"Should I exchange some money?" John pondered, looking at the few pounds in his hand. It seemed almost comical that he, Tangtang Johnny Yinshou, nearly found himself short of cash. It was July when John returned to Privet Drive, stopping by the Dursleys' residence. Upon seeing John, Vernon Dursley was rendered speechless, while Dudley, stricken with fear, quickly sought refuge. John, feigning ignorance of their discomfort, presented Vernon with a large watermelon he had purchased. "Is Harry upstairs? Sorry to disturb you," John inquired politely. Given John's courteous demeanor, Vernon had no choice but to grudgingly respond, "Yes, he's up there," while eyeing John warily, contemplating when he might rid himself of John's presence. Since John's last warning, the Dursleys had eased their harsh treatment of Harry. Though they occasionally uttered a few harsh words, they dared not confine him as before.
Ascending the stairs, John heard murmurs from within. Harry was engrossed in a History of Magic essay when John knocked and entered. Harry, surprised by John's visit, had sought him earlier, only to find John in Knockturn Alley at the time. "Harry, would you like some ice cream?" John offered, producing a boxed ice cream from his bag. Harry, taken aback, accepted it, puzzled. "Did you come just to bring me ice cream?"
"Of course not," John replied with a smirk, dismissing the notion of being so superficial. With a casual wave of his hand, he closed the door, a gesture that left Harry in awe. Despite knowing the gap in their magical abilities, Harry hadn't realized it was so vast. He was still mastering spellcasting with a wand, while John could effortlessly cast spells without one.
John then retrieved two gloves from his bag and donned them. "What are you planning to do?" Harry inquired, noting John's prepared stance.
"You mentioned your wound was bothering you last time; I want to examine it," John explained. Unbeknownst to others, John was acutely aware of the significance of Harry's scar. As the seventh Horcrux, Harry harbored a fragment of Voldemort's soul. John had encountered extensive literature on the soul in both the Slytherin and Gryffindor Chambers of Secrets. The soul, a complex entity, had been a subject of diverse research among wizards. Although now taboo, soul studies were not uncommon in the past.
Equipped with anti-curse gloves, John gently probed Harry's scar, a scene that Harry found somewhat amusing yet rendered him helpless. John's enthusiasm seemed excessive to Harry, who had only mentioned his discomfort in passing. As Harry savored his ice cream, John meticulously examined the scar, confirming the presence of a potent spell, more akin to a curse.
"Could it be because of love?" John pondered. The spell of love that protected Harry was a marvel, impervious even to Voldemort. It shielded Harry, causing Quirrell to burn upon contact.
"John, are you okay?" Harry asked, noticing John's deep contemplation and fearing to move as his ice cream nearly melted.
"If you cut it..." John mused aloud, startling Harry into a cold sweat. "Calm down, John. I'm not a lab rat."
"Okay," John conceded, albeit somewhat disappointed. Understanding the structure of the Horcrux could potentially offer a means to counter Voldemort. "If you're in pain again, just let me know," he offered, concerned about Harry's well-being.
Harry nodded eagerly, relieved that John had abandoned any drastic measures. Upon returning home, John set about crafting new weapons, acquiring a plethora of equipment for the task. He melted silver Sickles mixed with Mithril, crafting a sword of sterling silver that floated in the air, a testament to his skill and determination to protect those he cared about. In the basement, John was engrossed in his work, manipulating silver liquid and blending it with various metals. After some time, the blade, now cooled, was polished meticulously by John. He then took out dragon's blood to engrave intricate patterns onto the blade. "The Sword of Iron Wick was previously corroded by snake venom. After refining it, I've managed to infuse the blade with the venom," John explained. He had disassembled Ironwick's sword and incorporated these materials into it, significantly increasing the blade's weight. Casting a spell to re-engrave the sword, he watched as flames engulfed it. Despite the high temperature, the silver sword remained intact, a testament to John's successful enhancement. "It may not rival the Sword of Gryffindor, but it's a magical item in its own right," he mused. After inspecting his work, John left some space on the sword for future spell additions, effectively upgrading Ironwick's sword in every aspect. "I'll name you Silver Wick," he declared, satisfied with his creation, and placed the sword into a small bag. This bag, a masterpiece from a master alchemist, featured a stable traceless stretching spell and offered ample space.
That night, John donned a silver mask and a green robe. With a flick of his wand, he disappeared, reappearing in Knockturn Alley through Apparition, which greatly facilitated his movements. Tang Mi was already there, accompanied by a stooped old man. Upon John's arrival, the old man, trembling with excitement, seemed on the verge of kneeling. John's gaze shifted to Tang Mi for an explanation.
"My lord, this is Old Jack from the werewolf community. He's come seeking your help," Tang Mi introduced. John recalled Fenrir, the former leader of the werewolf community, whom he had dealt with previously. "State your request," John commanded in a deep voice.
With a raspy voice, Old Jack said, "Respected Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, we seek your protection. After Fenrir's downfall, the werewolves scattered, leaving behind the old, weak, and sick among us."
John learned that following his confrontation with Fenrir, the werewolf community had disintegrated, leaving its most vulnerable members at the mercy of a dark wizard intent on their destruction. In desperation, they turned to John, the very person responsible for their plight.
After confirming the truth of Old Jack's words with Tang Mi, John responded, "I will grant your request for help. In return, you must ensure the werewolf community is well-managed."
Recognizing the potential in guiding the young werewolves properly, John saw an opportunity to harness a powerful force for the future. Overjoyed, Old Jack expressed his gratitude, hoping for Merlin's blessing upon John.
Days later, the werewolf community witnessed the demise of the dark wizard threatening them, marked by the emblem of Johnny Silverhand. This act, along with John's provision of Wolfsbane Potion to the young werewolves, alleviated their suffering during the full moon and solidified Johnny Silverhand's reputation as a protector.
Even the "Daily Prophet" sought an exclusive interview with him, with Rita Skeeter as the reporter. John, wary of her penchant for sensationalism, warned her against any misleading rhetoric. The resulting article, titled "Johnny Silverhand, the Great Good Man," showcased a different side of John, further enhancing his standing in the wizarding world. In a recent publication, the newspaper featured an article highlighting Johnny Silverhand's aspiration for global harmony and his desire to see an end to the suffering of young wizards due to hunger. It was rumored that Rita Skeeter even proposed to the editor-in-chief that Johnny Silverhand be honored with the "Annual Great Benefactor Award." However, the suggestion was ultimately declined by the editor-in-chief.
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