I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"I do have something. I want to find out what the Order of the Phoenix is ​​worried about."

His eyes were deep and he said in a deep voice: "If possible, I want to know."

"Without destroying your family relationship."

"I know how to do it. In fact, I think my brothers also know something." Percy sighed helplessly and said, "It's a pity that they don't like me."

John couldn't help but shake his head when he thought about the Weasley twins' attitude towards Percy and said, "You have different pursuits. Different people are destined to find it difficult to be together peacefully."

The Weasley twins are like a pair of magpies, they chirp and flock to busy places.

They disliked Percy's routine.

As for Ron Weasley, John felt that he also disliked Percy more because of his inferiority complex.

Percy's excellence brought out Ron's mediocrity.

Given the gap, inequality will inevitably appear.

Percy came through the fireplace of the Society of Stars, where a floo network was opened.

Naturally, it is independent of the Ministry of Magic.

He stepped into the blue flames and disappeared, and John looked up at the shining stars in the dome.

"More and more people are getting involved."

…

Chapter 314 Prophecy and Nightmare

December.

The snow was falling heavily, and a thick layer of white accumulated on the branches.

Tom was sleeping under a tree, with his legs in the air and a tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Yaya lay not far from it, with the same tongue hanging out.

After a while, the snow on the treetops weighed down the branches.

A large amount of snow fell on the two dogs, which made Tom excited.

It ran to the side and dug out the music box buried in the snow. The dog's paws slapped the music box hard and stopped playing.

Yaya spat out the snow in his mouth, with doubts and confusion in his eyes.

Tom held the music box in his mouth and raised his tail like a big sister.

As if to say that young dogs simply have poor health, this almost passes.

Shake your head and throw away the snowflakes.

Two dogs ran one behind the other outside the Forbidden Forest.

On the tree, Basil, who had just stepped on the snow, squinted his eyes with disdain on his face.

After a while, a platinum-blonde head emerged from the snowdrift.

Malfoy was shivering from the cold, and went to John and complained, "Can you stop letting Tom run around with a music box? I almost died of the cold outside."

John glanced at Malfoy, who was drinking mulled wine to keep warm, and there were snowflakes on his body, and he knew what was happening without even thinking about it.

Tom took the black magic music box and used it as a sleep aid again.

That box has no lethal power, but it can put people into a deep sleep.

But Tom liked it very much.

Malfoy was originally practicing, but after hearing the sound of the music box, he fell asleep directly outside.

If the heavy snow hadn't woken up Tom, Malfoy would have stayed out all night.

"If you can convince Tom, I'll be happy to agree." John said with a smile.

Malfoy's face darkened, and Tom didn't listen to him.

Looking up out of the window, John said: "It snows a lot this year."

"I'm not going home."

Christmas was approaching and Malfoy had no desire to go back.

Watching his father and Voldemort collude there was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Neville came over with a pot of mulled wine, "Draco, do you want some mulled wine?"

"Neville, did you bring the pot out of the kitchen?" Malfoy yelled strangely; "What smells so sour?"

Neville, whose nose was blocked by a tissue, said sarcastically: "This is Daphne's work, hot pineapple wine."

"Pineapple...wine?" Malfoy and John were both lost in thought.

What is pineapple wine?

Malfoy tentatively leaned forward and took a deep breath. The pungent sour smell entered his nose. Malfoy's legs twitched and he fell to the ground.

After he got up, he said in horror, "Take it away, take it away quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Daphne happily coming over with a spoon and preparing to share the wine with everyone.

"John, let's run away." Malfoy stretched out his hand and found that John grabbed his hand with an apologetic expression.

Malfoy asked confused: "John?"

John said guiltily: "Forgive me, Draco."

As he spoke, Malfoy felt his body gradually cool down, until he was almost freezing.

He watched as John stood up and shouted: "No, Draco passed out from the cold, we need hot drinks."

Daphne hurried over and said, "I've prepared hot pineapple wine."

"That's great." John nodded repeatedly, and Neville couldn't bear to watch Daphne pour the hot pineapple wine into Malfoy's mouth.

Malfoy struggled from the beginning to numbness later.

John stood up, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said piously: "You are a great friend, Draco."

Cedric didn't know what was going on at first, but after he came over, he joined the team feeding Malfoy wine.

A pot of hot pineapple wine was finished by Malfoy.

When Malfoy recovers from the freezing state, he will fight with John as soon as possible.

Then he was beaten again by John.

Malfoy sat there and began to wonder what the meaning of life was.

"I won't be going back for Christmas either." Cedric sat down and silently pushed the pot away.

He said: "Qiu and I have made an appointment."

"Have you reconciled?" Daphne asked.

Cedric smiled and nodded, "I have really neglected her during this period. I am going to take her to Hogsmeade while I have time."

He shrugged and said somewhat helplessly, "Qiu gets jealous occasionally, so I think we should give her some sense of security."

Hearing what he said, Daphne's thoughts moved and she asked in a low voice, "Where are you going to take her?"

"Mrs. Puddifer's Teahouse, it's a popular place for dates."

When Daphne heard this, she looked at John with expectation in her eyes.

Seeing her being so gossipy, John was stunned and asked: "Daphne, aren't you going home?"

"My father and mother are traveling." Daphne said without blushing or heartbeat.

Astoria happened to run over, and after hearing this, she said doubtfully: "When will mom and dad go..."

Daphne covered her sister's mouth and said with a dangerous tenderness in her smile: "Yes, they are going to Finland for a trip, and Astoria is going with them."

Astoria couldn't resist her sister and was eventually dragged away.

A week before Christmas.

John wasn't going home either, and he was in the Screaming Shack, holding that day's eye card in one hand and stroking the crystal ball with the other.

As the fluorescent light on the card lit up, John's eyes were filled with pale color.

Pictures kept appearing before his eyes.

The card burst into flames, eventually engulfing the card.

John looked at his fingers burned by the flames, his expression slightly startled.

The crystal ball flashed fluorescently, and John clenched his fists as he looked at the scene inside.

Grabbing the crystal ball and putting it in his pocket, he turned and left the Shrieking Shack.

…

Harry had a nightmare.

He seemed to be hiding in a corner, looking straight at one place.

It was a man, sitting on the ground, his head hanging on his chest, his outline flickering in the dimness.

Harry moved closer to the man.

He seemed to be something squirming, squirming on the ground close to that person.

The squirming movements were very fast, and he had reached the front before the man could react.

A feeling of bloodthirsty desire occupied Harry's mind, and he wanted to bite the man to death.

No, you have to restrain yourself, there are still things to do.

But the man woke up and Harry had no choice.

He reared up and struck the man once, twice, three times.

The sharp teeth pierced the man's skin, and his ribs were easily crushed under the teeth.

The man was in terrible pain until he became silent and collapsed in the corner.

Harry's throat rolled as he gave him the final blow.

At this moment, he felt his consciousness being dragged away to another place.

He appeared in a hood, a silver mask appearing before his eyes.

He was taken out.

Silver Mask looked at himself, and on Silver Mask's hand, black silk thread wrapped around himself.

Harry felt that his soul was being pulled bit by bit.

The thrill is scary.

The scar on his forehead hurt like hell, as if it was going to explode.

"Harry! Harry!"

The urgent call made Harry break away from the venue that was entangled with countless black threads.

Harry woke up. He opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat. The sheets were wrapped around him like a tights.

The scar on his forehead seemed to have been scratched by a hot poker, causing him to hold it in pain.

Ron stood in front of the bed. He was frightened. There were several figures at the foot of the bed.

The pain made Harry lie down on the bed and vomited.

He remembered.

The one who was bitten.

Looking at Ron, Harry forced his body to stop vomiting.

"Your dad," Harry panted, feeling like his stomach was about to be ripped out, "something happened to your dad!"

"What?" Ron was obviously confused.