I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

In order to facilitate the return of Hogwarts students to school, the Ministry of Magic specially opened a one-time Floo network connection.

Mrs. Weasley has a poison and needs to be in hospital.

Today's parting seems particularly deserted.

Sirius went to school early, Lupine left, and only Mr. Weasley and Bill were there.

"Take care of yourself, Harry, and you, Ron."

Bill was a big brother, and he patted both of them on the shoulder.

Mr. Weasley was sad, but still cheerful in front of the children.

"Ginny, I'm sorry..." Harry wanted to apologize to Ginny, not only because of the broomstick, but also because he failed to play the role of the savior.

"Mom will be fine." Ginny was a strong person, and she had no doubts that her mother would pull through.

In fact, Harry had done enough, if Harry hadn't controlled the broomstick to cut up the weeds, they probably wouldn't have been able to leave at all.

Walking into the emerald green fire, Harry called Hogwarts.

Taking one last glance at the much deserted house, he disappeared surrounded by flames.

"Good evening, Potter." Professor McGonagall put down her quill and stood up.

She watched Harry climb out of the fireplace, dust being rubbed on the carpet.

Professor McGonagall was not angry, but looked at him gravely and kindly.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry put on his glasses, which had been magically repaired.

He smoothed his hair, and Ron and Ginny followed.

Seeing Ginny's pretty red hair turn into short hair, Professor McGonagall had pity in his eyes.

"Good evening, Weasley."

"Good evening, Professor." The siblings responded in unison.

The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office together and walked towards the Gryffindor tower.

Because of the Weasley family, the Weasley brothers and sisters received extra attention when they returned to school.

Before it was completely dark, Dean, who had read the newspaper, ran over to Ginny and asked, "Are you all right, Ginny?"

"I'm fine." Ginny's short hair style also attracted much attention.

Before reaching the lounge, many people gathered around to ask about the attack.

This made Ron very upset, his mother was still lying in the hospital room.

The joy of Christmas leaves only sadness.

"Worthless." Ron came to the fat lady and said the password.

The fat lady glanced at him and said, "No."

Ron yelled, "What's wrong?"

"The password has been changed, please don't shout," said the fat lady.

"Harry! Ron! Ginny!"

Hermione ran towards them, pushing through the crowd, and hugged Harry.

She said with a happy and sad tone: "Great, you are all fine."

Ron indicated that he was the one who was injured, and Ginny was also hugged.

She was wearing a cloak, hat and gloves, and her face was so red from running or from the wind.

"I came back two hours ago. Forgive me Harry. I didn't know what happened." Hermione said guiltily. "I didn't even communicate with you at the first time."

She went abroad, but she didn't expect that her little friend was going through a narrow escape.

Take three people to the door and say the new password, "Quit drinking."

The Fat Lady hiccups and limply reveals the doorway behind, where she drank the 500-year-old wine in other paintings during Christmas.

After entering the common room, more people came to ask questions.

This made Ron very uncomfortable, but these students cared as much as they were curious.

After dismissing their classmates, they sat down on the sofa.

Hermione handed Harry a roll of parchment, a note from Dumbledore.

During the Christmas period, Dumbledore kept guard in that small office.

Talked about something about Christmas, and then about the attack.

The three little ones have always talked about everything, and it is the same this time.

Harry touched the outline of the gold locket under his sweater.

Ron said, "We almost died there, if we hadn't met Luna."

"Luna's Horned Snork," said Hermione in surprise, "I didn't know that little guy could take people away."

"It's already a big guy, it's like a puppy." Ron said, rubbing his swollen buttocks, "and he likes to poke people's asses."

Even though it was only verbal, Hermione couldn't help covering her mouth and letting out an exclamation.

It was so lucky, whether it was Harry and Sirius who went to the Burrow temporarily for the holidays, or the fireworks that were released by Luna, or the dog that rushed out of the flames.

There was a variable in the middle, and they couldn't meet at this time.

The Ministry of Magic approached the Weasleys' house five or six times, asking the murderer tirelessly to confirm the identity and purpose of the murderer.

The next morning, the new semester begins.

There is an extra notice on the bulletin board in the common room.

Students who have reached the age of 17 or who turned 31 on August 17 can participate in Apparition classes taught by Apparition teachers sent by the Ministry of Magic.

There will be a total of twelve weeks. Participants need to sign the notice below and pay the tuition fee of twelve galleons.

Harry and others also participated, and they lined up to sign.

In the evening, at ten minutes to eight in the evening, Harry straightened himself and knocked on the Gatekeeper's office.

The door opened, and it was Dumbledore.

He didn't seem at all surprised to see Harry.

"Come in, Harry."

He stepped sideways and invited Harry in.

Harry walked in, and Dumbledore asked kindly, "You should find that thing under the cupboard, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry heard that he wanted to take off the thing around his neck, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Take it, Harry, we need to go somewhere else."

Harry was taken aback, another place?

Immediately after seeing Dumbledore reopen the door, he politely walked to the next door and knocked on the door.

On the familiar wooden door, the eye symbol glanced at the two of them.

The door opened.

...

Star Club.

The starry sky is bright, and the clouds and mist are changing shapes.

It was the first time Harry had walked in, and it was also the first time Dumbledore had walked in.

Although the picture is beautiful, their eyes will all look at the person next to the round table in unison.

john.

John raised his eyes, glanced lightly at Harry next to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You didn't tell me that Harry is coming too."

Dumbledore smiled kindly, and said in a relaxed tone: "Harry is the discoverer of this thing. Strictly speaking, he is the owner."

John sneered, glanced at Harry who was still standing there, and said, "Tea? Pumpkin juice?"

"I think the last one is pretty good," Dumbledore replied for Harry, blinking his eyes, "It's just fine, isn't it?"

"Greedy," John said.

The little golden man struggled to open the wine cabinet and brought out a bottle of glowing golden wine with a grunt.

It was also the first time for Harry to see this kind of wine. After he sat down, he watched several golden figures cooperate to hand over the wine to John.

John snapped his fingers, and a delicate and expensive goblet appeared in front of Harry.

John opened the wine bottle, and the wine in it was obviously empty, but it appeared in the wine glass strangely.

"Thank you," Dumbledore took a sip of the wine glass calmly, and said with emotion, "It's really delicious."

"Speak the truth."

John glanced at the trickster Dumbledore, put one hand on his chin, and said lazily and casually, "You want to make a deal with me?"

"Then the price... what is it, Dumbledore?"

This scene seems to be full of disobedience.

An old man who is over a hundred years old, and a student who is still in school.

It turned out that the students seemed to dominate.

Dumbledore changed the topic and smiled: "I think you can open a bottle of wine for the owner, and you can see your respect."

John frowned, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

There was no respect in his words, nor was Dumbledore annoyed.

Acting no different from the usual kind grandfather outside, Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Harry is the one who is talking to you about business."

Harry was stunned, when did he say he was coming to discuss business?

He looked up at Dumbledore, and saw Dumbledore's eyes full of trust under his half-moon glasses.

"Oh?" John jokingly said, "Alright then, let Harry talk to me, but you have to take out the chips first."

"Whether it's trading or gambling, we always have to see if the chips are eligible to go to the table."

Hearing this, Dumbledore signaled Harry to show the thing.

Harry took out the gold locket from his clothes, and the snake-shaped marks on it all revealed the identity of the item.

"I still underestimated fate," John sighed, "You found this thing."

"Mundungus is going to steal it." Harry shook his head.

"Mundungus." John said with an unintelligible sentence, "Let's start trading."

John straightened his lazy posture, and suddenly there was an aggressive aura coming towards Harry's face.

He said meaningfully: "Please state your conditions."

"Money? Fame? Status? Props? Potion? Or do you want to experience rejuvenation?"

He said the latter sentence to Dumbledore.

The fact that he belongs to the second king allows him to offer conditions that ordinary people can't get in a lifetime.

Looking at Harry, John wantonly exudes the arrogance of a superior.

A student as young as himself said that, and Harry couldn't even find a rebuttal.

Because he knew clearly that John didn't exaggerate his words.

This locket is like a wishing machine at this moment.

The tremendous pressure made Harry short of breath, and Dumbledore whispered, "Harry, just follow your heart."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to have magic, making Harry's breathing even.

He recalled Mrs. Weasley lying in a hospital bed, and even the therapist couldn't help him.

He makes his own decisions.

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