I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"I was wrong, sir, please let me go."

Screams for mercy echoed in the garden, John sighed and closed the book in his hand.

The black book cover has gilt writing on it, and the hand with the ring rests on it.

In front of him was Mundungus, who was brought before John.

Tang Mi frowned, and kicked the person who crawled 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."

"Your Excellency, I, I know that 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 to that place."

Mundungus was sent to the alchemy workshop as a test product for developing new potions because he was still in debt.

He spent six days a week in the hospital, and there was no way he could 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 faltered and couldn't speak.

"Or I can give you a new choice." John chuckled, throwing down a piece of parchment on the table.

Mundungus looked down, and there were names on it, each with a price marked on it.

John said calmly, "Kill them."

"These are?" Mundungus couldn't help trembling, the names of the Death Eaters were all on it, and yelled in horror, "No, I can't do it."

"That's a pity, you can't show the value you should have." John's face turned cold, and Mundungus was dragged away no matter how much he cried.

Tang Mi came over in 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 over, and the mask turned into a silver mist and dissipated.

To see Malfoy's mother, John didn't need to bring anyone else.

"Don't let Mundungus die, he still hasn't taken a hundred medicines."

"Silver Cross Ambulance Hospital is on standby at any time." Tang Mi said, "I think he can finish his drink."

John chuckled and walked to the other end of the garden.

No. 2, Tea Room, No. 1001, Knockover Garden, Knockover Lane.

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.

It's just that this place is not ordinary.

Overturned Gardens, where Johnny Silverhand made it.

It has gradually become a tourist attraction in Knockturn Alley.

Known as 'Knockturn Alley by Day'.

Those who dared not enter Knockturn Alley in the past, with Knockturn Garden as a bridge, began to be bold.

The scent of lavender floats in the secluded garden, and the breeze blows the lavender, making a rustling sound.

The boy came from the cobblestone path, holding a copy of "The Tales of Beedou the Poet" in his hand, with smooth black hair and handsome facial features.

He is dressed very casually today, and the loose cardigan gives him a bookish look.

Looks like a good boy who is harmless to humans and animals.

Seeing him, Narcissa felt less curious about her son's friends.

In her opinion, this child may just have some insignificant things to find himself.

This upset Narcissa, who was thinking about how to save her family from the quagmire.

She looked at John, and John looked at Narcissa.

There is nothing more regrettable in the world than the loss of beauty.

Narcissa has escaped this law, she has a lady-like temperament, unlike Mrs. Wick, she is more domineering.

They met during the World Cup, but at that time, neither of them paid much attention to each other.

"Mrs. Malfoy." John came over and nodded with a chuckle.

A waiter came over to ask, and John said casually, "A glass of water is fine."

The book was placed on the table, Narcissa glanced at it, it was just a story, she didn't care.

"Draco said that you have something to ask me? If it's those little things about studies, then you're looking for the wrong person." Narcissa suppressed the irritability, after all, she was her son's friend.

"Speaking of which, this is not the first time we've met, Mrs. Malfoy," John took a sip as the water glass was placed on the table, "Is Lucius okay?"

"Huh?" Narcissa frowned when she called her husband's name.

John chuckled, "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 the voice was different from before, low and hoarse.

The familiar voice made a possibility pop up in Narcissa's mind.

Her eyes widened, coffee spilled on the table, and she said in surprise, "You, you?"

"Are you surprised?" John said to himself, "Are you surprised by my youth, or by my honesty with you?"

He smiled lowly, and the laughter entered Narcissa's ears, making her unable to help but think in a bad direction.

No one has ever seen the true face of Johnny Silver Hand, let alone thought that this would be a student.

The king of Knockturn Alley, the second king of the wizarding world.

It turned out to be a boy?A student who hasn't graduated yet?

too crazy.

If it was true, why would Johnny Silverhand meet himself like this.

Was he ready to give up on Malfoy?

Is he going to kill me?

All kinds of messy thoughts buzzed around Narcissa like a harassing horsefly.

John snapped his fingers, and Narcissa's messy thoughts calmed down.

She stared at John and asked, "Qiang, why did you contact Draco? Lucius has already done something for you."

"Contact Draco?" John laughed, "You should figure out the cause and effect."

"It's not because Draco is Lucius' son that I contacted 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 only have one question, what is Draco to you?"

She was very scared. Could it be that the other party wanted to use her son to threaten the Malfoy family.

"Friend." Knowing what she was thinking, John said seriously, "He and I are friends, the kind of friendship that gives everything."

Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't have Legilimency, she could tell that John was serious about what he said.

Thinking of her son's changes over the years, Narcissa thanked her sincerely: "Thank you, Draco can have a friend like you."

"There is nothing to thank, a friend is a friend." John shook his head and said, "I asked you this time because I have something to ask."

"May I ask a question first?" Narcissa didn't dare to be as arrogant as before, she asked with some caution: "Why would you be honest with me?"

John said, "Because I think you need security right now."

"Sense of security?" Narcissa asked.

John looked at her and said, "The Malfoy family is on the verge of danger, and this is my expression of my trust in the Malfoy family."

Narcissa's expression moved, and she said in a concentrated voice: "Thank you again."

"Back to the point," John tapped his fingers on the table, and the spilled coffee disappeared. He said, "About your family, Blake."

"Black?" Narcissa was taken aback, "I have been away from that place for many years."

"I want to know about the Black family's heirs, your brothers and sisters."

"That's very 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, "Blake's generation has two sons and three daughters."

"The eldest, Bellatrix Black, 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, that is, I, Narcissa Black, married Lucius."

"Black was a pure-blood, which annoyed my cousin, Sirius Black, who ran away from home and was eventually struck off the family tree by his mother."

"The Black family is basically all Slytherins, and 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 is equivalent to Weasley having a Slytherin, and the two families are really at odds with each other by nature.

When the last person was mentioned, Narcissa's eyes were sad, which was completely different from when Sirius was mentioned just now.

"Regulus Black, the most favored child among Black, he has always been our pride, every choice he made, everyone likes him, he is a Slytherin, joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16 , following the glory of the Dark Lord, parents are proud of him."

"He's different from us, I know." Narcissa's eyes were red, she really liked this cousin.

"He treats Kreacher very well and has a strong sense of family responsibility. He joined the Death Eaters because of this."

"Until one day, he died, no one knew how he died, and his mother became crazy because of this."

Speaking of this, Narcissa choked up a little, "He is such a good child, I am very scared, afraid that Draco will die like him, and die for no reason."

She spoke of her long-standing knot, her favorite brother, died inexplicably under the hands of the Dark Lord.

They couldn't even see Regulus Black's body, and they didn't know anything.

"From that day on, everything changed." Narcissa stared blankly at the black hair of the boy in front of her, as if seeing her younger brother, "Two years later, Voldemort fell."

John was silent, 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 Black's house-elf."

"Thank you for your help." John stood up.

Narcissa rose to shake his hand.

Saying goodbye to Narcissa, John felt like he could basically lock onto two people.

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