With the wealth John had amassed, purchasing a manor was a trivial matter. The once Shafiq Manor had been transformed and now bore the name Silver Hand Manor. It became a gathering place for some of the most influential figures, who were rarely seen in public. Each guest held an invitation card as they entered, greeted by the members of the Silver Hand security team. This elite group consisted of retired Aurors and full-time dark wizards, showcasing a formidable force that could rival any pure-blood family. It was no surprise then that Shafiq had been ousted so effortlessly.
The guest list was a veritable who's who of the wizarding world, including pure-blood families, Ministry of Magic officials, and international wizards. Potions Master Dharma Alex made an entrance in an elegant azure blue robe, his cane subtly modified, and the Merlin First Class Medal pinned to his chest, drawing attention. Lucius Malfoy, accompanying John, was dressed in a black velvet suit, his left hand adorned with a gemstone ring the size of a pigeon egg, prompting many to reassess their opinions of him.
However, it was the figure in the silver mask that captured the most attention, with many guests offering flattering smiles and eager pleasantries. "I'm very glad you could join us at my banquet," John, now known as Johnny Silverhand, began, his silver ring and emerald gleaming under the light. His words prompted immediate silence among the attendees.
Barty Crouch was among the crowd, his gaze fixed on Lucius. John continued, "Tonight, we are joined by officials, scholars, and even those who have strayed. Each of you plays a crucial role in the magical world, much like gears in a machine."
Under the soft glow of the manor's lights, a diverse mix of guests mingled harmoniously - Ministry officials, former Death Eaters, pure-bloods, half-bloods, Muggle-borns, and even a werewolf. It was a testament to Johnny Silverhand's prestige and generosity that such a gathering was possible.
Concluding his speech, John raised his glass, "To the world that unites us, to friendship and mutual support in times of need. Let us face future challenges with respect and resilience. Though we may face death, it will only make us stronger, as long as we do not turn on each other." The guests raised their glasses in agreement, savoring the rich aroma of the wine.
As the banquet continued, it became clear that this event was not just about strengthening John's own position but also about fostering interconnected interests among the attendees. Discussions flowed freely, former enemies toasted to new beginnings, and business deals were quietly negotiated. Every laugh and clink of glasses solidified this network of interests, with Johnny Silverhand at its core.
Piers Thicknesse, the new head of the Auror Office, approached John with a glass of wine. "Your Excellency, may I have the honor of toasting with you?" he asked respectfully. John, recognizing Piers' adeptness at navigating the political landscape, agreed. Piers then mentioned the need for Auror defense funds to purchase new equipment, subtly hinting at seeking John's support.
John, pleased with Piers' loyalty, offered him a discount, a gesture that delighted Piers. However, as Piers reached for another glass, John cautioned him, "Moderation is key, especially in such company. Let's not overindulge in the wine." This moment highlighted John's role not just as a host but as a leader, guiding his allies with wisdom and foresight. Pierce, after being gently reminded, suddenly realized his mistake. He expressed his gratitude profusely, humbly lowered his posture, and proceeded to mingle with others, wine glass in hand. Tang Mi approached John discreetly and whispered, "My lord, Old Barty is awaiting your presence in the room."
John set his wine glass aside, politely declined an invitation from a scholar, and made his way to the study that once belonged to Sean Shafik. There, Old Barty Crouch was already seated on the sofa, his short gray hair neatly combed, a look of concern etched across his face. Upon seeing John enter, he instinctively stood up, only to be gently urged back into his seat by John.
"Barty, my friend," John began, settling behind the desk and absentmindedly stroking the ring on his left hand. "You seem troubled. What's on your mind?"
Old Barty Crouch hesitated, the events of the day reigniting a flicker of resistance within him. However, he rose, approached the desk, and with a mix of bitterness and regret, confessed, "Your Excellency, I've made a grave mistake."
He recounted the days surrounding Voldemort's downfall, a time when, as Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he was tasked with prosecuting Death Eaters. The revelation that his own son was among them had shattered his pride and plunged him into despair. Despite upholding justice by sending his son to Azkaban, the decision cost him dearly, both personally and professionally, ultimately costing him the chance to become Minister of Magic.
"I made an unforgivable decision," he continued, his voice low and hoarse. "My wife pleaded with me to save our son, even at the cost of her own life." He revealed how, through the use of Polyjuice Potion, his wife had switched places with their son in Azkaban, only to die shortly after, leaving everyone to believe Barty Crouch Jr. had perished, unaware of his escape.
John listened intently, his gaze deepening. "My friend, your candor honors me. Tell me, how can I assist you in return?"
Old Barty's confession was not without purpose. "I wish to fight again, Your Excellency," he declared, a renewed sense of determination in his eyes. He saw an opportunity to reclaim the position he had lost, with John, now known as Lord Johnny Silver Hand, being pivotal to his aspirations.
John's response was a smile of approval. "Old Barty, your honesty and resolve have not gone unnoticed. I've been awaiting this moment."
He stood, took Old Barty's hand, and assured him, "My friend, I will provide you with the opportunity to prove yourself once more."
Moved by John's support, Old Barty understood the significance of this gesture. John was not only offering his backing but was also entrusting him with a chance to redeem himself.
"The Triwizard Tournament presents an excellent opportunity, Old Barty. I will support you, for our friendship transcends blood," John confided, hinting at the delicate matter of Barty's son. "At this crucial juncture, discretion is paramount."
Old Barty was acutely aware of the implications. Any association with his son, a known Death Eater, could spell disaster. Despite his conflicted feelings, he recognized the necessity of John's advice.
John, sensing Old Barty's inner turmoil, offered a comforting gesture. "My friend, should you find yourself in need, do not hesitate to seek me out."
As Old Barty departed, John watched him leave, contemplating the complexities of loyalty and sacrifice. "If it were up to me, I would protect his son," he mused, alone in the office, pondering the weight of the secrets they shared. Heinrich Edgar entered the study through the side door, his golden eyes alight with an uncontrollable enthusiasm as they settled on John. "Heinrich, your idea has merit, but it's not the ultimate solution," John said with a chuckle. Indeed, the newcomer was Heinrich Edgar. With the members of the Star Club now confirmed, John was the first to reveal his allegiance. As a staunch supporter of John, Heinrich felt a deep sense of recognition upon learning of this identity. Much like his uncle had once followed Voldemort, Heinrich was determined to align himself with the strongest leader. John, observing Heinrich's pale face—a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings of the manor—smiled and proposed, "I'm planning a journey. Would you be interested in joining me? Perhaps I could introduce you to a friend." The prospect of Heinrich meeting Kim Ludisley intrigued John.
Heinrich nodded in agreement. He was not a follower of Johnny Silverhand; his loyalty lay solely with John Wick. During a recent banquet, Lucius Malfoy encountered several of his former comrades among the Death Eaters. They congregated to discuss the pressing issue of the Dark Mark. Standing beside Lucius was a wizard, notable for his missing half nose and a leg, who listened with rapt attention. Lucius took the opportunity to introduce this individual to the other Death Eaters, ensuring his integration into their circle.
This gathering marked a pivotal moment, as alliances were formed and strategies discussed. The air was thick with anticipation and the weight of shared histories, as these wizards—once bound by their allegiance to Voldemort—now navigated the complexities of their current realities. The introduction of the wizard with the missing half nose and a leg symbolized the enduring connections and loyalties within their ranks, even as they faced an uncertain future.
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