I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"The Tales of Beedle the Poet?" John asked curiously, "Is it intentional or accidental?"

Most wizards are familiar with the story here.

In the world of wizards, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" is like a fairy tale, entering thousands of wizards' homes.

But John knew clearly that some things in this story were true.

The story of three brothers.

"Deathly Hallows." Whispering softly, John touched his chest.

Coincidentally, his sword was lost.

All he brought over was a counterfeit locket and the resurrection stone inside.

"It must be a coincidence."

John didn't think that the other party had discovered his resurrection stone and came here deliberately to reflect on himself.

Throw the book aside.

If you give a book to a blind person, you don’t know what the other person thinks.

The next day, John was called over by Bathilda.

Also going there was Gale.

He handed the copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" to Gale, "Your book."

"Thank you, I guess it was left with you." Gale took it with a smile.

John was speechless.

“I loved the stories,” Gale said, “especially the story of the three brothers.”

"oh."

"Why are you not in a good mood?"

"Because I'm blind, what do you think?"

"..."

Gail's gushing mouth shut.

…

Chapter 513 Hello, Al

At this time, the door rang.

Bathilda surprisingly lost her slowness and went to open the door quickly.

After opening the door, a red-haired boy appeared outside.

He is older than John and Gale, but not as tall as them.

John was already taller than his peers, but his body was thin.

But Gale is different. He is tall, even a little taller than John.

In comparison, the oldest boy with red hair turned out to be the shortest one.

Bathilda was glad to see the boys coming.

"Oh, you're here." Bathilda brought people in.

The red-haired boy saw the two people behind the wooden door frame at a glance.

One has blond hair and one has white hair.

Both of them are people with unique temperaments.

This made the red-haired boy stunned.

Gale looked at that dumb look, with a breathtaking smile, and said hello in German-accented English: "Hello, my name is Gale..."

Glancing sideways at John, Gale remembered something.

John shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Hello, my name is Joel."

Gayle?

Joel?

This seems to be some kind of strange title.

The red-haired boy looked strange, "Then you can call me...Al."

Obviously the boy is not a fool. After hearing the names of the two people, he realized that this seemed to be some kind of interesting game.

"Al?" Gale was very interested in Al, winked, stretched out his hand and said, "It's a cute name."

"Each other." Al responded.

A term of endearment for young people.

Bathilda liked the sight.

Whether as an aunt or a neighbor, she doesn't want her children to be as lonely as herself.

Especially for Al, the burden of taking care of his sister made the child lose his former vitality.

Spending time with peers may rejuvenate them.

This is the first time the three people meet.

Bathilda devoted her time to three children of about the same age.

All three of them are talented geniuses.

Al is the student council president of Hogwarts and graduated from Hogwarts with the best grades.

His talent and intelligence soon attracted Gale.

Gail communicates with Al on a more equal footing than John does.

With John, it was like asking questions with their professor, not their peers.

In the days that followed, two equally talented people attracted each other.

Soon, Al and Gail became friends.

John continued to study his potion.

Dropping the black liquid into his eyes, John felt his eyes sore and uncomfortable.

The good news is that from that dark state, he saw a glimmer of light.

"The next thing is a defect in the soul." John knew something about his eyes.

The strong magical power blinds the eyes, and the best way is to erase that power.

"Magic punishment." Thinking of this, John sighed, "That God of Death really doesn't have martial ethics."

Everyone trades fairly, but you backhanded me.

John had a full understanding of the virtues of Death.

Just like in the Three Brothers, even if the God of Death is forced to hand over something, he will continue to hinder you later.

To put it bluntly, this is an extremely unreasonable and stingy person.

After getting up and leaving the attic, John regained some vision, and his vision changed from darkness to blur.

He came down the stairs, and Bathilda could not help but sigh when she saw him.

"Joel, I think you should join them."

Of the three, only John was out of place.

You can't blame John, after all, the times are different.

John chuckled and said: "Ms. Bathilda, power will bring you many things. Money and power are just accessories. Friends and followers will appear around you unknowingly."

Bathilda was stunned for a moment and said strangely: "Is this your idea?"

"Strength comes first," John bowed slightly and said with a smile, "This is what I have always done."

Bathilda was in a daze because her grandnephew was also a person who pursued power.

After speaking to Bathilda, John walked out of Bathilda's house.

…

He has been able to accurately travel to various places in Godric without using magic.

Gail went out with Al.

So no one knew that Ariana stayed at home and walked out of the house.

John came to the stream. After walking for a while, he looked back.

That line of sight stuck to him was always there.

"Hello."

John asked aloud and smiled: "How can I help you?"

The girl who walked out of the house was holding a little bear. She lowered her head without saying anything like an autistic child.

John could only see a vague outline, and when the person didn't answer, he continued walking forward.

But after walking a certain distance, John had a headache.

Looking back, he saw that the other party was still behind him in the summer sunshine.

John had no choice but to ask again: "What can I do for you?"

When Ariana heard the question, she winced like a frightened child.

But she still didn't reply.

John was helpless and continued walking forward.

He needs to cross the stream, which is dangerous for an ordinary blind man, but for a blind man with magic, it is not so serious.

John took out his wand and tapped it, activating the supersensory spell.

Everything around you is taken into consideration in every detail.

Including the one who stopped.

He walked across the stream and looked back and saw the silhouette stopped at the edge of the stream.

A feeling of fear, nervousness, and helplessness spread.

Are you afraid?

Afraid of water?

John took two steps forward, and the emotion became stronger.

He had no choice but to stop, turned around and asked, "Do you want my help?"

Got no answer.

John did not choose to walk away this time, he felt the fluctuation of magic.

This is a wizard.

And it's intense.

This reminded him of something.

The silent one...

Crossing the stream, he returned to the shore.

Seeing John coming, Ariana backed away in fear, but she didn't go too far away.

John asked softly: "Want to go there?"

Even if he got closer, John could see an extremely blurry outline, and he couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.