning the goblin to come over, the goblin was also stunned for a while when he saw the half-empty treasury.

He screamed, "Why did you take so much!"

"What? I take my family's money, and I have to explain to you?"

Glancing coldly at the goblin, a sense of coercion fell on the goblin, making the goblin look terrified.

People in business don't like goblins because they are too greedy.

Let the goblin close the door and they leave the vault.

When he walked out of Gringotts, John looked back at the goblin and asked, "I forgot, what's your name?"

"Griphook, Mr. Lestrange."

Griphook watched as the man who claimed to be of Lestrange blood left.

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With the mask off his face, John puts a silver mask on himself.

Today's harvest is quite rich. Since the Lestrange family is so generous, John is not a stingy person.

"Prepare materials for me and recruit some alchemists who are not demanding and can refine explosives."

John smiled, hoping that Lestrange would like the gift he had prepared.

Maybe a room full of Garen that could explode would make them very happy.

Tang Mi knew that John had his own plan, so he didn't ask too much.

"George and Fred have chosen an address?"

Glancing at the statement sent by Tang Mi, at the Silver Hand Angel Investment, the Weasley twins have already selected the address and are going to open their joke shop.

"Send a special person to investigate. Although they have a lot of ghost ideas, it is still suspicious that they can be fooled by Ludo."

Remembering that the twins were cheated by Ludo during the World Cup, John wondered if they would do the same in business.

He appreciates the two, but he is not doing charity.

Silver Hand Angel Investment has a special investigation team, which was dug from other companies by John with a lot of money.

Combined with the location and the popularity of the product, the delegation will rate its potential.

After dealing with these things, John asked casually, "Did Mundungus send the money?"

Tang Mi shook his head, "He hasn't yet, but those wizards who are familiar with him have been borrowed, and I heard that they want to steal the cauldron."

"Stupid guy." John sneered, "Tomorrow is his last time, if he can't get it all together, let him use another method to repay the debt."

"Let him not try to escape, I can always find him."

John knew that Mundungus couldn't get it all together, and he was used to being arrogant as a member of the Johnny Silver Hands store during this period of time.

He offended almost all those who could be offended.

No one is willing to lend him money, and no one is willing to offend Johnny Yinshou.

Coming out of Johnny Silverhands, the sun was about to set.

He disapparates back home with a spellbook on the Fidelity Charm in his hand.

When he arrived at the door of the house, he found that there were many more people.

Those people looked casual, but they all had bulging waists.

That's a gun.

John stepped forward, a tall man wanted to stop him, but another white-skinned man with long hair hurriedly stopped him.

"Master Wick." The long-haired man said respectfully.

John asked, "Who are you?"

"Master, we are Mr. Wick's subordinates," the long-haired man winked at the people around him, telling him to restrain himself, as if he was afraid of scaring John.

"Subordinates?" John thought of his father's current status, didn't he dislike bringing these people home.

arrive home.

John saw his father explaining to Mrs. Wick.

"Why did you promise me, is it possible that you really regard yourself as the big boss of those underground forces?"

"Listen, honey, I don't want to either, but that black-haired man may keep coming to me."

"The wizard? Just because of one person, you gathered thirty people around the house!"

"I don't want to either, but I'm afraid he'll hurt you and John."

Standing at the door of the living room, John stood silently, listening to everything.

There was a cold light in his eyes, so there was a wizard who wanted to hurt his family.

"Who is that person?" His voice was colder than ever.

The couple who were still arguing froze, and a trace of panic flashed in Mrs. Wake's eyes.

Watson turned his head stiffly to look at his son.

John looked calm and asked, "Why is that wizard doing this, where is he?"

"John." Watson wanted to ease the embarrassment, such as telling a joke.

"Tell me." There was a storm in John's eyes.

Watson muttered: "I don't feel like a father at all."

Facing his son's question, he had no choice but to answer like this.

"Grimmauld Place?"

Knowing the cause and effect, John took a deep breath.

Watson was chased and cast the Forgetting Curse because he happened to see the wizard in action.

Fortunately, he thought it was a vendetta or something.

"What's that wizard's name?" John heard some clues from the story "Watson is a Real Car God".

The other party seemed to be carrying out some kind of organized activity, and Watson had heard the wizard's name before.

Watson thought for a while, and said, "According to the later wizard, it seems to be Sirius Black."

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