Chapter 419 Silver Hand's Banquet
After dinner, Harry and Ron decided that Hermione couldn't go on.
That's Miss Know-It-All, how can she be decadent all the time.
The two tiptoed to Hermione's room.
Pushing back and forth at the door, afraid to go in first.
Ginny couldn't stand it anymore, so she went up and pushed hard, pushing both of them in.
She pushed so hard that Ron staggered against the corner of the bed.
A bang brought Hermione who was in a daze back to her senses.
Ron got up quickly, and Harry stood there, elbowing Ron like a silly son.
"Ahem, Hermione, are you okay? Did John forgive you?" Harry knew the art of language.
Hermione's eyes turned red when she heard it, and she turned her head sideways.
"Brother, you mentioned John again." Ron couldn't stand it any longer.
Harry was very embarrassed that Hermione's relationship with John was broken because of him.
Especially knowing that John was just taking out the soul fragment that would cause headaches for Harry, Hermione felt that she was sorry for John.
Ron saw that Harry was useless, so he had to do it himself.
He took the apple pie from Ginny, walked over tentatively, and said cautiously, "Mom made apple pie, and I brought you some."
"Thanks, Ron." Hermione wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes and took the apple pie.
Harry took the opportunity to come over, he and Ron exchanged glances, and sneaked a look at the pocket watch and the parchment on the table.
"I respect your choice. Before the balance tilts, no one will know the weight of the heart and feathers."
There was only one line on it, and Ron didn't understand why Hermione would be sad for a week.
Not only him, but Harry was also confused by this passage.
The ticking second hand of the delicate silver lily pocket watch.
In a quiet atmosphere, Hermione poked the apple pie into a puddle of mud with a fork.
"John asked me a question in the library." Hermione tormented Apple Pie with blank eyes. "If, one day, I had to choose between John and Harry, what would I do?"
Harry and Ron listened in silence.
"I felt panicked at the time,"
Hermione was talking about what happened in the library last semester, she lowered her head, unable to see clearly, her voice was full of loss and sadness.
"I can only tell him, no, there will be no such thing."
Hermione's voice was no longer as strong as before, which made people worry.
"I was terrified, afraid that something was wrong with my best friends," like a helpless kitten, wanting to be hugged. "He promised me that he wouldn't hurt Harry, and he did."
"He has always done it, and he has always kept his promise." Hermione sat on the bed with her knees bent, and buried her face, "But I didn't have the trust that a good friend should have. I misunderstood him and hurt him."
At the end, Hermione whimpered through the crook of her arms.
Harry sat beside her and comforted her: "At that time, I thought John was going to kill me. It's not your fault, Hermione, you just care about me."
"Just like Ron was kidnapped, I will make the same choice. We are best friends."
Hearing that he was being cited, Ron didn't dare to have an opinion, and nodded repeatedly.
"No, that's different." Hermione showed a pair of crying red eyes, "John was my first friend, he was never wary of me, he never hid anything from me."
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and John never hid it from her.
John buys a Firebolt, and Hermione is the first to use it.
Even what Hermione wanted to know, John would tell her bluntly.
Qunxing Club, and others.
John has always been honest, and he can't trust him at critical moments.
Hermione felt that she had betrayed John, her first best friend.
He even saved his own life.
"This might be the last present I'll ever receive." Hermione picked up the delicate silver lily pocket watch.
In the end, the two boys were of no use, and Ginny saw them only making matters worse.
Just play by yourself.
She kicked people out of the room, and Hermione finally left the room the next day.
And the enthusiasm for learning has reached a new level, making both Harry and Ron puzzled.
They were curious about what Ginny had said.
Ginny shrugged, "I asked her to apologize to him in person after reaching the same height as John."
"That's it?" Ron and Harry looked at each other.
"That's it!" Ginny thought for a while that she had done something bad, and it was the same, so she understood Hermione's feelings better.
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Ministry of Magic.
Arthur Weasley lingered for a long time at the door of Percy's office.
Whenever someone came by, he pretended to be busy.
In fact, he wanted to be busy with his son.
But every time the office opened, he couldn't help but pretend to pass by.
Percy also ignored his old father and was busy with his work.
After the fifth time Mr. Weasley went to pick the leaves of a poor orchid, he finally couldn't help it.
"Percy."
He called to Percy who was going to the elevator.
Percy stopped, looking sideways at him, paper still in hand.
The paternal awkwardness in Mr. Weasley's heart was suppressed, and he said with a straight face, "I want to talk to you."
"Joanna, take this document to the Auror office." Percy stopped a young witch, handed the document to her, turned and walked back to the office, "Let's talk in the office."
Percy opened the door and invited Mr. Weasley in.
When Mr. Weasley walked in, he saw a filing cabinet and a desk full of papers.
Closing the door, Percy motioned for Mr. Weasley to sit down freely.
He knocked on the table, and the seat above made room.
"What's this?" Mr. Weasley spotted an envelope on the desk.
The silver hand logo on it let him know at a glance who sent it.
"Johnny Silverhand, no, a letter from John Wick?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"A party," said Percy, with a casual glance. "What's up?"
"I want to say that I shouldn't have had that attitude before." After a ideological struggle, Mr. Weasley chose the fastest way to reconcile.
He sighed, "I shouldn't think you're too young, and I shouldn't dictate your decisions."
"It's all in the past." Percy seemed unreasonable, but his face was no longer tense and softened a lot.
"I won't interfere with your decisions anymore," said Mr. Weasley. "You're old enough to have your own mind."
The previous conflicts caused by the Order of the Phoenix disappeared with Mr. Weasley's resignation.
In fact, Mr. Weasley is also proud in his heart. His son participated in the capture of Death Eaters.
The father and son reconciled, and Mr. Weasley let go of a big knot.
He left Percy's office and walked to his own.
On the way, he stopped suddenly.
After the renovation, his office is very close to the Auror's office.
He heard voices from inside the door.
"An invitation to the Silver Hand Banquet?" Lippi, who is now a member of the Auror training class, said in surprise.
The director of the Auror Office, Ozzy Heard, received the invitation, and Lippi envied: "That's the dinner party of His Excellency Johnny Silverhand, and those who can go there are either rich or expensive, and you've finally made it through."
"The food there is cooked by the best chefs in the country, and the wine you drink is never less than a hundred Galleons." Lippi knew a lot, and said, "Those are second, and the connections gathered inside are the most terrifying."
"I heard that Minister Crouch is also one of them, and there are many dignitaries."
Judging from Lippi's tone, it seems that what he is going to is not a dinner party, but a pass for the upper class.
Just when Lippi was envious, an Auror handed the envelope with the silver hand mark to Lippi.
He was so pleasantly surprised that he danced so hard that he almost didn't have an awkward dance.
Ozzy went to the Silver Hand Banquet last time, and was promoted to director shortly after his return.
If I go there this time, maybe I can take a step forward.
Mr. Weasley's complexion changed when he heard it outside the door.
"Johnny Silverhand's influence in the Ministry of Magic is astonishing."
He really didn't expect that the contacts established by his son's peers would have such a terrifying influence.
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Silver Hand Manor.
As night approached, those dignitaries who usually don't show their faces have already entered here one after another.
This is the second time for Ozzy to come here, and Lippi even worked here as a security guard.
Lippi changed into his best clothes and seemed to take it very seriously.
John stood on the second floor of the manor. He was wearing a silver mask, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.
Tang Mi reported the arrival and left.
Jin came over, stood beside John and asked, "Are you sure?"
"They are all wolves," John said lightly, "greedy and bloodthirsty, they need some motivation to be more united."
"These people have also shown favor to Voldemort," Jin said, looking at the pure-blood families below.
"It's just for profit," John chuckled, "Now Voldemort is just a dog with a broken spine. I can give what he can, and I can give what he can't."
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, the interests in John's hands were enough to make these greedy wizards clung to them.
He wants to see which of these people are wise and which are martyrs.
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