I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Very good," Heinrich looked at Jin next to him who was taller than him. He was silent for a while and said, "Why is he so much taller than me?"

"That's how long your body is." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "After all, it's been two years."

Jin turned back into the sunny and cheerful boy, with blond hair that looked like gold in the sun and a bright smile.

"You should have a good rest, we have arranged to go on a trip." Jin said, and started to rub his hair.

It's like treating a younger brother.

Heinrich ducked away with a look of disgust and said coldly: "I don't remember saying that."

"No, why are you turning your back on me?" Jin said hurtly, "I even dropped out of school because of you, and you did this to me."

Heinrich's brows furrowed.

Cedric poked Percy and whispered, "I just saw your brother looking for Fleur and being treated coldly by Fleur."

Percy said with a headache: "My mother had some objections to Fleur before, and Bill felt uncomfortable being caught in the middle."

Bill now feels like chasing his wife in the crematorium.

Fleur had ignored him for a few days and Bill was hurt.

Percy said, turning around to see Cedric hugging Qiu Zhang, and the two of them spun around in circles.

In the Star Club, this guy is the most successful.

Malfoy came down from the tree and looked for death as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Haha, now you are the last one." Malfoy gloated to Heinrich, "The one with the weakest strength."

What was once the tail end of the crane is now a counterattack.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

Heinrich glanced at him, and after a moment Malfoy's legs were jumping around.

Everyone watched in silence as Malfoy couldn't stop dancing.

What did this kid think?

Two years ago, Heinrich was able to trade with Voldemort and Altdorf to the limit. Now two years later, can you beat Bellatrix?

Malfoy was about to cry, but in the end, he was still the worst?

There is an Astoria...

How can it be!

My Atuo is the best in the world!

Malfoy tearfully continued to serve as the end of the Star Club.

In the end, Malfoy's curse was broken, and it was Lucius who came to break it.

After a year of being on tenterhooks, Lucius was the happiest person when he heard the news of Voldemort's death.

The only bad thing was that Narcissa was hospitalized at Silver Cross Hospital.

She had been cast on the Oblivion Curse too many times, but fortunately it wasn't serious.

This was probably the last tenderness in Bellatrix's twisted heart. She never used any irreversible spells towards her sister.

And Narcissa became the only one in the Malfoy family with medical insurance.

…

Chapter 507 I am Johnny Silverhand

It was a pure white space.

Dumbledore stood there stunned.

Soon, he figured out where he was.

A place where life and death linger.

Dumbledore seemed relieved and looked at this familiar place.

Traveling around the world, he was back where he started.

That was his former home, and it was also the place he couldn't forget the most.

Godric's Hollow.

All the important things in Dumbledore's life are inseparable from this place.

Two months of youth.

The death of my sister.

It was also here that Harry's parents were murdered.

"Maybe I could sit down and take a break."

He sat down on a bench. The old man looked like a traveler who had traveled for a long time and finally returned to his hometown.

He looked in front of him. As the greatest wizard, his wisdom was also great.

My mind goes back to my younger self.

The post office over there, the tavern over there, and the little church.

The stream in Godric's Hollow is accompanied by the smell of green grass and moisture.

It was also at that time that I met them.

"them?"

Dumbledore was suddenly startled.

A scene comes to mind.

It was at the home of the famous magical historian, Bathilda Bagshot.

Two men stood beside the wooden door frame.

One is Gellert Grindelwald, the grandnephew of Bathilda Bagshot.

Another one...another one is...

Dumbledore seemed to be under a strong forgetting spell, and he couldn't remember who the other person was.

But as a great wizard, he always has a special way to find memories.

Pensieve at school, here...

"This is it."

He looked at his neighbor's house, which was the house of Bathilda Bagshot and neighbor of the Dumbledores.

This world is composed of the fragments that made the most profound impression on Dumbledore.

Therefore, even if Dumbledore himself does not remember it, he will still dig it out subconsciously, and it will definitely appear here.

He walked inside.

Entering a room that looked like a living room.

It should have been dark here, but because of the specificity of the world, it turned into pure white with bright light.

There is a bow-shaped chest of drawers in the room, with many photos on it.

There were seven or eight photographs, placed in the highest and most ornate frames.

Dumbledore approached and picked up a picture frame.

It showed a cheerful blond boy smiling lazily at Dumbledore in a silver frame.

This young man made his mind go back to that summer.

He continued to pick up the next one. On this one, there was another person beside the blond boy.

The man next to him had red hair and bright blue eyes.

They were side by side, both smiling.

That was Dumbledore, young Dumbledore.

Looking at each photo, it is either a blond boy or a young Dumbledore.

At the last one, Dumbledore took it down.

This one is placed at the highest position, and what you can see is the blond boy and the red hair.

But behind, a flash of snowy white appears in the frame.

It seemed like a child who didn't want to be photographed.

There are not two people in the frame, but three.

The blond boy moved his shoulders, as if he was deliberately trying to expose the person behind him.

Just as his shoulders moved, Dumbledore stared carefully.

The picture frame in his hand began to disappear, and Dumbledore was stunned.

Then, everything around him disappeared.

Thinking of a possibility, Dumbledore reached out and touched the picture frame, and those things began to disappear.

The white light before his eyes was brilliant, covering the whole world.

The white light disappears.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It was a room, with purple curtains coming into view.

Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded in surprise.

"You're awake, Albus."

Madam Pomfrey finally let go of her worries, and said with a rare annoyance: "I thought Potter's potion had no effect."

Dumbledore raised his right hand to support his painful forehead. The black color faded from his right hand, but some of the last two fingers remained.

He looked at his fingers blankly, feeling extremely complicated.

He understood what Harry had done, even if it was something he didn't want to do.

Madam Pomfrey was still talking.

"You have slept too long, Albus," said Madam Pomfrey. "Hogwarts is ending the term early."

"It was a very comfortable sleep," Dumbledore said as he stretched. "It makes me, an old man, feel much younger."

Madam Pomfrey didn't look good when he was interrupted like this.

She left to inform others of the good news.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "Is that so?"

The third person in that frame.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore sighed sadly.

"Memory fades over time, and it doesn't matter what happened or what didn't happen."

…

Regarding the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, it is far from over.

John sat inside the Johnny Silverhand store, reading a newspaper with a scary headline in his hand.

"Johnny Silverhand is a Butcher!" 》

Seeing this headline, John silently put the newspaper down.

Glancing up at Heinrich who was being annoyed by Jin, John was considering whether to let Jin calm down for a while.

"what should we do?"

Tang Michi asked: "Are you really..."