I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The ice cream is still what John paid for.

"Should I change some money?"

Looking at the few pounds in his hand, John felt that he seemed to be patronizing the wizarding world.

Tangtang Johnny Yinshou, almost couldn't pay the money just now.

7 month.

John returns to Privet Drive.

He stopped by and knocked on the Dursleys' door.

When Vernon Dursley saw John, he dared not speak out.

Dudley was so frightened that he quickly hid. John acted as if he hadn't seen it, and gave Vernon the big watermelon he bought.

"Is Harry up there, sorry to bother you."

There was nothing wrong with John's polite appearance, so Uncle Vernon could only muffle, "Yes, he's up there."

Vernon stared at John with small eyes, as if he was thinking about when he could get rid of John.

After John's threat last time, the Dursleys were no longer harsh on Harry.

Although I would say a few words occasionally, I didn't dare to lock people up.

John went upstairs and heard murmurs inside.

Harry was working on a History of Magic dissertation when John knocked on the door and entered.

Harry was surprised to see John coming. He had gone to find John, but John was in Knockturn Alley at that time.

"Harry, would you like some ice cream?"

John took out a boxed ice cream from the small bag, Harry took it in a daze, and asked in confusion, "Are you here to deliver ice cream to me?"

"Of course...not." John pouted, wondering if he was that kind of superficial person.

With a wave of his hand, the open door was closed.

After Harry saw this move, his eyes widened. Although he knew that there was a gap between himself and John, he didn't expect it to be so big.

I am still learning how to cast spells with a wand, and John can already cast spells without a wand.

When he came to Harry, John took out two gloves from his small bag and put them on.

"What are you going to do?" Harry couldn't help asking, seeing his ready posture.

John said: "You said last time that your wound hurts, I want to study it."

Others don't know, but John knows it very well.

As the seventh Horcrux, Harry has the soul that Voldemort inadvertently split in his body.

John saw many books on the soul level in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets. The soul is an extremely complicated thing.

At the time of the Big Four, wizards had various research directions.

It is not a strange thing to study the soul, but now, the soul has become a taboo.

Many studies on the soul are considered illegal. It is rare to have such an interesting material, and John will naturally not let it go.

He was fully armed, with anti-curse magic gloves on his hands, and reached out to touch Harry's scar.

This scene was a bit funny, and Harry looked helpless.

In his opinion, John was too enthusiastic. He only mentioned it casually once, and John remembered it till now.

While eating ice cream, Harry was being played by John on his scar.

After studying for a while, John confirmed that there is indeed a very powerful spell in it.

It's more like a curse than a curse.

"Because of love?"

John was lost in thought. As the greatest miracle of this century, even Voldemort could not break the spell of love on Harry.

This spell will always protect Harry, and the possessed Quirrell will be burned just by touching it.

"John, are you all right?"

Seeing John lost in thought, Harry didn't dare to move. The ice cream in his hand was almost melting.

"If you cut it..."

Hearing John's self-talk, Harry was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly said, "Calm down, John, I'm not a guinea pig."

"Ok."

John felt a little pity. If he could research the structure of the Horcrux, he might be able to deal with Voldemort.

"If you're in pain again, just tell me."

Knowing that Harry's pain came from Voldemort, John asked worriedly.

Harry nodded quickly, afraid that John would try to cut himself open again.

After returning home, John began to forge new weapons.

For this reason, he also got a lot of equipment, and pieces of silver Sickle mixed with Mithril were melted.

A sword made of sterling silver floats in the basement.

"The currency of the wizarding world is minted by goblins, and it contains goblin casting techniques."

John manipulated the silver water and added various metals to it.

After a while, the blade cooled down and John polished it.

Take out the dragon's blood and engrave patterns on it.

"The sword of Iron Wick was corroded by snake venom. After re-refining, it has snake venom attached to it."

Ironwick's sword has been disassembled by John, and the above materials have been added to this sword.

This increases the weight of the blade a lot.

The spell that re-engraves the sword, ignites the flame.

Under the high temperature, the silver sword showed no signs of melting.

This means that John's sword succeeded.

"Although it is not as good as the sword of Gryffindor, it is still a magic item."

After waving it, John reserved some space on the sword, preparing to use it as a location for subsequent additions of spells.

The current sword can be called an upgraded version of Ironwick's sword in every respect.

"I'll call you Silver Wick."

Nodding in satisfaction, John stuffed the sword into the small bag.

This small bag is worthy of being the work of a master alchemist. The structure of the traceless stretching spell inside is stable, and the space is very large.

...

night.

John dons a silver mask and a green robe.

With a wave of his wand, his body disappeared, and he reappeared in Knockturn Alley.

With Apparition, it was much easier for John to get in and out.

Tang Mi was already waiting there, and a stooped old man was beside him.

There was a crackling sound, and John appeared in front of them.

The old man was trembling with excitement and wanted to kneel down.

John looked at Tang Mi, and Tang Mi explained: "My lord, this is old Jack from the werewolf community. He came here to seek your help."

Werewolf community?

Wasn't Fenrir, who had his arms and soul taken away by him last time, the leader of the werewolf community?

John said in a deep voice, "Say your request."

With a hoarse voice, Old Jack said, "Respected Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, we hope to get your protection. After losing Fenrir, those werewolves fled in all directions, leaving us a group of old, weak, sick and disabled."

It turned out that after John solved Fenrir that day, the werewolves in the werewolf community fled one after another.

They are all guys with lives in their hands. If they are caught, they can only be with dementors.

Old Jack and the weak are at the bottom of the werewolf community. After they lose their shelter, a black wizard wants to kill them all.

In desperation, they had no choice but to seek help from the instigator of everything.

After John finished listening, he first looked at Tang Mi, asking if it was true.

"My lord, Old Jack's group of werewolves are all thin and weak werewolves, they don't have the strength to kill wizards."

Hearing this, John nodded and looked at the nervous old Jack. John said lightly: "I accept your request for help. As a condition, I need you to manage the werewolf community well."

Werewolves are a powerful force, and there are many young werewolves bitten by Fenrir in the werewolf community.

John just needs to guide them well, and they will be a great force in the future.

Old Jack was very excited, he stammered: "Thank you very much, Your Excellency Johnny Silver Hand, may Merlin bless you."

A few days later, the body of a black wizard was thrown out in the werewolf community.

The mark belonging to Johnny Silverhand rises from the werewolf community, which makes those dark wizards flee like birds of prey.

Not only that, John also sent a monthly ration of wolf poison potion to the little werewolves in the community to help them get rid of the pain of the full moon.

This move once again made Johnny Silverhand famous.

Even the "Daily Prophet" had an exclusive interview with him, and the reporter was Rita.

"I hope there will be no weird rhetoric."

John glanced at Rita, who trembled in fright, and nodded hurriedly to promise that she would write well.

A report titled Johnny Silverhand, the Great Good Man, was published in the newspaper, which stated that Johnny Silverhand's wish was world peace, and that all little wizards would no longer suffer from hunger.

I heard that Rita also suggested that the editor-in-chief should give Johnny Silver Hand an annual great benefactor award, but the editor-in-chief rejected it.

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