I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Which Horcrux is it?"

John frowned. He had been exposed to the collection in Black's house.

Logically speaking, if there were Horcruxes, there was no reason why I didn't have access to them.

Or was it that Sirius didn't show him the entire collection last time?

Feeling bored for a while, John wished he could go to the Order of the Phoenix again.

It's a pity that if he did this, the Order of the Phoenix might have to change places.

"It has contact with the Black family, so it can be ruled out that it's like the time in the diary."

In her second year, another of Voldemort's Horcrux diaries was brought into Hogwarts by Ginny Weasley.

He originally thought it was brought in by outsiders, but it turned out that the Sword of Marvolo belonged to the Black family.

Only the person who takes it away can be called the owner.

Except for Sirius Black, almost everyone else in the Black family is dead.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

A name comes to mind.

Narcissa Malfoy...

Or rather, Narcissa Black.

Draco's mother and Lucius's wife.

The once eternally pure daughter of Black.

"I need to find a time, a time away from Voldemort and Lucius."

John needs to ask Narcissa out, and the way is through Draco.

Narcissa was not a Death Eater.

She is a smart woman and a good wife.

"I hope she can help me."

John pondered for a moment and stuffed the Sword of Marvolo into his small bag.

Leaving Silverhand Manor, he sent a message to Draco.

Although Draco Malfoy was a little confused as to why John wanted to see his mother, out of trust in John, he still found an opportunity to talk to Narcissa.

"That friend of yours really said that?" Narcissa was equally confused when she heard that her son's friend wanted to meet her.

But she is not her son. As a wise Slytherin, she can piece together the image of a friend from her son's few words.

A perfect Slytherin, with enough ambition and determination to protect his friends.

"Make an appointment with him," Narcissa said to her son.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Malfoy consciously wanted to accompany his mother, but Narcissa refused.

With her son's IQ being about the same as her husband's, she felt that it might not be suitable for her to go there.

This made Malfoy very depressed.

Narcissa didn't want her son to participate in her stupid husband's Death Eater behavior, and she had some doubts in her heart.

Why my husband has undergone many changes may not be obvious to others.

But as the person beside her, Narcissa could tell that Lucius had changed.

It’s not about how it turned out, but it’s like losing part of my memory.

This smart woman, through observation, was sure that the part of her husband's lost memory was related to Johnny Silverhand.

Lucius once addressed Johnny Silverhand as "Sir", but now he calls him by his first name.

All the respect that existed disappeared.

If it was because Voldemort was back, his whole body swelled.

That's impossible.

Lucius knew the power of Johnny Silverhand, and even if Voldemort came back, he would not immediately turn his back on him.

Eliminating all impossibilities, no matter how absurd the remaining answer is, it is true.

Lucius forgot that memory, or hid it.

And all of this is probably related to Johnny Silverhand.

Narcissa clearly remembered that one day Lucius excitedly told herself that he wanted to change something.

What is it?

That dark mark that stays with you for life.

Lord Johnny Silverhand promised to eliminate this thing.

From now on, Draco would no longer be said to be the son of a Death Eater behind his back.

Lucius changed, and Narcissa saw it.

I can give up all this only for my son.

Seeing Lucius lowering his knee to Voldemort, Narcissa looked away.

She was afraid something would happen to Lucius.

Resentful emotions came to mind.

Voldemort, why are you still alive? Why not die? Let our family no longer be involved in the whirlpool!

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Chapter 282 The Upside Down Garden and Narcissa

"I was wrong, Your Excellency, please let me go."

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

There are gilt writings on the black book cover, and the hand with the ring is placed on it.

Before him was Mundungus, who was being led in front of John.

Tang Mi frowned and kicked the person crawling 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."

"Sir, I, I know 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 that place."

Mundungus was sent to the alchemy workshop as a test subject to develop new potions because he could not repay his debts.

He spent six days a week in the hospital, and he couldn't go on.

"Then tell me, Mundungus, how can you repay my money?" John said lightly, "The only thing you have some value for is your healthy body."

His gaze made Mundungus shudder, and he faltered and was speechless.

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

Mundungus lowered his head and saw that there were names on it, each with a price marked on it.

John said calmly: "Kill them."

"Are these?" Mundungus couldn't help but tremble. The names of Death Eaters were all on them, and he shouted in horror, "No, I can't do it."

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

Tang Mi came over at the right 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 casually, and the mask turned into silver mist and dissipated.

John didn't need to bring anyone else with him when he was going to see Malfoy's mother.

"Don't let Mundungus die. He still has a hundred medicines left."

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

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

No. 1001, Tea Room No. 2, Knockturn Garden, Knockturn Alley.

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.

But this place is not ordinary.

The Upside Down Gardens, the place where Johnny Silverhand created it.

It has gradually become a tourist attraction in Kwantai Alley.

Known as ‘Knockturn Alley during the day’.

People who were afraid to enter Knockturn Alley in the past became bolder now that Knockturn Garden served as a bridge.

The scent of lavender wafts from the quiet garden, and the breeze rustles the lavender.

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

He was dressed casually today, and his loose woolen sweater gave him a bookish air.

He seems to be a good, harmless boy.

When Narcissa saw him, she felt less curious about her son's friend.

In her opinion, this child may just have some trivial things to look for himself.

This made Narcissa anxious as she thought about how to save her family from the quagmire.

She studied John, and John studied Narcissa.

There is no regret in the world more than that a beautiful woman will lose her beauty.

Narcissa escaped this law. She had a ladylike temperament. Unlike Mrs. Wick, she was more domineering.

They met during the World Cup, but at that time, they didn't pay much attention to each other.

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

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

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

"Draco said you have something to do with me? If it's a small matter about study, then you've come to the wrong person." Narcissa suppressed her irritation. After all, she was her son's friend.

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

"Huh?" Calling her husband by his first name made Narcissa frown.

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

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

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

"Are you surprised?" John said to himself, "Are you surprised that I am young, or are you surprised that I am honest with you?"

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

No one has ever seen Johnny Silverhand's true face, and no one would have thought that he could be a student.

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

Turns out to be a boy? A student who has not yet graduated?

too crazy.

If it was true, why did Johnny Silverhand meet him like this.