I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The Slytherin candles remained, and they lingered outside, candles in hand.

They walked around in circles, as if mourning their departed king.

When you die, everyone will love you.

Even Gryffindor put aside his prejudices, and his bravery once conquered Gryffindor.

Hufflepuffs talked about the boy they could sometimes meet in the kitchen, and the house elves would sing his praises.

Ravenclaw sighed for his humble and proud figure, and for his wisdom and talent.

Snape stood by the door, his expression dark and uncertain.

Professor McGonagall came over and hesitated to speak.

There were garlands one after another in the foyer.

In addition to this, Snape was also distracted by another place.

"Dumbledore already knows, he's heading there," Snape said calmly.

Professor McGonagall naturally knew where to go, and she would not have thought that something would happen to Harry at such a moment.

So she asked, "Aren't his friends coming over?"

Here’s the second strike, John Wick friends.

Professor McGonagall was really afraid that these children would not be able to think clearly.

Snape's expression was obscured by his hair, and his tone was flat, "They stay in that room."

The existence of the Star Club is no longer a secret. They all acquiesce in the existence of the mysterious room.

Just like the Room of Requirement, that thing is a mysterious part of Hogwarts.

A few years later, some reckless little wizard may discover that room and learn about the Star Society that once existed at Hogwarts.

Firenze, the Centaur divination professor, came out, feeling heavy and confused.

What he saw from the stars was not what it should be.

But this only proves that even the best horse people will make miscalculations one day.

Professor McGonagall sighed and said: "Let the curfew be lifted today, just treat it as the last day."

They were supposed to leave the school not long ago, but no one left.

Then the curfew can be relaxed for one day.

"I think our administrators will also feel good about it."

Professor McGonagall looked towards the foyer, where Filch was holding Mrs. Norris and didn't know what he was thinking.

Mrs. Norris was especially quiet today, and her big fluffy tail swept Filch's arm.

He carried Mrs. Norris to his office.

Without the Weasley twins, there's no need to worry about someone throwing big shit eggs in there.

The room was much tidier, with the chains and shackles that he carefully maintained hanging there.

There were two boxes on the table. He walked over and opened them.

"That's awesome. He also brought you a gift bag of cat food and my new clothes."

Filch saw a new tuxedo and cat food in the room, and he said to Mrs. Norris.

The only one who could give a gift to Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts who everyone hated, was that boy.

It was also the only one in so many years where he could open the box and eat the contents with confidence.

Give a Squib equal, only that one person.

Filch put Mrs. Norris down, took out the cat food and poured a bowl for Mrs. Norris.

He sat there, holding the box with the tuxedo in his hands.

For some reason, he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.

As a squib, he shamelessly hangs around in the magic school. He hates the wizards who can use magic and hopes to torture them.

A belief that "maybe you can suddenly learn magic in a magic school" supports him.

He is also used to being hated by students and lives with his cat.

But suddenly a student came.

He got into trouble as soon as he entered school, was put in solitary confinement, and was completely unafraid of himself.

He would groom Mrs. Norris and share the dried fish he brought with him to the cat that everyone hated.

At Christmas, the only gift I can receive is a box signed by that student.

Students brought ice cream of their favorite flavor.

When he saw his Squib's letter, he did not feel contempt for himself, nor did he publicize it.

He won't laugh at himself for exercising his body beyond his own capabilities. A squib will never be as good as a wizard.

He gave himself the feeling of using magic for the first time.

It was a pair of shoes with magical powers that made a squib run faster than a wizard.

He'd be doing himself a favor instead of leaving dirty stuff in the hallway because there's an annoying caretaker there.

That student would still violate the rules, but he was no longer surprised.

On the contrary, it is also an interesting experience to meet each other at night and pretend not to see each other.

Suddenly everything was gone.

In the days to come, there would be no gift boxes delivered at Christmas, and Mrs. Norris would not go out with her hair soft and smooth.

Are you going to stay and compete with those 'bad students'?

Tired.

Suddenly very tired.

Filch looked at the shackles. He dreamed that one day they could be used to punish students.

But now, it's meaningless.

He angrily tore them off and smashed them to the floor.

After smashing it, he just lay there and did whatever he wanted.

…

hall.

At this time, the auditorium was empty.

Except for John inside the flowers, there was no one else.

They were also afraid of disturbing the sleeping king of Slytherin.

Daphne clenched the bottle of blood-colored potion in her hand, and the hot temperature made her palms feel like they were about to melt.

She came to John with tears in her eyes and reached out to caress John's cheek.

"Remember our agreement, John," she whispered, holding the bottle to John's lips.

Two owls, one black and one white, flew into the auditorium and stood next to the calm face.

They are like the mythical Fujin and Wu Ni, accompanying them around.

Daphne gave John the entire bottle of liquid to drink, stepped aside, and clasped her hands with unprecedented piety, "Please, John, remember our agreement and come back."

The liquid flowed down John's throat, into his body that was riddled with holes, and into his stomach that was beyond recognition.

A little red enters the black blood, igniting a trace of fire.

In just three seconds, it turned into a prairie fire, igniting the entire body.

The fire spread.

First the body, then the coffin, then the staff table, the auditorium...

…

Hall of Death.

Harry stared at the arch, where he was sure the sound came from.

But why?

Why do my scars hurt?

Could it be that Voldemort is inside?

He slowly approached the arch. The curtains were not fluttering in the wind and looked very soft.

Just as Harry was about to make contact, he heard a loud shout.

"Harry, come back quickly!"

His arms tightened and he was pulled back forcefully.

He looked and saw Sirius.

Sirius ran over, risking being hit by Bellatrix.

The fog began to lift, and Harry came to.

Sirius's nose was covered with blood, and he dragged Harry out.

Suddenly a red light came. He pushed Harry away and fell to the high platform. He bent over and hid and laughed loudly: "This is not your level!"

Harry saw Bellatrix smile crazily, and another light hit Sirius's chest, causing his laughter to stop abruptly.

"No!!!"

Sirius fell back, his smile not entirely gone, but his eyes rounding with horror.

Harry tried to hold him back, but he was too late.

Sirius's falling body curved into a graceful arc, becoming very slow in Harry's eyes, and fell backwards into the tattered curtain hanging on the arch.

The thin and haggard face was no longer as handsome as when he was a student. There was a mixture of fear and surprise on his face, and he looked at Harry with relief and relief.

"James."

"Where's your mother?"

The curtain behind him flickered with flames, and he kicked Sirius on the left rib, sending him flying for more than ten meters.

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Chapter 368 John, Voldemort and Dumbledore

"Harry!"

Hermione didn't find Harry.

Moody returned to the battlefield after a brief coma. He held Ron's shoulders and pointed in one direction and said, "Go over there, you need to get out!"

Ron refused: "No, Harry is still here."

This stubborn look seemed to be a specialty of Gryffindor. Professor Moody was about to say something when he was attracted by the Death Eaters rushing towards him.

The fog confused their vision, but it also gave them an advantage.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and ran into the fog to find Harry.

Ginny saw this and wanted to go over. After running for a while, she bumped into someone.

Just as he was about to pull out the wand, he heard a familiar voice that made people feel safe.

"I need you to stay with me."

Ginny looked up in surprise. The appearance of the old man surprised her.

"Professor Dumbledore!"