I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Harry was dreaming again.

This time he dreamed of something different.

At first it was the door, he kept trying to get closer, but he couldn't touch it.

But the difference was that when he approached the door, the scene in front of him changed.

He changed places.

A very strange place.

He was placed on a table, a sculpture of a giant dragon, and strange words floating all over the room.

Harry thought it was an ordinary dream.

But he saw an unexpected person.

He would not forget that man, in the courtroom, standing in that lofty, silver mask.

Johnny Silverhand.

He saw what Johnny Silver Hand seemed to be doing.

Johnny's silver hand opened his palm and released blood. The giant dragon sculpture swallowed the blood, its eyes turned red, and a room was opened from behind.

After watching Johnny Silver Hand enter the room, there was a suffocating atmosphere inside.

As if there would be no more happiness, the endless chill came out from inside with dreadful fear.

He was glad that he seemed to be in a cover. He seemed to be crumpled into a ball and stuffed into a glass cover. He couldn't even stretch his hands and feet, he could only curl up.

Harry desperately wanted to wake himself up, but it was like a nightmare, and he struggled to no avail.

He watched Johnny Yinshou enter the room, and when he came out again, there were endless screams from inside.

That scream went straight to the soul, and Harry had a splitting headache, and he swore that if he listened to it just a little longer, his head would explode.

Luckily the door was closed, and Harry was relieved, he had thought that would be the end of it.

Johnny walked towards the outside with silver hands, but before he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around.

those eyes.

Harry swore he saw it, and there seemed to be doubt in those eyes.

After staring for a while, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and a terrible feeling swept over him.

That look made Harry's scalp tingle.

The scar on his forehead ached like it was burning, and he woke up with a start.

The whole person bounced up and sat up straight, the tips of his hair were wet with sweat.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked ravingly, having fallen asleep in a daze.

"It's okay." Harry, drenched in cold sweat, replied as he looked at the dim light outside.

Ron didn't answer him, but there was a sound of sleep.

For the first time, he felt that snoring could give him such a strong sense of security.

Harry got up and stood by the window, breathing greedily, it made him feel alive.

Seeing himself through the glass, his face was pale and bloodless, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

He stared at his own face.

In the next second, his pupils in the glass shrank and turned into two vertical pupils like slits.

Those eyes!

Startled, he rubbed his eyes hastily.

Looking again, the eyes have returned to normal.

But the horror of that moment, he didn't feel better until the sky was fully lit.

...

In the auditorium.

Ron said in astonishment: "Then are you okay?"

Knowing that Harry was dreaming, Hermione and Ron sent worried looks.

"I think this matter should be told to Professor Dumbledore." Hermione mentioned this matter again.

Harry was somewhat resistant, he was like an adolescent boy, being angry.

"No, he's busy avoiding me."

He may not have realized the seriousness of this matter.

Hermione was a little anxious, why didn't the child listen to persuasion.

Regarding the dream, they gradually let go of it after class.

At the end of the day's lessons, John walked into the Forbidden Forest.

After feeding the food to Zou Wu, John rubbed the big head and said with a light smile, "You did me a big favor."

Zou Wu took out the fur ball and put it down, looking at John expectantly.

John thanked Zouwu for sending him to Azkaban yesterday, so naturally he would not refuse.

One person and one cat left marks one after another in the snow. Tom ran over and tried to pick up the fur ball larger than his body with his dog's mouth.

After playing around for a while, Zou Wu was satisfied.

Watching Zouwu run into the Forbidden Forest, John heard the sound of the horsemen running.

He frowned, the horse people should have no conflict with Zou Wu.

When driving away the animals in the Forbidden Forest, they did not attack the horsemen.

He saw the centaur running past from the Forbidden Forest, including Firenze whom he had seen before.

"Is there anything in the Forbidden Forest?" John watched suspiciously as the centaur ran into the depths.

He went back to Hagrid's hut and magically pulled out the raw meat inside to feed the Thestrals.

The thestrals were put back in place, and after an hour of feeding, John saw Hagrid come out.

He looked like he had just come out of the Forbidden Forest, with blood on his face.

John stared at Hagrid, and the sound of thestrals gnawing on raw meat made Hagrid finally spot John.

"John," Hagrid hurriedly covered his face, he didn't dare to let John see his injuries, "why are you still here?"

"I was feeding thestrals, Hagrid." John frowned. "Are you hurt again?"

"No, no." Hagrid said quickly, "I just accidentally fell in the Forbidden Forest."

This lie was so clumsy that even if Hagrid collided with a rock, it would be the rock instead of Hagrid's skin that would shatter.

"I respect you, Hagrid." John took a deep look at Hagrid, and said in a deep voice, "I won't ask you what happened again, but you have to promise me that nothing will happen."

"I can assure you." Hagrid nodded hastily.

He was afraid that John would actually do something.

He knew that John had this strength.

Waved goodbye to Hagrid.

John went to the Star Club, and he made an appointment with someone.

Walking into the Star Club, a person is already waiting there, searching for the stars in the cabinet.

"The one on the left." John snapped his fingers, and the chair ran over on all four legs.

The man opened the cabinet on the left in the night, and there were stars emitting golden light inside.

"I remember when I left with less than three bottles."

At a glance, there were at least ten bottles in the cabinet. When one was taken and opened, a cup appeared out of thin air on the table.

The golden wine fell into the golden cup, and two cups of stars were taken up, one of which was placed in front of John.

"You did a great thing."

The man's face reflected in the golden fluorescent light was Percy.

He has matured a bit, without the immatureness in school.

John chuckled, "It's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Percy took a sip of the stars and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Minister Crouch is known as the best minister in the past 20 years, and his political performance is much better than that of his predecessor, Fudge."

In less than half a year, Batty Sr. has done more things than Fudge in a few years.

"Dumbledore went to see Minister Crouch," Percy said in a low voice as he sat down. "They talked about dementors."

"Dumbledore knows that I took the dementor away?" John shook the golden liquid in the glass and said with a smile: "Then he can't do anything."

"He's looking into your intentions," said Percy. "My father met with Dumbledore, and they both expressed concern about the behaviour."

"The good news, though, is that they agree that you won't give the Dementors another chance to join Voldemort."

Percy said the name flatly. He heard the news when he was dealing with the confiscation of Muggle stoves for Egyptian wizards.

Although Dumbledore was worried about what John might do with the dementors, he reassured Mr. Weasley about it.

"If your father finds out, I'm afraid he will have a bigger opinion of you." John was referring to eavesdropping.

Percy was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "I hope to be able to do something about the Ministry of Magic."

"That's a dangerous thing, Percy." John paused and said, "You still have a position in the Ministry of Magic."

"My father is also an official of the Ministry of Magic," Percy said, looking at John, "but he is also working for Dumbledore."

"Okay," John took a sip of the golden wine, nodded and agreed, "You convinced me,"

"I do have one thing. I want to find out what the Order of the Phoenix is ​​worried about."

His eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice, "If possible, I would like to know."

"Under the premise of not destroying your family relationship."

"I will. In fact, I think my brothers know something about it." Percy sighed helplessly, and said, "Unfortunately, they don't like me."

Thinking of the Weasley twins' attitude towards Percy, John couldn't help shaking his head, and said, "You have different pursuits, and different people are destined to be difficult to be together peacefully."

The Weasley twins are like a pair of magpies, they twitter and gather together in lively places.

They didn't like Persina's conformity.

As for Ron Weasley, John felt that he disliked Percy more because of his low self-esteem.

Percy's excellence, on the contrary, sets off Ron's ordinaryness.

Under the gap, inequality will inevitably emerge.

Percy came through the Stars Fireplace, where a Floo network ran.

Naturally, it is the kind that is independent of the Ministry of Magic.

He stepped into the blue flame and disappeared, and John looked up at the shining stars in the dome.

"More and more people are getting involved."

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