I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Draco Malfoy: "Ahem, for girls, it's normal to fall in love."

Daphne Greengrass: "But that owl looks familiar to me."

Draco Malfoy: "It's an illusion. It must be an illusion. The owls all look the same. How can you recognize them?"

Daphne Greengrass: "Okay."

…

Although we haven't seen each other for a while, the hub of stars connects everyone.

John turned off the stars and was in a good mood.

His eyes flickered across the books on the table, and his eyes darkened. It would be even more lively if everyone was there.

Basil suddenly became restless. John looked up and saw a snowy owl flying over the window.

It's Hedwig.

Holding down Basil who was about to fight with Hedwig, John picked up a small dried fish and stuffed it into Hedwig's mouth.

Hedwig looked at Basil provocatively, making Basil feel itchy in his wings.

Hedwig had come to deliver a message, not from Harry, but from Hermione.

Opening the letter, there was a long paragraph written on it.

Hermione felt sorry for Sirius, and they didn't know that the Muggle was Mr. Wick.

Also about Harry's trial, Mrs. Weasley cooked a lot of delicious food after returning.

Hermione became a prefect, and just like her was Ron.

"Everyone thought it would be Harry, even Mrs. Weasley thought so. She was so happy that she was going to have a party to celebrate."

"But something is wrong with Harry. I think he is frustrated. He feels that Dumbledore is avoiding him, maybe because he caused Dumbledore to lose his position, although we comforted him that Dumbledore would not think so. "

"By the way, have you read the new Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook? I haven't read this book at all. Tonks said this is a textbook for Auror training. The new professor may be very good."

Hermione wrote a long paragraph, saying that the events of the Order of the Phoenix had not affected their friendship.

John felt warmed by such trust and stuffed Hedwig with another small dried fish and asked her to wait.

Dumbledore made Hermione a prefect, which didn't surprise John at all.

After all, the Gryffindor who contributed the most bonus points was Hermione.

Let Ron be the prefect, John figured it out after thinking for a moment.

Based on Dumbledore's character, it was probably to build up Ron's self-confidence or something.

Ron was hit many times last year.

As the Weasley family of Iron Dumbledore, it is not strange to focus on training Ron.

Basil didn't know when he had already run to the table. When John turned his head, he immediately grabbed Hedwig's dried fish.

Hedwig resisted desperately, and the two snowy owls started fighting again.

Tom was barking at the dog below.

John took out his quill and began to write his reply.

After coming over to clean up the flying feathers on the table, John wrote a reply to Hermione.

After writing some trivial things, John paused on his pen.

He might have asked Hermione to look for the Horcruxes, but he hesitated.

"Forget it, let's find it ourselves."

He didn't want to take advantage of Hermione, who would be stuck in a decision-making process.

He and the Order of the Phoenix both had to fight for the ownership of the Horcruxes, so Hermione should be an outsider.

Handing the letter to Hedwig, John stuffed a small dried fish into its mouth, touched Hedwig's head, and whispered: "Give the letter to Hermione."

In return, John gave Hedwig five small dried fish in a bag.

Hedwig flew away contentedly.

Basil pecked John's finger angrily, and John piled the dried fish into a small mountain for him.

Tom walked around the room anxiously because it contained nothing.

Soon, it had the dog food and ate it so quickly that it accidentally chewed through the dog bowl.

…

John's reply came to 12 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione received this letter at a banquet celebrating Ron's becoming a prefect.

"See, John won't hurt you," Hermione said to Harry, pointing to the small dried fish that Hedwig had brought.

"Maybe he just likes Hedwig." Harry was very upset about John almost cutting off his godfather's hand.

Coupled with missing his prefect, Harry was in a bad mood.

Hermione said angrily: "John is not as bad as you think!"

With food in his mouth, Ron heard the two talking and said vaguely: "Everyone knows that John likes small animals."

Hermione glared at Ron with hatred. She had tried very hard to keep her two friends from getting into trouble. Could you, a foodie, please stop causing trouble?

"Hermione, it's not that serious." After swallowing the food, Ron said, "Harry just couldn't figure it out for the moment."

As a best friend and mother, Hermione could sense that something was wrong with Harry.

He had been acting like this since coming back from the trial, which worried Hermione.

Harry wasn't John, and if he were John, she wouldn't be worried about it.

Under Hermione's worried gaze, Harry smiled reluctantly.

Maybe it will be much better when school starts.

Harry glanced at the newspaper on the table. Dumbledore was taken back by the Wizengamot, and Dumbledore spoke about the return of Voldemort.

The outside world did not believe the news, and some people thought Dumbledore was insane.

For some reason, the Ministry of Magic has not expressed its stance.

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Chapter 284 Mundungus’ debt repayment and train

Flourish and Blott Bookstore delivered the textbooks required for school to John's home via owl mail.

As long as you are willing to pay several times the postage fee, Flourish and Blotts Books is willing to do it.

Basil has been very busy recently and needs to deliver letters to John everywhere.

The work of maintaining connections is still going on, and this is the one that interests him the most.

Sent by Horace Slughorn, former Slytherin Head of Hogwarts, Potions Professor, and Potions Master.

I met Alex through Damo, a pen pal to be precise.

As the former head of Slytherin, Slughorn was very interested in this Slytherin student.

They sometimes exchange letters, and in John's opinion, Slughorn is a person similar to himself.

They are all Slytherins and have accumulated connections.

The difference is that John uses this network to do many big things, while Slughorn enjoys the vanity that comes with using his network.

Those things obtained through connections can make Slughorn more satisfied.

John had been in contact with him for about two years. In addition to occasionally discussing things about potions, he would sometimes give away some items.

For example, honey wine, pineapple preserves and the like.

Slughorn also helped him a lot. He once gave him advice on the soul potion.

However, the latter opinion was not adopted by John, because John found a better one.

This contact was also because Slughorn learned about the blood curse paper from Dharma Alex.

"John, you surprise me. A child of your age can complete a thesis with a potion master like Damo Alex. He is one of the most talented students I have taught about blood magic potion. I can see that you played a big role in this.

You really amaze me more and more with your talents. It's a pity that I have retired. If I can teach students like you, I will be proud for the rest of my life. "

Slughorn was impressed by John's talent and regretted that he was no longer a professor.

As a professor with a collecting habit, Slughorn's favorite students are students with outstanding talents.

He has a good vision, and almost every student has achieved great results in their respective fields.

There are also some regrettable students.

Such as Lily Evans, a student that Slughorn liked very much.

But she was killed by another of his students. This incident was a memory he did not want in his life.

That student caused him far more harm than that. For the rest of his life, he felt that he had created this monster.

John received the letter, took out his quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote a letter.

He had questions for Slughorn, some involving more obscure taboos.

Basil was eating dried fish in his mouth. John took off the dried fish and replaced it with a letter.

"You know where to send it." After patting Basil's head, John opened the window.

Basil protested twice in dissatisfaction, not even finishing his small dried fish.

John glanced at the dried fish that Tom took the opportunity to eat, and said without changing his face: "When you come back, I will give you new ones."

Basil flew away and Riddle flew over.

He brought a letter from Tang Mi and a box.

"My lord, Mundungus stole something from somewhere and hopes to repay the debt."

John opened the box and found some exquisite silverware inside, some of which were magical props with magic attached.

One of the purple pajamas was opened by John and flew out from inside, trying to strangle John.

John's wardrobe opened, and a wizard's robe with a silver mask came out. He grabbed his purple pajamas and threw it to the ground.

"Where did he get it?"

John reached for a music box, the music coming from it was mind-numbing.

Closing it casually, John thought thoughtfully, he had seen this thing before.

"I forgot that Mundungus used to be a thief."

The purple pajamas over there had been subdued by John's wizard robe, twisted into a twist and thrown aside.

These are things from Blake's old house, and it seems they are difficult to guard against house thieves.

John twisted the music box and the sound came out that made Tom sleepy.

He chuckled and said, "It's not a bad idea."

He wrote to Tang Mi that the things Mundungus had stolen could offset some of the debt, but only a little.

With Mundungus's character, knowing that he can pay off his debts, he will definitely work harder.

He didn't say it clearly, even if Dumbledore used Legilimency, he wouldn't be able to read his traces.

This is a very critical thing.

"Look at the person you are looking for, Dumbledore, you are really old and confused."

A house thief became a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Is Dumbledore too confident?

After looking at Tom, the young dog was in good health and fell asleep.

Put the music box next to Tom. Since he likes it, let him use it as a toy.

As for the nightgown, John snapped his fingers, the crumpled nightgown flew into his hands, and he clapped his hands.