I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Harry received many letters, he was very happy, he felt that he was helpful.

At the same time, his depression between young men and women was gone.

This joy lasted until Umbridge arrived.

As an open weapon to check and balance Dumbledore, Umbridge's worst thing is student freedom.

Especially Harry Potter, who she regards as the key object of care.

"I can't get John Wick, can't I get you?"

Umbridge rushed up to Harry and asked slowly, "Why do you have so many letters, Mr Potter."

"Is it illegal to receive letters now?" The Weasley twins were as bold as ever, and Fred retorted in public, causing a trace of resentment to flash in Umbridge's eyes.

"Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll put you in solitary confinement," said Umbridge. "Mr. Potter?"

Harry hesitated, trying to hide it, but thinking that sooner or later Umbridge would see The Quibbler, he simply confessed; matter."

"Interview?" Umbridge narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his voice became louder. "What did you say?"

"The reporters asked me questions, and I answered." Harry threw the Quibbler over. "Here."

Umbridge caught it, and his slack face turned an ugly burgundy at the sight of it.

"When?"

"Last time in Hogsmeade." Harry answered truthfully.

"Mr. Potter, it seems that you enjoy this kind of attention from others." Umbridge was smiling, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes. "Why are you lying?"

"I didn't!" said Harry angrily.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Umbridge smiled artificially, "and another week of lockdown."

Harry clenched his fists, shaking with anger.

Before noon, an educational order about not being able to watch "The Quibbler" was issued.

Hermione smiled when she saw the news.

Harry couldn't figure her out, they were all being targeted.

"Can't you see?" Hermione whispered like a proud little lion, "If you want everyone to see your article, the best way is to ban it!"

Students are rebellious.

It's okay not to ban it, after all, "The Quibbler" is not something that attracts public attention.

But when Umbridge personally called them out and refused to show them, the students' rebellious psychology emerged.

During lunch time, even though they didn't see "The Quibbler" appearing at school, all the students were discussing it.

Things about Voldemort's resurrection began to spread in the school.

And the professors seem to be acquiescing that Harry is doing the right thing.

For example, Harry got twenty points for handing Professor Sprout a watering can.

For another example, Professor Flitwick smiled and handed Harry a box of screaming sugar mice at the end of Charms.

They are all expressing their approval.

Adds even more to the credibility of this post.

"Big star, do you enjoy it?" Malfoy appeared in front of Harry, mocking Harry with sarcasm.

"Umbridge's right, you're a real pushy fellow."

Ron roared angrily, "What did you say!"

Malfoy kicked Ron directly in the stomach, making him bow like a shrimp.

Picking up Harry's collar with both hands and pressing him against the wall, Malfoy growled like a wild beast: "His death is not what makes you famous!"

"I told you so, Potter!"

Malfoy in this form is very scary, and no one can stop him.

It was the first time Harry felt that Malfoy had so much strength, he glared, "I never thought that way, I just want everyone to know that Voldemort is back!"

"Shut up!" Malfoy put his arm against Harry's throat, his face full of violence, "Don't think of yourself as the savior!"

"Malfoy!"

Professor McGonagall found this place. With a pale face and thin lips pursed, she said sternly, "Put Potter down."

Malfoy ignored it, and another voice sounded.

"Malfoy, put Harry Potter down."

Snape also came, he glanced around and frowned, "Do you want to be deducted points?"

Harry felt Malfoy breathing harder.

Wheezing like a buffalo, he finally released Harry and gave Harry a hard push so his head hit the wall.

He walked through the crowd with angry steps, and the others didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of offending this bully.

...

Neville was panting heavily and had a dark circle over his left eye, as did Malfoy.

The two punched each other, and finally Neville punched Malfoy in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground.

The two were lying on the ground gasping for breath, while John sat on the side without saying a word.

"When can we take revenge!"

Malfoy roared into the sky.

John stroked the ring and said lightly, "Soon."

"I'm not reconciled," Malfoy groaned from his throat as he sat up, "Why, why is Heinrich the one who died, while Harry Potter drew everyone's attention."

"Is his death so worthless, or is the savior more precious?"

It is written in "The Quibbler", repeating his death again, but everyone is admiring Harry Potter's bravery.

No one cared about the death of Heinrich Edgar, as if everyone was rejoicing that it was a bad seed from a black magic family who died, not their savior.

They don't even know Heinrich!

"I can swear there will be a huge crowd of people who will mourn Harry Potter when he dies."

Malfoy got up irritably and hit the wall hard, bleeding from his hand, he didn't realize it.

The object of his anger was not Harry, but Heinrich, whom everyone was glad to have died.

John stopped his fingers and said calmly, "This is reality, Draco."

Yes, reality.

John got up and walked in front of Neville. Neville, who had been silent just now, was even more silent at the moment.

"I'm going to kill Voldemort," he looked at Neville, "Neville, I'm pinning my hopes on you."

Finding the Horcruxes is the key to killing Voldemort.

John is only missing the last two.

So, he needed Neville.

Never before had Neville felt the weight on his shoulders.

He didn't know why John asked him to look for that thing, but he knew that what John said would definitely be done.

He said he would kill Voldemort, and he would do it.

Not only the savior can save the world.

...

Little Hangleton.

The long, blond hair is left unmanaged and has a greasy feel

Footsteps sounded in the cemetery, and the wand exuded a faint light.

Arriving at the place where he was late, the masked person stopped in that charred and irrecoverable place and remained silent for a long time.

He walked into a large area of ​​scorched black, and the land was extremely dry, like a black hole swallowing some of it.

He came to the middle and lay down slowly.

There were stars in the night sky, and he slowly took off his mask.

The scorched breath entered his nose, and he stretched out his hand to touch the ground, as if he could still feel the scorching heat at that time.

"very hot."

He sat up, revealing a blond face.

Kim Ledisley.

As if he was afraid of disturbing others, he said softly, "It's really hot."

"Why do you have the courage to go inside?"

As Jin talked, he picked up a piece of scorched earth with his fingers.

The scorched earth scattered in the palm of the hand, and fell into the dust across the fingertips.

He stood up and looked towards the hillside in the distance, where there was a mansion that didn't look like a commoner.

"The last place."

His eyes were full of confusion, and he whispered, "I'm scared, I'm afraid I'll fail."

He reached out to touch the badge on his chest, and the scorched marks revealed warmth, as if his palm was on his chest.

Kim headed in that direction, which was his last goal.

He had traveled to many places before, without exception, and found none of them.

Even if he dug those places three feet into the ground, he couldn't find that thing.

John said that getting that thing is the key to success.

For this reason, even if it is death, Jin is not afraid.

After all, he had witnessed something more terrifying than death.

He wanted to forget, but that incident was imprinted in his mind, reminding him all the time.

The time of walking felt very long.

It seemed a long way from the cemetery to the hillside.

But no matter how far the road is, there will be a day when he is standing in that mansion.

Riddle House.

Tom Riddle's father's house.

...