I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Malfoy, put Harry Potter down."

Snape also came. He glanced around and frowned, "Do you want to be deducted points?"

Harry felt Malfoy's breathing become heavier.

He huffed and puffed like a buffalo, finally letting go of Harry and giving Harry a hard push that knocked his head against the wall.

He walked through the crowd with angry steps, and others did not dare to say anything for fear of offending this little bully.

…

Neville was breathing heavily and had a dark circle on his left eye, as was Malfoy.

The two of them punched each other one after another, and finally Neville punched Malfoy in the abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground.

The two people lay on the ground gasping for air, and John sat aside without saying a word.

"When can we take revenge?"

Malfoy shouted towards the sky.

John rubbed the ring and said lightly, "Almost."

"I'm very unwilling," Malfoy sat up and growled from his throat, "Why, why was Heinrich the one who died, but Harry Potter got everyone's attention."

"Is his death so worthless, or is the savior more valuable?"

What is written in "The Quibbler" repeats his death again, but everyone is praising Harry Potter's bravery.

No one paid attention to the death of Heinrich Edgar, as if everyone was glad that it was a bad guy from a black magic family who died, not their savior.

They don't even know Heinrich!

"I swear, when Harry Potter dies, there will be a huge crowd of people mourning him."

Malfoy got up irritably and punched the wall hard. Blood spurted out from his hands, but he didn't notice it.

The target of his anger was not Harry, but Heinrich who everyone was thankful to be dead.

John stopped moving his fingers and said calmly, "This is reality, Draco."

Yes, reality.

John stood up and walked to Neville. Neville, who had been silent just now, was even more silent now.

"I want to kill Voldemort," he looked at Neville, "Neville, I place my hope on you."

Finding the Horcruxes is the key to killing Voldemort.

John was missing only the last two items.

So, he needed Neville.

Neville had never felt a weight on his shoulders like he did today.

He didn't know why John asked him to find that thing, but he knew that what John said would definitely be accomplished.

If he said he wanted to kill Voldemort, he would definitely do it.

Not only a savior can save this world.

…

Little Hangleton.

The long golden hair has been neglected and reveals a greasy feeling.

Footsteps sounded in the cemetery, and the wand emitted a faint light.

Arriving at the place where he was late, the man wearing the mask stopped in that charred and irreparable place and remained silent for a long time.

He walked into a large area of ​​scorched darkness, and the land was extremely dry, like a black hole swallowing some.

He came to the middle and slowly lay down.

There were stars in the night sky, and he slowly took off his mask.

The burning breath entered his nose, and he stretched out his hand to touch the earth. It seemed that he could still feel the burning heat at that time.

"very hot."

He sat up, revealing a blond face.

Kim Ledisley.

As if he was afraid of disturbing others, he whispered softly: "It's really hot."

"Why do you have such courage to walk inside?"

Jin held up a piece of scorched earth in his fingers as he spoke.

The scorched earth scattered in the palm of the hand, passing through the fingertips and falling into dust.

He stood up and looked towards the hillside in the distance. There was a mansion that didn't look like it belonged to civilians.

"The last place."

His eyes were full of confusion and he whispered: "I'm scared. I'm scared of failing."

He reached out and touched the badge on his chest, and the scorch marks revealed warmth, as if he were placing his palm on his chest.

Jin walked in that direction, this was his last goal.

He had traveled to many places before, but without exception, he had not found anything.

Even if he dug three feet into those places, he still couldn't find that thing.

John said that getting that thing is the key to success.

For this reason, Jin is not afraid even of death.

After all, he had seen things worse than death happen.

He wanted to forget it, but that incident was imprinted in his mind, reminding him all the time.

The time of walking felt very long.

The road from the cemetery to the hillside seemed very long.

But no matter how far the journey is, it will come to an end one day, and he stood in that mansion.

Riddle House.

Tom Riddle's father's house.

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Chapter 333 Gold and Horse

The villagers of Little Hangleton still call the house on the hillside Riddle House, even though no one has lived there for a long time.

But once upon a time it was the most spacious and imposing building for miles around.

Today's houses are damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round.

The ivy crawled all over the house with its claws and claws, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the windows were sealed, as if some terrifying existence was locked inside.

In fact, it's really scary here.

The former owners, the Riddell family, were found dead in the house by the maid. They were cold and still wearing their dinner clothes.

At that time, people only thought it was a murder by a gardener, but they did not know that it involved the revenge of a big shot in the magical world.

Jin walked to the large house that vaguely showed the grandeur of the past.

"The Alajo hole opens."

With a click, the front door opened.

Shoes stained with wet mud stepped on the floor, and the wooden floor made a tooth-breaking creaking sound.

"Lumos"

A bright light shines from the tip of the staff onto the ground.

There were dragging marks on the ground, as if a big snake had slithered through it.

The soil was dry, but the edges were a little damp from the recent humid weather.

Jin's eyes moved, searching the rooms in the house.

He saw a corpse, which had turned into white bones.

"He has been dead for a year."

Use the wand to pick up a strand of white hair. This is an old man.

"He was killed by magic." Jin was sure that the old man died under a magic.

His eyes lit up with joy and his expression became cautious.

The traces from the entrance to here all indicate that something once existed here.

"The thing might be here."

He checked every open space in the room.

From death to decaying into bones, the windows of the room were sealed, and the remaining smell penetrated the nose like maggots.

The bad smell couldn't make Kim back away.

But the joy in his eyes disappeared little by little.

By the end, the entire house had been searched.

Still found nothing.

He staggered and leaned on a table, with a look of despair in his eyes.

"No." His throat was dry, and he inserted his fingers into his messy blond hair, his expression showing collapse.

He walked through every place and explored every inch of the land with great hope.

But he didn't find that thing after all.

His body was trembling slightly, and he always carried a glimmer of hope, allowing him to imagine that he could still see it.

Hope was dashed.

His eyes were bloodshot and he was waving his wand.

The glass in the whole house exploded, and he faced the blowing wind, his greasy blond hair sticking to his skin.

He fell into a state of paranoia and madness.

In this state he went to the window and opened his hands.

When he was about to take the next step, he was stunned.

He stared down, where a white horse appeared.

The horse tilted its head and walked in one direction.

He chased after the white figure.

Jin had no time to pay attention to the small wounds on his body caused by the occasional branches.

Following the horse, he came to an even older mansion.

This place has a history of at least several hundred years, and the ancient houses give off an eerie and mysterious feeling.

It is located between two steep hillsides, hidden among the tangled trees.

The walls of the mansion were covered with moss, and it was even more dilapidated than the Riddle Mansion.

Unlike Riddle House, the antiquity here is accompanied by a weirdness that makes people not want to get close.

After the horse arrived here, it stood on the lawn on the side, chewing the fresh grass.

Jin walked to the horse and reached out to touch the soft hair.

This was probably a white horse that was kept free in Little Hangleton. The fresh grass here attracted it.

Stepping through the dense nettles surrounding the house, he arrived in front of the mansion.