I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Harry wrote for hours before he was let go, but Umbridge looked like he was bound to have the words etched on his body.

After returning, he met Ron, who was making up a dream for a divination class.

When Ron asked about the confinement, Harry just copied sentences.

"That's quite easy, compared to wiping trophies and the like."

As someone who had been locked up a few times, Ron felt relieved.

But easy or not, only Harry himself knows.

The second confinement is still the same, copying sentences.

Harry felt that he was in a silent confrontation with Umbridge, and that he would win.

...

Plymouth Colony.

Silver Hands Johnny's American Branch.

Johnson's strong body like a pile of rocks is still blocking the door, and the people with evil intentions seem to have disappeared.

At night, he looked around with eyes as big as copper bells.

He tapped the pillar next to him with his fist, and the neon lights lit up above.

The angry salesman adjusted his bow tie and waited for the customer to arrive.

There are not so many people in the store at night, but they are all mysteriously dressed guys.

A short wizard came here, and Johnson frowned, because that guy looked like a wizard who was underage.

"Pass." Johnson didn't let the wizard go directly, but asked for something.

Johnny the Silver Hand at night is only open to those who have a pass. The little wizard's body is covered by the cloak, reaching out to search for something.

Just when Johnson was a little impatient, the guy made a surprise sound.

"found it."

Johnson reached out to ask for it, but found something thin and hard.

He looked down and met an ugly face.

This is a dwarf, pretending to be a child and whispering: "Pass."

The wand shot a red light at Johnson's arm, blasting him away.

"Stupid stupid big man, only size but no intelligence." The guy let out an ugly laugh.

Several explosions came from behind, and a person wearing a mask and cloak appeared.

Death Eaters.

They headed towards the Johnny Silver Hand store.

The angry salesman noticed that the visitor was not friendly, and immediately touched the wand.

Before he could make a move, the Death Eater walked in and pointed his wand at him.

"Petrificus Totalus"

The angry salesman put his feet together and fell backwards stiffly.

The other salesmen reacted and shot one after another, but this group of Death Eaters came prepared and attacked fiercely.

People who bought things were affected and all were knocked down.

The leading Death Eater took off his mask, revealing a pale face, and said coldly, "Take everything away, everything."

The five Death Eaters who came with him jumped over the counter and snatched the contents.

His eyes shifted to the door that was originally guarded by bodyguards, Xie Mei smiled and walked away.

The two wizards at the door had fallen and lost their breath.

He pushed open the door and went in, and there was a beautiful woman with an Asian face sitting in a wheelchair reading a book.

Seeing someone coming in, the woman looked calm.

"who are you?"

"There is another beautiful person here."

The Death Eater walked up to the woman with greed in his eyes.

"You may call me Antonin Dolohov, loyal servant of the Dark Lord."

His fingers wandered ambiguously on the back of the woman's hand, watching the woman turn pale because of the name of the Dark Lord, he leaned over and whispered ambiguously, "Tell me, what's your name, beautiful person."

"Don't think about someone saving you, everyone here has been dealt with."

Seemingly enjoying this trembling feeling, Antonin let out a deep laugh.

"Nagini." Nagini said, but it wasn't the trembling of fear that Antonin thought.

Looking at that face, she suddenly smiled, "You can also call me... Ms. Snake."

outside.

The Death Eaters who were robbing the Silverhand Johnny store didn't notice anything wrong.

Johnson, who should have passed out, opened his eyes. He rubbed his thick neck and patted the ashes on his body.

"What a bunch of dirty bastards."

He spat, stood up and tugged on the hemp rope, and a thick wooden stick fell down.

He grabbed the stick and rubbed his neck, walked into the shop, and swung it hard at a Death Eater whose back was turned to him.

Blood and brains splattered, and Death Eaters smashed into the counter.

The Death Eaters stopped, and they looked up. Johnson held a wooden stick in one hand, and greeted with a belligerent expression on his face, "Hey, you bastards."

After a short second, green light and red light flew alternately.

After a few minutes, the door to Nagini's room was opened.

Johnson walked in anxiously, half of the wooden stick was left in his hand, and the other hand was still holding the dwarf Death Eater's wand.

Nagini sat there, leafing through a book with his sapphire wand, beside the wheelchair Antonin had passed out.

"Huh—" Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, "I said I should find some bodyguards for you."

"Johnson," Nagini smiled, "we need a little Veritaserum."

Johnson shrugged and said, "That's illegal, well, I'll get you some, but I can't leave you here alone."

He grabbed the fallen Antonin and knocked on the bookshelf to reveal the door behind him, and threw him in.

Pushing Nagini's wheelchair, blood was everywhere outside.

The dwarf wizard was hung on the wall with his head sunken.

The irritated salesman jumped up at some point, courting Nagini.

"Ms. Snake, it's okay, I've taken care of everything."

Johnson glanced at him and sneered, "I just saw you lying there."

"I call it strategy." The angry salesman said unconvinced.

"Paul," Nagini said, "I hope you can deal with the rest of the matter."

"Okay, although I would rather be by your side." The angry salesman Paul shrugged and said, "Big Johnson, you'd better protect Ms. Snake."

"Shut up, I'll put your head in your ass." Johnson growled.

The two are used to fighting each other.

"Tell Tommy Shelby something happened here," Nagini said to a blank photo frame.

A voice came from the blank photo frame, "Wait a moment."

...

John knew the attack on Johnny's at Silver Hands was in the middle of the night.

His face was gloomy, and some things were unexpected.

Unexpectedly, the Death Eaters would attack first, and they were targeting Nagini abroad.

Their purpose is very clear, to snatch the equipment from Johnny the Silver Hand.

"Voldemort, I underestimated you." John's eyes flickered.

Fortunately, the branch of the Johnny Silver Hand store had a good defense, otherwise the Death Eaters might have succeeded.

He patronized the country, and the Death Eaters chose to start from abroad.

Now it seems that Voldemort is not a fool, he knows to look for weak points to attack.

Holding the silver contact record, John said coldly, "Let the steward of the [-]th district thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of the Death Eaters, and find out all the hidden Death Eaters."

The person in charge of the twelfth district dared not listen to his words.

Before the American Aurors could react, the Death Eaters hiding in the Plymouth colony were pulled out.

These people are not good stubble, John issued a death order again, and sent the Death Eaters to the Silver Hand Johnny store.

A day later, a security team showed up at the branch.

And he began to recruit soldiers in the local area, and the generous treatment made the local wizards very excited.

If it were someone else doing this, District [-] would have been unable to sit still.

But Johnny the Silver Hand and the security team are even more ruthless.

The group of Death Eaters all died strangely during the night.

The level of cruelty made the managers of the [-]th district tremble.

Aurors are helpless, there is no proof of death.

Lady Snake has become a man to be reckoned with in America's wizarding world.

...

Friday.

The Quidditch team drafts players, and Wood's graduation deprives them of a good keeper.

John found a fur hat that had been thrown away.

He picked it up and looked at it, it seemed to be Hermione's masterpiece.

There is still a note below, and John is a little speechless.

"Isn't that the equivalent of setting a trap for a house-elf?"

House-elves can be set free when they receive clothing from their masters.

At Hogwarts, students are the masters of the house-elves.

"She's still insisting on that association." John put the hat back and looked up.

Neville took the long strip of cloth and tapped it everywhere.

...