I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"I can't believe that you would say such a thing!"

After class, Hermione found her ineffective son.

Harry pouted, "I'm not wrong."

"You brought up Heinrich Edgar's death in front of John!" said Hermione angrily. "You knew he was sad."

"He's sad?" said Harry. "I don't see how he wouldn't have contradicted Umbridge if he was really sad."

Now even Ron thought Harry was crazy, looked around hurriedly, and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't talk nonsense!" Harry was getting more and more enthusiastic. "He didn't do anything, did he."

"Harry, there's something wrong with you." Hermione frowned. She found that Harry was in a bad state, and said seriously, "You should go to Dumbledore."

"He won't want to see me." Harry was in a strange mood, and after saying one sentence, he left irritably.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron asked in confusion, "What's wrong with him? Still angry?"

He thought Harry was angry at him for concealing things about the Order of the Phoenix, and Hermione stared at Harry's back, she felt something was wrong.

After Harry walked some distance away, he felt irritable and had a headache.

But at this time, Peeves didn't open his eyes and made up songs to scold him.

Fidget, fidget, fidget!

Harry clenched his fists, angry.

He didn't notice that not far away, John was holding a sword in his hand.

Looking at the red light above, strangeness flashed across John's eyes.

Putting the sword of Marvolo back in the pouch, he watched Harry punch the air.

"The influence of the Horcrux."

Glancing at Harry, John turned to leave.

Stopping Malfoy who was going to punch Harry, John restrained his emotions and said, "Draco, do something for me."

Malfoy's face was gloomy, and John saw Neville chasing him, and took them away.

...

library.

John sat down wherever he wanted.

Not long after, Hermione came here.

Seeing John, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"John," greeted John, and Hermione came over and sat down.

She glimpsed the gilt black leather cover on the table.

"You read the story books?" Hermione was a little surprised, rarely seeing John read these books.

John closed the book calmly, and said flatly, "Some stories contain different revelations."

Looking at Hermione, John chuckled and said, "For Harry?"

Embarrassed, Hermione nodded and said, "Harry wasn't like this before, but recently he..."

"Hermione," John said quietly, "I don't want to know how he is."

"Okay," Hermione said a little disappointed.

Tom sneaked into the library from outside, and everyone seemed to be used to it.

Coming to his feet, Tom stuck out his tongue happily when he saw Hermione.

Hermione was in a better mood, and suddenly remembered Tom's teeth that had bitten people into mad dogs, and the hand that he handed over froze.

"What's the matter with Tom's teeth?" she asked.

John said casually, "Maybe I ate something wrong."

Tom whined bitterly, indicating that he hadn't eaten indiscriminately.

The rare time Hermione sat with John, it felt like she was back in first year.

"You've changed a lot," Hermione sat looking at John.

John is taller and thinner.

His cheeks sunken at some point.

Hermione remembered that John ate a lot.

"Didn't you eat well?" she asked.

John was flipping through the book, his fingers paused slightly, and there was a trace of bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

It was like an illusion, Hermione was watching, and John had regained his composure.

"It's just changed." John chuckled, "You've changed too, haven't you?"

"Me?" Hermione wondered.

John took it for granted: "You used to have messy hair."

"Shut up, don't mention it." Hermione couldn't help blushing when she thought of the messy hair before, and said angrily, "I still remember when we first met, you said that I have big teeth."

She's grinning now, but she's still brooding over that incident.

John smiled and said, "Yeah, who would have thought, time flies."

From just entering the Nine and Three-quarters Station, to the fifth grade now.

The two also sat together from the beginning, and now they meet less.

"John, what on earth are you..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, but still asked through gritted teeth, "Dumbledore and Snape seem to have a strange attitude towards you."

She is a clever witch, always good at finding something.

Such as the Order of the Phoenix Snape and Lupine's strange attitude towards John, and Dumbledore.

In their third year, they went to meet Dumbledore together.

Dumbledore's attitude towards John was very strange.

Like... the Time-Turner.

Why didn't Dumbledore give it to John?

She thinks there should be more than one, judging from the girl's intuition.

Also, the song of the Sorting Hat.

Does it imply something.

Nearly Headless Nick said that the Sorting Hat may have heard something in the Headmaster's office.

What happened between them?

Hermione was a little uneasy, she didn't want certain situations to arise.

Either Harry or John.

They are all their friends.

Those who are caught in the middle are the most difficult.

John put down his book and met Hermione's eyes seriously.

"Hermione, if one day you had to choose between me and Harry, what would you do?"

This question made Hermione's heart skip a beat.

She said with difficulty, "No, I mean something like this, it won't work, right?"

She wanted John to tell her it was a joke.

Although she has discovered John's changes to Harry and Ron, Hermione still wants to be willful.

The only response to her was John's focused and serious expression.

For no reason, Hermione panicked.

Hermione said with a forced smile, "It's not going to happen, is it, you wouldn't hurt Harry."

She said, and John said, "What if Harry hurts me?"

"No, Harry absolutely not." Hermione shook her head again and again.

"John." Hermione called John, her first best friend.

"I promise you, I won't hurt Harry." John put his hand into the small bag and rummaged inside.

After waiting a while, he produced a ring and a Whomping Willow amulet from his satchel.

"This is?"

"Your birthday present."

As if what happened just now didn't happen, John handed the things to Hermione and said lightly, "Some magic items can protect you at certain times."

"Well, I like it."

Hermione pursed her lips and took the things.

She looked at the expensive ring, feeling inexplicably empty in her heart.

She hesitated and asked, "You won't..."

"I won't hurt Harry." John's eyes hit Hermione's heart.

"I promise." John said seriously.

Hermione nodded to show she believed it, turned and left the library.

After she left, John reopened the collection of stories.

His eyes were empty, and he didn't look at what was written on it.

A card was twirling in his fingers.

On the card, there is a symbol of an eye, and a thin layer of fluorescent light flows through the symbol.

This is a card given by Trelawney in the third grade. It has an ancient magic card that can help her prophesy once.

Tianmu card.

John ran his fingers over the words in the storybook, and finally settled on 'Death'.

"Deathly Hallows."

His eyes stared deeply, and he rubbed his fingers back and forth, as if he wanted to take out the contents.

...

Malfoy and Neville walked together, and Malfoy finally calmed down at this time.

He looked at his right hand and gave Neville a smug look.

Neville was very helpless, he held a long object wrapped in cloth in his hand, and he held the end with the cross.

He used this thing as a walking stick, looking down from time to time to see if the exposed red gem was shining.

The two went back and forth at Hogwarts, and some people saw the combination as very strange.

When Harry returned to the common room, he saw the Weasley twins preparing a large box for post.

"What's this?" Harry stared at the box.

George, one of the Weasley twins, said, "Some candies, we're sending them out for testing."

Fred said, "Originally we wanted to ask the lower grades to test, but there are more professional people at Silver Hand Angel Investment."

George and Fred had already planned their way forward.

After graduation, they will go directly to Diagon Alley to become the boss of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

As their patrons, silver-handed angel investors need to test the quality.

They once said that if this thing has not been tested by humans, the effect may be different.

But the person in charge smiled mysteriously, reassuring them.

Silver hand angel investment has a royal medicine jar.

...