I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The owl exam is accompanied by heavy learning tasks.

This also caused many students to collapse because of the learning tasks, and the guy Umbridge continued to exert pressure, causing some students to learn and cry suddenly.

Malfoy looked at Hannah Abbott who was taken away, and said with disdain: "The psychological endurance is too low."

Turning his head, he saw John watching him silently.

"You were not much better at the Whooping Willow." John said earnestly, "You cried too."

Being exposed, Malfoy couldn't hold back his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

John didn't let Malfoy die for long, after all, everyone has pressure.

The learning atmosphere of the entire fifth grade is depressing.

Hilde sometimes brings high-end candy, which is said to be from friends of her kind.

It is used to reduce the pressure on children in the classroom, and it will also perform strike training to let them vent their pressure.

John looked at the silver-handed sweetheart candy logo printed on it, and he could probably guess who the big injustice was.

"Look at your worthless appearance." John sighed, wondering if the candies were paid for.

After class, John saw Neville at the Star Club.

Neville put down a foul-smelling box as if he was facing an enemy, his whole body was tense, and the sword of Marvolo in his hand was aimed at the box.

The ruby ​​on the sword emits a strong red light.

John understood what it was, and Neville, worthy of being the Son of Prophecy, found it.

"Where did you find that?" John walked in, the buzzing in his ears trying to influence him.

"In a room on the eighth floor, that thing will affect people, be careful!"

When Neville saw John approaching the box, he almost rushed over with an exclamation.

John stopped him, motioned him to reassure.

Open the box, inside is a sparkling crown inlaid with gemstones.

At the bottom of the crown, John saw a line of writing.

"Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings."

Rubbing the lettering with his fingers, he murmured, "Ravenclaw's diadem."

Legend has it that Ravenclaw's diadem has the ability to increase wisdom.

John looked at the crown. This thing had been made into a Horcrux, and it kept making a sound similar to hissing.

Parseltongue.

It wanted to influence John, but unfortunately it was the wrong idea.

John's soul cannot be shaken.

Neville was able to resist all this because John had healed his parents for him.

If something happened to his parents, Neville might be affected, but now Neville is happy and happy, and he doesn't have any thoughts of blaming others.

The right hand was opened, and traces of black emerged from the fingertips.

Feeling the danger, Crown made a cry that hit the soul.

Neville almost fell down, staggered and held on to the wall, the sword in his hand was not put down, and said in pain, "John, what should I do?"

"Wait a minute, Neville." The crown was dying, and the black silk in John's hand was wrapped around it, "It's all right now."

Neville covered his ears with his hands and said in surprise, "You succeeded."

"Thank you, Neville," John said.

The Soul-eating Curse he created naturally restrained Horcruxes, if it was replaced by other people, even Dumbledore would not be able to restrain Horcruxes like John.

Ravenclaw's crown was entangled, and John manipulated the Soul Eater Curse to enter into the crown.

The hidden fragment of Voldemort's soul could not come out alive.

"It's the same as the gold cup." John put away the Soul-Eating Curse.

Among the Horcruxes made by Voldemort, except for Nagini, the diary has the highest wisdom.

Like the cup and the crown, it is not directly revealed.

They hid.

"Interesting, if they both have autonomous consciousness, what will happen to them when two soul fragments touch?"

John stared at the diadem, unable to extract the fragments yet.

Rather than destroying these treasures, he hopes to preserve them.

The relics of the Big Four, except for the sword of Gryffindor and the locket of Slytherin, have been obtained.

...

Harry felt that if there were no training sessions with da, he would be really upset.

You need to study under Umbridge's malicious eyes every day, and you need to be careful not to let your brain get into trouble.

At the same time he had an idea that Umbridge's face should be very good if the members of DA all got 'Excellent' in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Today they will start practicing the Patronus Charm.

This spell, which even the Aurors may not know, Professor Hilde never thought of teaching such a complicated spell in the fifth grade.

Last lesson before Easter.

Harry had put Cho Chang in his mind, and he explained how to use the spell.

He reminded everyone that training the Patronus Charm can certainly protect oneself well, but the specific results still need to be seen in the actual application results.

They practiced in brightly lit classrooms, and their minds were full of cheerful and entertaining memories.

If facing a dementor, whether it can be summoned is also a problem.

Qiu Zhang looked at the swan patron saint he had summoned, with obsession in his eyes.

Patronuses are indeed very beautiful.

Lavender looked at the swan enviously, her Patronus Charm was only a silver mist.

Hermione's Patronus is an otter.

The atmosphere was joyful and peaceful.

But this atmosphere disappeared with the opening of the door.

It was Dobby, his eyes wide with terror.

He came to report to Harry, but due to his identity as a house-elf, he couldn't say it.

Harry guessed and guessed, and finally knew what happened.

Someone has tipped off and Umbridge is coming.

As soon as the news came out, everyone was stunned.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry shouted, "Run!"

The members of the da army scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling to run out of the gate.

It's just that after the door opened, an old woman in pink just moved a chair and sat there.

A boy wearing a Slytherin school uniform next to him kept taking pictures with a camera, and everyone who came out was photographed in the face.

It's useless even if you run away.

Harry ran out and was also caught by the flash.

He paled, but Umbridge smiled even more obnoxiously and disgustingly.

No one thought that they would be taken over by one pot.

All these people were detained.

locked in a classroom.

Umbridge sat at the front, still toying with the slender quill.

"Tell me, Harry Potter is the initiator."

Her voice echoed in the classroom.

The atmosphere is very depressing, and everyone has that kind of quill on their desks.

Harry recognized the thing, he had a scar on the back of his hand that he still has today, from the pen.

Umbridge came up to a girl, her flabby face looking so scary.

Hannah Abbott burst into tears, so she couldn't arouse Umbridge's sympathy. She stroked Hannah's head and asked in a whiny voice.

"Did Harry Potter lead the establishment of that place?"

Hannah wept and shook her head.

Umbridge let out a contrived laugh and walked over to the other man.

This time it was Hermione.

"No one organized it, we just passed by." Hermione answered first.

Umbridge looked at her and said softly, "You shouldn't be lying."

She looked at everyone again and said loudly, "None of you should lie."

"I need you to transcribe some sentences until someone will come out and identify Harry Potter."

Harry glared at her, and Ron pressed his hand and whispered, "Dude, don't give her the chance to fire you."

They could all see that Umbridge wanted them to identify Harry so she could fire him.

As long as they didn't talk, Umbridge couldn't do anything to them.

After exchanging glances, they both made up their minds.

Umbridge told them to pick up quills and start writing on the parchment.

"I hope you can study hard and become useful to the wizarding world."

Umbridge said hypocritically, "Failed education has turned you into undisciplined and lying students."

"I need you to write, I can't lie."

After speaking, she smiled.

"Just write it." Seamus said unconvinced.

Take the quill and swipe across the parchment.

But as he was writing, he found something was wrong.

Not only him, but other students gasped.

Bright red writing appeared on the back of the hand, as if carved into the skin.

Umbridge is like listening to a concert, sitting in a chair and listening with closed eyes.

The students wrote in pain, some broke down and sobbed, and some were full of pain.

While Umbridge was enjoying the concert, the classroom door was opened.

It's Dumbledore.

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