I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

death.

silence.

Fierce Flame was burning.

The flames lengthened their shadows.

John silently faced the mummy.

Silence is the biggest echo, so strong and piercing.

His hands were shaking.

Cedric's face was no longer handsome.

Tears and snot, all on one face.

"I didn't, I didn't save him, it was all because of me."

Cedric blamed himself immensely, Heinrich came here because of himself.

It was also because of himself that Heinrich chose to die with Altdorf.

If I hadn't participated in the Triwizard Tournament, perhaps nothing would have happened.

"It's not your fault, Cedric," John closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

All the words are gathered into one sentence.

"Let's go back."

Yes, go back.

Back to the Stars Club.

Back to their common Star Club.

John tried not to lose his mind.

His friend, his deputy.

Heinrich Edgar.

died.

Died in a fire.

Edgar in the dark finally died in the fire that was born to protect him.

At its root, John hated himself for not coming sooner.

If I had come here earlier, nothing would have happened.

He searched for the pocket, where was the gold locket he had almost paid for with his life.

He couldn't be happier.

If the condition for obtaining the Horcrux is sacrifice, then he would rather not go into this muddy water.

Four years at Hogwarts.

He is arrogant.

Johnny's status as a silver hand with many resources made him a little complacent, and he felt that he could fight Voldemort.

But the truth slapped him in the face.

He became the king of Knockturn Alley, the king of Slytherin.

Maybe he should have been so beautiful.

Now there is only desolation.

"There is no free gold."

Fundamentals of Alchemy.

Gaining some means losing some.

He thought he had lost enough, and it was far less painful than this time.

King picked up the body without saying a word, and he nodded slightly to John.

The only ones who came here from Hogwarts were Dumbledore and King Ladisley.

Moody's wooden leg was found in the maze. It was a special door key, and there was only one-time unilateral teleportation.

But Heinrich thought of another method, looking for it from the disappearing cabinet.

So he left a message on the wooden leg, and ran to come here through the disappearing cabinet first.

Jin recognized Heinrich's handwriting at a glance, and also ran to Moody's office through the disappearing cabinet.

He arrived just a little faster than Dumbledore, and watched as Heinrich was surrounded by Fiendfire, but he couldn't extinguish it.

Dumbledore used the phoenix to teleport by looking at the one-way teleportation location of the special portkey.

The time between the two of them went one after the other, and after that came John's arrival.

John picked up the badge and ring, his fingers trembling slightly, and put the ring on his hand lightly.

Tang Mi didn't speak, he knew he didn't need to speak.

The security team was also silent, and the breath emanating from John was breathless.

This is his first natural magic runaway.

Not caused by taking magical blood.

The feeling of doing whatever he wanted couldn't make him happy.

He could not save a life that had already been lost.

Just when John was about to take people away first.

He was stopped.

. . .

"Peter Pettigrew?"

There was a series of explosions, and among those who Apparated, Harry saw Peter Pettigrew.

This traitor who once betrayed his parents and caused the godfather to be wronged.

Harry was full of hatred for Peter Pettigrew, and even saw that after Pettigrew Peter escaped from prison in the newspaper, he saw Sirius making a big fuss.

He did not know who these were, but they had caught Peter Pettigrew.

Harry hurriedly reminded Dumbledore, wanting to rush over.

Dumbledore saw it too, and stopped Harry.

"Your Excellency Johnny Silver Hand, can you entrust this person to my disposal?"

Seeing Voldemort with his own eyes, Dumbledore knew that he needed to make arrangements.

There is no testimony more convincing to the public than Peter Pettigrew.

Only by mobilizing the wizarding world can they hope to defeat Voldemort.

Now he, even with the Elder Wand, cannot defeat Voldemort.

old.

Time is the most powerful magic, not even the greatest wizard can resist it.

He spoke out, hoping that John would keep Peter Pettigrew, and he was even more worried that John would do something irreversible in his rage.

John stopped and looked back at Dumbledore.

That old man, John used to respect him too.

Now, he has completely given up.

"Dumbledore," John said coldly, "I will settle our accounts with you."

He didn't give Dumbledore face, and didn't want to pay attention to the so-called righteousness.

It's just that Tang Mi couldn't help but widen his eyes, it was Dumbledore.

Tang Mi, who knew John's identity, knew what it meant. A student settled accounts with his principal.

"I don't need your help anymore, and you don't have to expect anything from me."

As Dumbledore watched, John Apparated and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards the others apparated.

The only ones left here were Harry, Dumbledore, and the man who had lost his magical power to suppress Fiendfire.

Even if Dumbledore can't be defeated, John will give him some unhappiness.

. . .

Harry went back.

He was taken back by Dumbledore.

Only he goes back.

Everyone wanted to know what happened, and Harry was still immersed in the terrible thing just now.

After Dumbledore came back, he immediately searched the school.

Barty Sr. brought the hitter, and they found Moody, wandering in the Forbidden Forest.

He was under the confusion spell, and his whole body was in a daze.

When Moody came to his senses, he immediately knew what he had done.

During this period of time, he was constantly under the control of the Confusion Curse, and sometimes he had to teach Altdorf.

Because of the confusion spell, his performance in class was neither serious nor serious. In his own words, it was a mess.

In the last game, Sirius came to the school.

His face was ugly, and his godson had an accident under his nose.

He was concerned about Harry, whether he was hurt or not.

Cedric also went back. The parents looked at the numb son, and the mother's tears came down.

"Sorry, I wanted to talk to my friends about something."

Cedric forced a smile, and with worried eyes, he found friends from the Star Club.

"What the hell happened?"

Malfoy was cranky, and he wanted to know what was going on.

Cedric didn't know how to speak, his throat seemed to be blocked by a stone.

"Dumbledore must have saved you, right?" Neville had a guess.

Daphne and Fleur also looked at Cedric, eager to know.

"Heinrich is dead."

After saying this sentence, Cedric didn't know how he explained and left in a daze.

He only knew that on that day, he didn't want to say a word.

. . .

In the school hospital.

Batty Sr. expressed his condolences to the two warriors, but Cedric did not speak the whole time.

Until everyone had left, in the next bed, Harry spoke.

"Do you know him, that...Johnny Silverhand?"

Harry couldn't forget that look, it almost swallowed him up.

Altdorf, Voldemort, Johnny Silverhand.

What I experienced today will never be forgotten in my life.

Cedric was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Harry, why did Professor Dumbledore choose to save you first?"

Harry froze, he had never thought about this question.

He suddenly heard Cedric mention it, and he didn't know what to say.

Say you look more dangerous?

But at that time, Heinrich had already been burned by Fiendfire.

"Perhaps...Professor Dumbledore saw that I couldn't hold on anymore." When Harry said this, his tone was a little lacking.

Cedric didn't respond, he just lay there.

"Sorry about Edgar's death, I..."

"You don't need to say anything." Cedric said bitterly, "Don't say anything, Harry."

The two ended the conversation.

Because they all know that if they continue talking, they will get nothing.

Whether it's Heinrich's life, or whether Dumbledore is partial.

Harry felt bad, and he knew he shouldn't.

Compared with life, what he suffered was so insignificant.

Heinrich saved him, but there was nothing he could do.

For the first time, he felt confused about his own cognition.

In his opinion, Slytherin is not without good people, but most of them are bad people.

Like Ron said, Slytherins were almost all Death Eaters during Voldemort's time.

Heinrich wasn't exactly a Slytherin, but he had all the qualities of a Slytherin.

Harry thought he might be wrong about Slytherin.

. . .