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Capítulo 98: 98: Lucius and the Letter

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius Malfoy hadn't been doing well lately.

He had threatened the other Hogwarts governors, forcing them to sign a notice suspending Dumbledore from his duties.

Because of this, he was expelled from the school board after Dumbledore's return.

This was bad news for the Malfoy family, but even worse was the issue of the Malfoy family's Dark artifacts.

Almost every ancient pure-blood family possesses two things: a house elf and Dark artifacts.

The Malfoy family was no exception, and having once followed Voldemort, the Malfoy Manor was practically filled with Dark artifacts.

Voldemort did not trust the Malfoys, but considering their ancient lineage and those Dark artifacts, he treated Lucius with special favor.

Now, that damn Arthur Weasley was keeping a close eye on Malfoy Manor, and Lucius didn't yet know that his son had mentioned the cellar where the Dark artifacts were hidden.

He was genuinely afraid that one day Arthur Weasley would kick open the doors of Malfoy Manor and drag the entire Malfoy family off to Azkaban.

Lucius wanted to sell the artifacts, but the Borgin and Burkes antique shop, with which he had close dealings, was long gone.

He thought of Sean Shafiq; that old buzzard would certainly be interested in these items.

But that man was notoriously greedy and would drive the price down to the point where there was no profit, so Lucius hesitated for a long time.

He just didn't expect that in his moment of hesitation, when he returned to the Shafiq residence, it was already deserted.

"Damn Weasley, damn Harry Potter!"

Lucius slammed his fist on the stair railing, frustrated and angry.

"Calm your temper, Lucius."

Narcissa Malfoy, noticing him, raised her chin slightly, looking very proud.

"Narcissa, Arthur Weasley could come running over here at any moment."

Lucius, on the verge of venting his anger, had to hold it back due to his wife's presence.

All he could do was grasp the railing furiously, seething with impotent rage.

"You can hide the Dark artifacts or sell them, Lucius. Do not show weakness in front of Draco."

Mrs. Malfoy approached Lucius, her gaze passing through the window to rest on their son, who was practicing magic outside.

She could feel that her son had changed a lot at Hogwarts.

He used to be well-behaved, but because of his parents, he became a crybaby who always called for his father. The current Draco was completely different.

Even a daughter from the ever-pure Black family becomes sentimental when she becomes a mother.

Draco's transformation made Narcissa very pleased, and she also comforted her husband.

Lucius was feeling irritable, raising his voice slightly as he said, "Of course, I know that, but that Arthur Weasley seems to know about my storage. He swore that day he would make me spend the rest of my life in Azkaban."

"I want to sell the Dark artifacts now, but Borgin and Burkes has been taken to Azkaban, and that old vulture, Sean Shafiq, has relocated his family. I have no idea who to turn to."

The Malfoy family wasn't short on money; what he needed was a temporary place to store his family's belongings.

Borgin and Burkes used to be such a place; items sold there could be bought back at the original price, a mutual understanding between the two families.

Now that Johnny Silverhand's specialty shop has replaced Borgin and Burkes, he heard that the people there seemed to have close ties with the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius didn't dare to gamble. If the other side turned him over to the Ministry, he'd be stuck in Azkaban, receiving daily kisses from Dementors.

The mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

Narcissa noticed his concerns and said, "You have to try. I don't want our son to have a father who's locked up in Azkaban."

Lucius's expression changed several times.

At that moment, a long-eared black owl arrived at Malfoy Manor.

A letter dropped onto the windowsill. Lucius glanced at it but didn't go over to pick it up.

He instinctively thought the house-elf Dobby would pick it up and carefully bring it to him.

However, he had forgotten how he had been tricked by Harry. Realizing this, his face darkened, and he stomped over to the letter with a vengeful heavy tread.

This was a special letter.

There was no name on it, only a black wax seal with a silver handprint.

Lucius thought of the current king of Knockturn Alley.

'Johnny Silverhand.'

The emblem on the letter was the same as the one for Johnny Silverhand's specialty shop, which made him inexplicably nervous.

He had just been thinking about Johnny Silverhand's specialty shop, and now they had sent him a letter.

Even though he knew it was a coincidence, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

As he opened the letter, his expression changed several times.

Narcissa took note of everything, walking over to pick up the letter and read it.

Like Lucius, Narcissa became puzzled and asked, "Do you know Johnny Silverhand?"

Lucius shook his head, his expression peculiar as he said, "We've never met."

The couple exchanged a glance. The letter mentioned a willingness to provide a hiding place for the Malfoy family's Dark artifacts.

Not only that, but Johnny Silverhand also expressed his willingness to help Lucius regain his position on the Hogwarts board of governors.

Each of these things was fraught with risk.

'Why would Johnny Silverhand be willing to help?'

The couple couldn't figure it out, and Lucius hesitated, saying, "Could it be that he is...?"

Lucius's lips moved slightly, and his gaze instinctively shifted to his left hand.

Narcissa's face grew stern. Regarding the matter of the Death Eaters, whoever was discovered would undoubtedly be sent to Azkaban.

Aside from being a Death Eater, Lucius truly couldn't fathom why Johnny Silverhand would want to help him.

Staring at the letter, the couple fell into deep thought.

Draco Malfoy, unaware of the choice his parents were facing, was fully endorsing John's words at this moment.

"Only your own strength is the greatest glory."

He aimed at a human-shaped target, imagining it as Harry Potter, casting spells at the target repeatedly.

After experiencing the cold reception from his team and his father's dismissal, he had undergone a complete transformation.

Even when Goyle and Crabbe arrived, they could only serve as sparring partners.

...

The depleted Junior Wizard Fund was replenished, making Mundungus feel as though he was being carved up with a knife.

Having witnessed Johnny Silverhand's strength, the wizards who had previously refrained from visiting due to the Shafiq family's influence could finally patronize freely.

In a short amount of time, the sales at Johnny Silverhand's specialty shop multiplied several times over.

Kim Ladislay's bright smile never faded, accompanied by the constant sound of Galleons clinking.

John had prepared an office for himself; he was sitting inside, holding letters sent from various sources in his hand.

"Thank you for your hard work, Riddle."

John reached out and petted the long-eared black owl, feeding it a piece of dried fish.

There were many letters, most of which were from the dark wizards of Knockturn Alley, paying their respects and inquiring about the new rules.

Previously, these matters were controlled by the Shafiq family. Now that a new king had taken over, they were quite tactful.

Of course, there were also some who were less tactful.

In those cases, John would offer them an offer they couldn't refuse, like a trip to Azkaban or a bite from a werewolf.

Heh~

These individuals quickly became compliant.

Before taking action, John would send a letter of condolence to those individuals.

This letter was also known as the Silverhand Letter. The content was simple, expressing regret over not becoming friends, with a large silver handprint stamped on it.

Those who received such a letter would either come crawling to make amends the next day or disappear from Knockturn Alley altogether.

Under such intimidation, everyone knew that Johnny Silverhand was even more ruthless and decisive than the previous Sean Shafiq.

"Hmm? A reply.."

A letter from Malfoy Manor caught John's attention.

He opened the envelope.

The content inside made the corners of his mouth curl up slightly, and he smiled, saying, "Lucius Malfoy is a sensible person, but the matter of the Death Eaters still needs to be handled carefully."

Knowing that Lucius is a Death Eater, it's clear he's not a very loyal one.

During Voldemort's peak power, he strutted around with arrogance, but once Voldemort fell, Lucius was one of the first to actively sever ties.

This aligns perfectly with the traits of a Slytherin: following the powerful, being cunning, and prioritizing self-preservation.

When Voldemort is resurrected, Lucius will return to his side, but he is certainly not a die-hard follower.

The true loyalists of Voldemort are all sitting in Azkaban; the ones outside are merely the lackeys cheering from the sidelines.

"I need to make good use of this identity."

John stroked his chin.

As Johnny Silverhand, he had already become a figure of some influence.

Given that Knockturn Alley was a focus of his efforts, naturally, John wouldn't just remain there.

Diagon Alley was where the real action was, as it's the place all wizards across the country visit.

Reapplying his mask, John descended the stairs.

Every wizard who saw that mask would bow with a mixture of fear and respect.

This scene did not go unnoticed by the Aurors keeping watch; they realized that someone even more troublesome than Sean Shafiq had emerged.

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Capítulo 99: 99: Apparition and the Daily Prophet

"The most important thing to remember are the three 'Ds': destination, determination, and deliberation.

When performing it, focus your attention on your destination, be determined to occupy the space you envision, and act with deliberation."

Tommy Shelby was a master of Apparition, and John estimated his level to be about 5.

In this desolate forest, John was learning the spell of Apparition.

To be precise, this spell was divided into two parts:

Disapparition and Apparition.

The difference between the two was that one was disappearing at the starting point, and the other was appearing at the destination.

You need to master both steps carefully, otherwise, you might end up with a Splinching situation.

Just like now, John stared blankly at his missing ring finger.

"You're doing quite well, actually. Some people have even managed to decapitate themselves while attempting Apparition."

Tommy was treating John with Dittany. The boss's secret mission turned out to be remedial lessons.

Tommy thought that if he hadn't become an Auror back then, he might have been able to teach at Hogwarts.

With his finger reattached, John wiggled it a bit.

"This Splinching doesn't feel like being cut apart, more like being separated."

Aside from its convenience, Apparition is actually quite an uncomfortable experience.

It's like being forcefully stuffed into a narrow pipe and then squeezed out at the other end.

After many attempts, John finally got Apparition to appear on his spell list.

At the thought of having to continue leveling up while risking getting splinched, John decisively used his skill points to upgrade.

At level 2, Apparition felt completely different.

John immediately decided to give it a try.

"Apparition should not be rushed. It took me several weeks to succeed for the first time. Remember the three D's: destination, determination, and... what the fuc-!" 

Tommy was still mumbling on when suddenly, a loud crack echoed in his ears.

He stared in a daze as John appeared 100 meters away, his body perfectly intact.

John felt a bit dizzy when he landed, but it was within an acceptable range.

His body also didn't show any signs of splinching, which meant he had successfully mastered the spell.

Trying again, he appeared next to Tommy. Although his position was slightly off, it wasn't too far off the mark.

Seeing Tommy's dumbfounded expression, John smiled and asked, "What were you just saying?"

"Uh... just pretend I never said anything."

This was the first time Tommy realized the gap between ordinary people and those favored by the heavens.

Back in the day, he had experienced splitting at least a dozen times, and the worst one almost cost him a leg.

But when it came to John, he only experienced a minor Splinching once, and within a day, he had already mastered Apparition.

This truly made Tommy envious.

Now that John had learned Apparition, he no longer needed to take a car back and forth every day.

The Floo Network in the nearby house where Mundungus used to stay had been cut off, probably due to overdue payments.

That guy was incredibly stingy. Even though he was now earning 300 Galleons, he still made himself look like a beggar.

Well, you could say wizards always had a unique sense of style, so John wouldn't interfere too much.

Glancing at Tommy beside him, John thought he might as well give him a change of clothes.

Judging by the looks of it, Tommy had been wearing his current outfit for quite some time. The patches didn't quite fit the style of the Silver Hand Johnny's specialty shop.

You could only say Tommy had been terrified of poverty. The year he became a werewolf, he often couldn't even afford to eat.

John found a place to get Tommy a new set of clothes, and he also sent some to the security team.

The original gathering that looked like a beggars' convention instantly turned into a supermodel runway.

Even the soon-to-be-retired Remus Lupin wasn't left out; John treated everyone equally.

This made Lupin very touched.

In fact, Lupin had already received an invitation before Lockhart resigned, but he chose to delay his departure just to get an extra bottle of Wolfsbane Potion.

The Wolfsbane Potion available on the market couldn't compare to the one from within Silverhand Johnny's, and Lupin was doing everything he could to maintain his sanity while teaching students at Hogwarts.

He saved the one bottle of Wolfsbane Potion he received each month and used his own money to buy the cheapest version to get through the full moon.

Tommy turned a blind eye to his actions. After all, being a fellow werewolf, he knew Lupin was a good person and chose to wish him well.

"Thank you, Lord Silverhand."

The security team members, dressed in new clothes and equipped with protective amulets and magical rings, all had a different aura about them.

"Remus, you're always welcome back here."

John knew that werewolves don't last long in other places of employment. He instructed Mundungus, "Prepare three bottles of the best Wolfsbane Potion for him."

These three bottles were a farewell gift, and John didn't ask where Lupin was heading.

Anyone who leaves me, I'll give a million.

So how much could those who stay and work earn? Wouldn't it be a billion?

Applause from those who understood!

Lupin was full of gratitude; out of all the jobs he had encountered, John was the only one who truly treated werewolves as colleagues.

A copy of the Daily Prophet was delivered by an owl. John picked it up, and the headline was about a new ruler in Diagon Alley.

Of course, things like this usually weren't supposed to be mentioned.

The editor, named Rita Skeeter, was notorious for being provocative. In her article, she referred to Johnny Silverhand as the "Second King," comparing him to a second ruler beneath the Ministry of Magic.

"She does write a good article, though."

John saw things in there that he had never done before, like chopping people up to feed to dragons or using Nifflers to steal from Gringotts.

He marveled, "She's practically another great writer like Lockhart."

Reading with great interest, John even started to feel as if he were ruling the magical world.

"Oh? There's an exclusive news preview?"

John noticed that Rita Skeeter had even more exclusive news.

"Unveiling the true face of the Second King, Johnny Silverhand: Is he a faceless man or an undead? Stay tuned."

Reading out the preview, John was a bit dumbfounded himself.

"Exclusive interview? Unveiling? How come I didn't know about this?"

A string of three questions, and John himself had no idea he had accepted an exclusive interview.

He figured this was probably just Rita Skeeter making things up again, so he didn't pay much attention.

He fed some fish snacks to Riddle, who was perched on the table with its round eyes wide open. Meanwhile, a beetle silently landed on the windowsill. (Riddle is the black cat from the previous chapter)

John stroked Riddle's head, musing, "Public opinion is also a powerful force. Controlling it could come in handy one day."

Never underestimate public opinion, especially in an era when the internet isn't yet widespread.

Most people get their information from newspapers and television, particularly in the magical world, where ordinary wizards rely solely on newspapers and magazines to learn about what's happening in the world.

As the undisputed leader, the *Daily Prophet* controls more than 90% of public opinion.

There's also *The Quibbler*, which has decent sales, but unfortunately, most people treat it as a joke magazine.

John scratched Riddle's head, making it narrow its eyes comfortably.

The beetle at the window flew a bit further into the room, and a candle with eyes on the table lit up.

John noticed this and waved his hand, causing the window to slam shut instantly.

The pupils in the eyes enlarged until they nearly took up the entire space, and John scanned the room.

He quickly detected the beetle.

The beetle tried to crawl out through a crack in the window. John picked up a brass paperweight from the table, transformed it into a bottle, and swiftly caught the escaping beetle, stuffing it into the bottle.

John stared at the bottle; he "saw" that the beetle had magic within it.

"An Animagus?"

Thinking of Transfiguration, John opened the bottle. As the beetle flew out, he immediately used his wand.

"Revelio."

The beetle flying through the air transformed into a woman wearing green clothes.

Her strange curly golden hair, paired with a long, sharp chin, gave her face an awkward appearance.

Her glasses, extravagantly encrusted with jewels, sat crookedly on her face, which was painted bright red.

Rita Skeeter.

John looked at her in surprise, a sense of unease creeping over him.

Good thing he hadn't taken off his mask, or tomorrow's Daily Prophet headline might have been: "Shocking: Silver Hand Johnny Is Actually a Hogwarts Student."

Animagi are incredibly hard to guard against. If not for John's enhanced perception and his Eye of Dragon, which was even more sensitive than a Sneakoscope, he might have been completely fooled.

Revealed, Rita Skeeter was filled with fear, her eyes behind the silver mask unnaturally dark.

John pointed his wand at Rita and said in a low voice, "Give me a reason not to feed you to a dragon."

"Honorable Johnny Silverhand, this is all just a misunderstanding," Rita replied, rubbing her hands awkwardly, as if trying to talk her way out of it.

John looked at her with a faint smile, and his wand shot out a white light that exploded near Rita's feet.

"Ouch!"

"An unregistered Animagus... If the Ministry of Magic were to find out about this, it could be quite an interesting development."

"I-I was wrong, Lord Silverhand Johnny, please have mercy on me," Rita pleaded, filled with terror. She had relied on her Animagus form to dig up a lot of juicy stories over the years.

If the Ministry found out, the high-ranking officials she had offended would certainly send her to Azkaban.

She begged for mercy, and a strange glint flashed in John's eyes.

Kekeke

Talk about a stroke of luck~

This was the perfect person to control public opinion.

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