I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Dumbledore also saw it and stopped Harry.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, can you leave this person to me?"

After seeing Voldemort with his own eyes, Dumbledore knew that he needed to make plans.

There is no testimony more convincing to the public than that of Peter Pettigrew.

Only by getting the wizarding world to move can they hope to defeat Voldemort.

Now, even with the Elder Wand, he could not defeat Voldemort.

old.

Time is the most powerful magic, and even the greatest wizard cannot resist it.

He spoke out, hoping that John would keep Peter Pettigrew, and he was even more worried that in his anger, John would do something irreversible.

John stopped and looked back at Dumbledore.

That old man, John used to respect him.

Now, he has completely given up.

"Dumbledore," John said coldly, "I will settle our accounts with you."

He didn't give Dumbledore any face and didn't want to pay attention to the so-called justice.

But these words made Tang Mi couldn't help but widen his eyes, that was Dumbledore.

Tang Mi, who knows John's identity, knows what this means, a student settling accounts with his principal.

"I no longer need your help, and you don't have to expect anything from me."

Under Dumbledore's gaze, John disapparated and disappeared.

Then everyone else disapparated one after another.

The only ones left here are Harry, Dumbledore, and the suppressed Li Huo who lost his magic power.

Even if he couldn't defeat Dumbledore, John would still give him some unpleasantness.

…

Harry went back.

He was taken back by Dumbledore.

Only he goes back.

Everyone wanted to know what happened, and Harry was still immersed in the terrible thing just now.

After Dumbledore returned, he immediately launched a search of the school.

Old Batty brought beaters, and they found Moody wandering in the Forbidden Forest.

He was under a confusion spell and his whole body was confused.

When Moody came to, he immediately knew what he had done.

During this time, he was constantly under the control of confusion spells, and sometimes he had to teach Altdorf.

Because of the confusion spell, his performance in class was neither serious nor serious. In his own words, it was a complete mess.

Sirius came to school for the last game.

He looked ugly, something happened to his godson right before his eyes.

He was extremely concerned about Harry and whether he was hurt.

Cedric also went back. The parents looked at their numb son, and the mother burst into tears.

"Sorry, I wanted to talk to my friends about something."

Cedric forced a smile, and among the worried eyes, he found his friends from the Star Club.

"What happened?"

Malfoy was furious and wanted to know what was going on.

Cedric didn't know how to speak, his throat felt like it was blocked by a stone.

"Dumbledore must have saved you, right?" Neville had a guess.

Daphne and Fleur also looked at Cedric, they too wanted to know.

"Heinrich is dead."

After saying this, Cedric didn't know how he left in such a confused way.

All he knew was that on that day, he didn't want to say a word anymore.

…

In the school hospital.

Old Barty comforted the two warriors, but Cedric didn't speak the whole time.

Until everyone left, in the hospital bed next door, Harry spoke.

"Do you know him, that... Johnny Silverhand."

Harry couldn't forget that look, it was almost engulfing.

Altdorf, Voldemort, Johnny Silverhand.

What I experienced today will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

Cedric was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Harry, why did Professor Dumbledore choose to save you first?"

Harry was stunned, he had never thought about this problem.

Suddenly hearing Cedric mention it, he didn't know what to say.

Do you think you look more dangerous?

But by that time, Heinrich's body was already being burned by severe fire.

"Perhaps...Professor Dumbledore saw that I couldn't hold on anymore." Harry said this with a slight tone of voice.

Cedric didn't respond, he just lay there.

"Sorry about Edgar's death, I..."

"You don't have to say anything." Cedric said bitterly: "Don't say anything, Harry."

The two men ended their conversation.

Because they all know that if they continue to talk, they will get nothing.

Whether it's Heinrich's life or whether Dumbledore is partial.

Harry felt bad, he knew he shouldn't be like this.

Compared to life, what he suffered was so insignificant.

Heinrich saved him, but there was nothing he could do.

For the first time, he felt confused about his own understanding.

In his opinion, Slytherin is not without good people, but most of them are bad people.

As Ron said, Slytherins were almost all Death Eaters during Voldemort's time.

Heinrich is not a Slytherin, but he has all the qualities of a Slytherin.

Harry felt that he might have wrongly blamed Slytherin.

…

Chapter 252 John Wick and Dumbledore

Dumbledore's office.

The door was pushed open out of thin air.

The silverware was puffing out smoke, and the Sorting Hat seemed to be asleep.

Fox, who had risen from the ashes, looked up and saw no one.

Beside the table, the drawers were opened.

A second before he was about to get the time turner, a voice sounded.

"John."

There was no doubt in the old voice.

It's Dumbledore.

He is back.

Dumbledore, who came back from the school hospital, looked at that position, his eyes flashing tiredly behind his half-moon lenses.

"John, you can't do it," he sighed: "Death cannot be reversed. Even if you get a time turner, you can't change this thing."

The movement next to the desk stopped, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

This time John was not wearing a mask, he just looked at Dumbledore quietly.

"You knew I was coming over?"

"Yes." Dumbledore walked in. He looked at John with a complicated expression, "Paranoid pursuit will only lead you astray."

John was silent for a long time, holding the wand tightly in his hand under his sleeve.

"Put it down, John."

Dumbledore approached and said gently: "Any magic has a price."

He hoped that John would return from his lost ways. As long as he did not touch the taboos, his soul would still be pure.

But John said: "I remember you said that I was the person most like Slytherin."

He stared at Dumbledore's old face and suddenly smiled.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"I once trusted you so much, and I hope to study well under your protection."

John's laughter was a bit harsh, causing Dumbledore to gradually fall silent.

"But you have never trusted me, never!"

John shouted the last words.

His eyes were cold, as if he were looking at a stranger.

"Mundungus, is he yours?"

John sneered: "When did you start to suspect that Johnny Silverhand was me?"

"Bar." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "The Pig's Head Bar is opened by my brother."

"I see."

John suddenly realized why Dumbledore seemed to be suspicious of him since the third year.

I see.

That's right, the famous Johnny Silverhand appeared in Hogsmeade and secretly met with people.

With Dumbledore's wisdom, it's not surprising that he guessed some.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore." John said with a mocking look on his face: "Since you never trust me, don't restrain me with that kind of false concern."

“I don’t care if you want to create a savior or plot against others.

But don't expect me to be like a dog and listen carefully to your instructions. "

John showed no mercy, something he had not dared to do before.

His condition today is scary.

Beneath the calm exterior lies madness.