I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

hall.

John put the bread in one hand and put it in his mouth.

Dry, with no taste other than a slightly stiff mouthfeel.

Malfoy went home, and Daphne was called back by Mr. Greengrass.

There are fewer Slytherins, and it feels much deserted.

Heinrich spread the jam on the bread and placed it to John's left.

"Aren't you going to ask?" John glanced at Heinrich, not even wondering what happened to his hand.

"In Durmstrang, there are often wizards who cripple the body without knowing it."

Heinrich's golden eyes under the black shattered hair were dull, and his pale and handsome face looked sickly.

Seemingly accustomed to such things, Heinrich consciously began to serve John after sitting down.

John frowned and said, "We are friends, Heinrich."

Heinrich moved, his eyes covered by broken hair were dim, he shook his head and said, "For me, you are the bright light that Edgar has pursued all his life."

He spoke earnestly, and John was silent for a moment.

He originally thought that Heinrich's following was nothing more than joining the Star Society, but now it seems that it is not the only one.

"Then I'll leave my back to you."

John raised his head with a serious look on his face.

A smile appeared on Heinrich's sickly face, he touched his chest with his right hand, and said as if swearing: "Behind you, there will always be a shadow named Heinrich Edgar."

Named shadow, pursuing light.

John chuckled, "Even so, it doesn't prevent us from being friends, does it?"

Heinrich was slightly taken aback, feeling warm in his heart.

...

There is a price to be paid for touching the taboo.

An eye, an arm, a leg or... life.

In contrast, John's loss of taste does not seem to be that serious.

At least his handsome face and nose are there, right, Voldemort.

Professor Lupine is going to enjoy this holiday, John is a little more relaxed.

Because Lupine's eyes were very sharp, his intuition told John what Lupine had found.

After a tasteless breakfast, John headed to Snape's office.

Snape believed that John had found the werewolf, and he couldn't justify it if he didn't give some explanation.

At the same time, John was also curious why Professor Snape hated Lupine so much.

Even if you don't know their grievances, you can still feel the deep hatred.

It's almost like stealing his wife.

Stopping at the door of Professor Snape's office, John knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was slammed open.

Professor Snape walked out from inside, with a gloomy face, and sneered after seeing John.

This left John scratching his head.

Smart people don't need too much communication, Snape made room for John to enter.

John walked in, and the back door was slammed shut.

Snape strode past with a straight face, uttering a word stiffly: "Sit."

The dean of his family was in a bad mood. John thought about it, and it seemed that he hadn't been deducted points recently.

Sitting obediently, Professor Snape took out a bag from the desk drawer like a walking bat and spread it out.

There are various potion tools inside, the most eye-catching one is the bottle of Veritaserum.

John tensed up, and said with a sneer, "Professor, you don't need it, do you?"

Snape glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "You have a tight mouth, otherwise I shouldn't have heard any gossip for so long."

So you're going to gargle me with veritaserum?

This made John understand why he was angry. John scratched his head in embarrassment. He asked, "Because of Professor Lupine?"

In a word, let the dean cool down for me.

John had guessed that there might have been some grievances between his dean and Lupine, but now it seems that it is not just a little bit, but a lot of resentment.

Swallowing hard, John stretched out his hand calmly, trying to roll up the tool bag.

Spotted by Snape, he slapped the back of his hand, retracted his hand, and John grinned in pain.

"Professor, do you have a grudge against Professor Lupine?" John asked suspiciously, as if he felt that he was asking too bluntly, he added: "Ahem, the students have a good sense of Professor Lupine."

"Not bad? That hypocritical and ugly guy!"

Snape nearly squeezed his teeth through the words as he said those words.

He recalled that group of annoying Gryffindors.

James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupine.

The four formed a group, and Snape was most at odds with it.

Casting jinxes was commonplace, and once, Snape almost died at Lupine's hands.

At that time, werewolves didn't have wolfbane potion, so Lupine could only hide in a place where no one passed by, and spend every full moon through the torment of transformation.

But one time, Sirius Black purposely led Snape into that room.

Although James Potter saved him in the end, Snape didn't think it was a rescue.

He thought James was afraid of being fired.

Facing John's question, Snape twitched his cheeks, stared into John's eyes, and said indifferently: "What if the good professor you speak of was involved in a murder?"

murder? !

John was startled.

Remus Lupine?

The Lupine he remembered, whether in Johnny Silverhand or Hogwarts, seemed to have nothing to do with murder.

Looking at Snape's appearance, it seemed that he didn't want to talk about the past.

"He's a dangerous fellow, John Wick," said Snape.

John was silent for a while, met the scrutinizing gaze without fear, and said, "If this is the case, I know what to do, but before that, I will investigate."

After all, John stood up to maintain the courtesy that the dean should have.

Snape looked at John's back, and his eyes were attracted by the right hand that had been hanging down.

He seems to have noticed something.

There were thoughts, doubts, and scrutiny in his expression. He watched John leave without saying a word.

...

After a showdown with Snape, John didn't expect such an inside story.

"Lupine was really involved in a murder?"

John stroked his chin, lost in thought.

One is the employee who dared to stretch out his wand to Johnny Silver, and the other is the professor who participated in the murder.

The contrast between the two made John somewhat confused about Lupine.

"Not remembering the original is trouble."

He regretted so much at this time, why didn't he brush Harry Potter a few more times.

After time travel, he didn't think about magic either, so he didn't deliberately recall it.

When I know it, 11 years have passed, and I can't even think about it.

Some headaches, John complained: "I don't even let me have a good rest during the holidays."

Azkaban fugitive.

Animagus.

Soul surgery.

Dementors.

grim Reaper.

Now there's another murder.

John has been very busy this year.

Going to the Room of Requirement, John enters the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets.

His right hand has to be healed. Although Gryffindor has few books on the soul, it has a lot of magic about healing.

Make yourself a potion with unicorn horn.

The milk-like liquid swirled in the silver cup, and John drank it without changing his expression.

I don’t have a taste now, let alone a potion, even if you let me rely on it to defend me... um... I really dare not.

After drinking the special potion, John's right hand finally stopped shaking so much.

It's just that the unicorn horn is almost used up, and he usually has to make it for Nagini, and now there is only one section that is less than the length of a finger.

"Need to find some."

Unicorns are rare, not even on the Knockturn Alley black market.

Fortunately, John has a friend who is rich in materials, Hagrid.

Backed by the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid had to rely on luck to get the unicorn horn.

John was going to try his luck. If Hagrid happened to have it, he didn't need to wait for the Silver Hand Johnny store to buy it on the black market.

Dark clouds darkened the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain.

When John reached Hagrid's hut, a cat and a dog were walking towards it.

It's Tom and Crookshanks.

"It turned out to be playing with Yaya."

Knowing that the two little guys go out often, John is not surprised.

Before entering the door, John heard sobbing from inside.

The majestic voice was Hagrid's without even thinking about it.

John was surprised, "Why is Hagrid crying again?"

"Wait, why did I say again?"

"Thinking about it, it seems that Hagrid cries so many times every year."

Noble, the fire dragon, in the first grade, and Aragog, the acromant spider in the second grade, who will cry this year?

Curiously leaning over, John reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

Heavy footsteps approached quickly, and the door creaked open.

Hagrid was standing there, still holding the pink handkerchief, with snot and tears stuck to it.

Macho face, girlish heart.

"John, have you heard?"

After Hagrid saw John, he was even more sad, and a bear hugged him.

John felt his ribs protest.

"Hagrid...let go of...me."

Three years, three full years!

John looked desperate. He had been exercising all year round, but his body was still so fragile when facing Hagrid.

Is hard work so worthless in front of talent?

...