I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Harry looked blank, his mind was cold and blank.

His consciousness was pierced by a paralyzing dart, and he was expelled from Hogwarts.

It was all over, and he could never go back.

Vernon was still yelling, but Harry paid no attention to it.

Gradually his mind came back to him, and he remembered that the Ministry of Magic was going to destroy his wand.

He must escape without further ado.

He didn't want his wand destroyed, so where?

He was also warned when he was in the third grade.

Why was it okay that time?

Oh, right.

That's because Fudge was there, Fudge protected him.

Harry tried to run away, but Vernon was still calling for him to explain.

"Get out of the way!" Harry didn't care so much.

"You have to stay here and tell me honestly how my son..."

"If you don't get out of the way, I'll put a curse on you," said Harry, raising his wand.

John, who saw this scene, was lost in thought, and Harry was driven into a hurry.

He just sat on the couch and no one noticed him at all.

Harry was still confronting Vernon, threatening to cast a spell.

A loud bang made everyone jump.

It wasn't Harry who did it, it was an owl that hit the glass.

The owl stubbornly stretches out a leg with a small scroll of parchment on it.

Harry unwrapped it, as if holding his last hope, and opened it to look.

John leaned over to take a look, it was from Arthur Weasley.

Said that Dumbledore had rushed to the Ministry of Magic to investigate the whole incident, and told Harry not to leave the Dursley's house, nor to use magic and hand over the wand.

"Dumbledore, you really take the Ministry of Magic as your own."

John sneered in his heart, saying that he didn't want power, but he was using power everywhere.

There is even a gesture of overriding the Ministry of Magic.

Harry seems to have got a sedative, calming his mind, he doesn't want to leave.

But Vernon was completely on fire.

Harry calmed down a lot, and told them why.

When he talked about dementors, Aunt Petunia paled and said that dementors were the guards who guarded the prison in Azkaban.

Everyone looked at her, and Vernon listened to Penny's explanation.

After a while, another owl flew over.

This time it was the owl from the Ministry of Magic, and they brought good news. They will not break Harry's wand for the time being, nor will he expel him from school, but the trial will still be over.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that Dumbledore would not just sit idly by.

When Vernon heard that Harry didn't have to be expelled, he couldn't express what he liked. On the one hand, he was afraid of Harry's revenge, but on the other hand, he wished that Harry would stay far away.

Another owl came in, and this was the fourth one.

It still ran in from the kitchen fireplace, and the dust came out and made people cough.

This time it was Sirius, who made it a point to keep Harry from leaving the house.

John is a little tired of watching such tricks.

Something happened to the savior, someone who appeared as a secret protector, and the uncle of the Ministry of Magic, then Dumbledore went there in person, and then the godfather also came.

"It's really precious." He sat on the sofa, watching the farce with his eyelids half-raised.

Harry was a little dissatisfied with what Sirius said. He beat off the dementors by himself. Didn't anyone say 'nice job' to him?

John could see his emotions and thought it was funny.

If it was any other wizard, even if he was a pure blood, he wouldn't have this treatment.

Harry enjoyed so much that he became critical instead.

"Look, this is the savior that Dumbledore has painstakingly cultivated."

John rested his cheek in one hand and watched with interest.

The savior is very arrogant. When others call you the mysterious man, he can say Voldemort's name without any restraint, and seeing Vernon and Petunia are too scared to speak, he is a little complacent.

Vernon even wanted to drive him away, and at this moment, the fifth owl flew over.

It's really lively today.

But it wasn't just for Harry, it flew over and looked for Petunia Dursley.

It was a Red Howler letter.

Harry told her it was a Howler letter.

Vernon immediately tensed up and told her to drop it.

From Vernon's point of view, wizards were nothing more than dangerous people.

Petunia was also a little frightened when she saw her name written on it.

The Howler letter was unopened and started to smoke.

Petunia was overwhelmed, the envelope burst into flames, causing her to drop the envelope with a scream.

Coincidentally, the envelope flew right at John.

So John took it.

The moment he was about to make a sound, John clapped his hands together.

The voice becomes weak and inaudible.

"Remember my last, Petunia."

this voice.

It's Dumbledore!

John clasped his hands together, and the envelope was directly reduced to ashes.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene. From their point of view, the letter was floating out of thin air.

Then it was reduced to ashes.

"Where's the sound? Why is there no sound?" Harry looked at everything in surprise.

He didn't know why the Howler letter had no sound.

Petunia also supported the chair, and Vernon went up to hug his wife.

Dudley woke up and stared in that direction.

And John already knew that there was no excitement to watch, so he left directly.

. . .

"Backtracking."

in the attic.

The golden light wrapped around a piece of ashes, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the ashes quickly grew into a red envelope.

roar letter.

John looked at the envelope and fell into thought, "Dumbledore sent Petunia Dursley to remember the last words?"

Petunia is Harry's aunt and sister to Harry's mother.

Lily Evans.

Strictly speaking, Harry is not the savior.

Lily Evans was the one who cast an ancient spell on Harry and made that love defeat Voldemort.

Lily's older sister, Petunia is a Muggle.

The only place where Dumbledore and her can intersect is Harry.

Flipping the roaring letter casually, John covered two fingers with the ring on his right hand, and moved toward the roaring letter a little.

The roaring letter that was on the verge of spontaneous combustion stopped suddenly, and John threw the letter into the small bag.

There was a book on the table, which began to flip after being blown by the wind.

The Tales of Beedle the Poet

The last page was turned to the legend of the three brothers about the resurrection stone of the second child.

John stared at the Resurrection Stone written on it, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"Reaper does exist, and there is also about the Three Hallows of Death."

Gently brushing the book with his fingers, John said thoughtfully: "In the story, the Resurrection Stone found the beloved girl for the second child. Because she does not belong to this world, she became sad and indifferent."

It looked like a hoax, a deluded fantasy.

But John didn't think so. He felt that there was a possibility that maybe the method used by the second child was wrong.

The second child relies on the power of the resurrection stone itself, and the summoned girl does not belong to this world and is rejected by the world.

If I use the time and the power of the soul to inject it into it, and the taboo power collides, there may be a way to call back the soul of the deceased.

This is just John's guess, and the conditions for implementation are difficult. At least the power to exile the Frozen Box is needed, and the Resurrection Stone is needed.

He suppressed the thought in his heart.

Day two.

The Dursleys still didn't kick Harry out in the end, but the attitude became very indifferent.

John just glanced at it and didn't continue to pay attention.

He headed to the Johnny Silver Hands store.

Mundungus wasn't here, probably keeping an eye on Harry from Privet Drive.

John picked up a report at random, which was the situation of silver-handed angel investment in this quarter.

He glanced at it, and besides the Weasley twins' joke store, there were other investment projects.

From the current point of view, only the Weasley twins can achieve returns in the short term.

Most of the others are in the state of investing money.

Moving his gaze down, John saw that 3000 galleons had been continuously invested in a project, but the return on this project was basically zero.

He glanced at the undersigned, Mundungus Fletcher.

"I wanted to kill you, and you handed over the knife."

John smiled dumbly, and called Tang Mi to come in. John pointed to the project called 'Fatty Surfing Training', and said, "Check out this project, and then fire Mundungus."

After speaking, John thought for a while, and continued: "Don't forget, let him spit out the money for me."