I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

A strange question began to circulate in Knockturn Alley.

"Do you know that thing?"

Someone wanted to find out the source, but this sentence seemed to appear out of thin air.

There is one week left until school starts.

Strange rumors spread like viruses.

It's almost a greeting.

"Isn't there going to be an accident with this kind of publicity?" Tang Mi put away the candy gift box he was going to give to Ozzy, and asked in confusion, "More and more people are paying attention to this matter."

"No," John sat on a comfortable chair, adjusting the angle of the back of the chair, "that thing is essentially a contract."

Finding a comfortable angle, John leaned forward and made a comfortable soft sound.

"Except for the incidental effects inside, it's not a wishing device at all. If it is, it's just my wish."

John chuckled lightly, and Jin rubbed his sore hands, completely speechless about the hands-off shopkeeper.

During John's absence, Kim took over the office position.

John simply used the excuse of letting him continue to be familiar with him, and gave the job to Jin with peace of mind.

Now Jin and Tang Mi are one outside and one inside.

John is much more relaxed.

Tang Mi is a little worried about the Holy Grail, it is something that can make people rejuvenate and live forever.

As a refiner, John clearly knows that the effect that thing can bring is not as exaggerated as the rumors.

Rejuvenation and immortality are indeed possible.

But more can't be done.

The essence of the Holy Grail is a carrier, carrying the power of the Gate of Things and the contract of death.

That's why John chose Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

The elixir of magic and the Philosopher's Stone nourishes the soul in the bond.

"What we need to worry about now is when we can get that thing from the Order of the Phoenix."

John closed his eyes and thought.

The thief in Mundungus's family was a little inefficient in stealing things. After so long, although the things they brought were valuable, none of them were Horcruxes.

Lifting his eyes slightly, John saw a black long-eared owl flying over outside the window.

Riddle landed on the table and handed a letter to John.

Opening his eyes, John sat up straight.

"What's wrong?" Tang Mi noticed this scene.

"I underestimated you, Dumbledore."

John was twisting the parchment in his hand, with an uncertain expression.

"I thought you would be in a mess if you didn't have the headmaster position, but I didn't expect you to successfully persuade Slughorn to let you return to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore was allowed to return to Hogwarts Castle to live out his old age.

Slughorn was a cautious man. Voldemort was away, so he not only applied for Auror security at the Ministry of Magic, but also allowed the greatest wizard of this century to stay in school.

Dumbledore didn't lack in wisdom knowing that he would play against Slughorn's cautious character.

"To protect Harry?" John stroked the rough paper with an uncertain expression.

"My lord?" Tang Mi asked, "Do you need to intervene?"

If John wanted to, he could propose to Batty Sr.

Shaking his head, John wasn't going to do that.

"Let him stay, whether it's to check and balance my influence or to protect Harry, he can play a role in Hogwarts."

John's expression returned to calm, and he lit the letter until it turned into ashes and floated up.

"My new principal still has a lot of work to do and I hope he can sort it out soon."

Being jointly invited back by the four deans gave Slughorn enough face.

John didn't get too involved with Slughorn's decision.

He wants to make sure that he can live smoothly for the next two years.

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"30 Galleons for one use."

The drunk man with one shoe missing had a pipe in his mouth, hiccupped his head while holding a wine bottle, and said, "One time settlement, no credit."

In front of him was his missing shoe, a stiff heel with a sour smell.

Throwing the bag containing Gallon in front of him, the alcoholic wizard burst into a smile.

Looking up, the people under the black cloak couldn't see their faces clearly.

The voice was indistinct, and men and women could not be identified, "London."

The drunk wizard nodded, and the man in the black cloak walked over and stopped in front of the leather shoes.

This is a doorkey channel that is not regulated by various countries, and it is expensive and belongs to the smuggling channel.

Grabbing the laces of the leather shoes, the man in the black cloak disappeared.

The drunk wizard opened the purse, and the golden coins inside made him laugh from ear to ear.

A suburb of London.

The man in the black cloak appeared.

She looked into the distance, and her body exploded and disappeared.

Found in the Blind Pig's Pub where Knockturn Alley meets Diagonal.

A gust of wind blew, and a corner of the black cloak was lifted, revealing horrific burnt skin.

Push open the door and go in, Blind Pig Bar doesn't care about the attire of the visitors.

The waiter came over and was about to ask, but the man in the black cloak went straight to the inner compartment of the bar.

Misty and dreamy lights and bubbles filled the bar, but in the inner layer, sat a dignified lady who was out of place with the surroundings.

The lady looked around, with a look of looking and waiting in her expression.

Suddenly, the compartment door was opened.

Then a curved wand rested on the lady's neck like a claw.

The door closed slowly, and the sound outside was instantly isolated.

"Bella," the lady was forced to raise her head, "you shouldn't have treated me like this."

"Your husband, your son, they all betrayed the master."

Her voice was hoarse, not like a woman's, and the madness was suppressed tightly, revealing a pair of eyes of hatred and madness.

"Sissy, tell me, how can I get revenge?"

Hearing the word revenge, Narcissa's heart skipped a beat.

She pretended to be calm, and said coldly, "That's them, I never betrayed the Dark Lord."

"Really?" Bellatrix seemed to want to see through her good sister.

Narcissa looked at him without giving in, and said arrogantly: "None of the things I did for him failed."

The sharp wand around the neck moved away slowly.

Bellatrix straightened up, and she slowly pulled off her hood, revealing a terrifying face.

A third of the skin on her face had been driven into wooden nails. She looked at her younger sister, as if she was afraid that she would deceive her.

"Sissy, I know, you won't betray us."

Bellatrix hugged her sister as sensitively as a child.

There was hatred in her voice, "Rodolphs, that damn bastard, he betrayed his master in the end, he should be glad that he is dead."

An extremely resentful voice, as if the person speaking was not her husband.

It belonged to the marriage between Black and Lestrange, and Bellatrix had never had any feelings for that husband.

Narcissa's body froze, and she slowly landed her hands on the back with scorched skin.

There was a flash in her eyes, and she couldn't bear it, and asked, "How did you survive?"

Stretching out her hand to touch the nail on her face, Narcissa couldn't believe it was her own sister.

Once, though insane, Bellatrix could have been a beauty before, not the monster she is now.

"Resentment is the driving force for my survival." Bellatrix seemed to be immersed in tenderness.

Leaning on her sister, she talked about this time.

Voldemort treated Bellatrix with a very ancient dark magic, though the man survived.

But it also gradually became less human.

Voldemort went to liquidate those traitors.

Voldemort, whose soul has returned, seems to have regained his IQ, hibernated, and contacted those dark creatures.

Originally, the Malfoy family was in the liquidation.

But Narcissa sent a message with the flying cicada that belonged exclusively to the Black sisters, which made Voldemort change his mind.

Probably thinking of Narcissa's previous efforts to instigate the house elves in Black's old house, he gave him a chance.

"Oh, my Sissy, my sister, you won't betray us, will you?"

The pitiful little Bellatrix stroked Narcissa's face.

"Bella," said Narcissa, "I have something to tell the Dark Lord."

"About the thing hidden in Hogwarts." Narcissa didn't finish.

Bellatrix's complexion changed, and she pressed the sharp wand against Narcissa's neck.

And Bellatrix seemed to be crazy, half crying and half laughing: "Cissy, you have to do something to make me believe you."

"What do you want to do?" Narcissa's fingers curled tightly around a wand under the table.

Bellatrix said frantically: "I have a mission, and I will definitely help me, right, Sissy?"

The sharp tip of the staff pricked Narcissa's skin, and her heart sank.

For her hand, grasping the wand, was entangled in the cold, slender green snake.

Narcissa had no choice now.

She slowly let go of her wand, nodded and said, "I will help you."

Bellatrix was back to her pathetic self again.

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