I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

It was a happy day for the train to go to Hogwarts.

On the train, the former people left.

The newcomers follow the train to the magic school.

Luna was sitting in the car, and the car was occupied by a horned snoring beast that had grown to the size of a cow.

She lay on the crooked snorkel, the brown hair wrapped around her body comfortably.

The horned snoring beast let out a mooing sound, and Luna stuffed a dragon fruit with skin into its mouth.

Turning his head and looking through the glass of the carriage, he looked at the two people who were at war outside.

"Last time you were lucky."

"Really, I don't think it's you who are lucky."

Girls with red and blond hair, who don't let each other after they meet in the aisle.

Ginny folded her arms around her chest, raised her eyebrows, and said with a fighting spirit, "I will end Slytherin's victory this year."

Astoria was noncommittal.

The two passed by.

Luna flipped through The Quibbler.

Suddenly, Luna felt something and looked out the window.

The large disc shell she was wearing wobbled.

An owl appeared outside, followed by a second, and a third.

More and more owls appeared, flying past the Hogwarts Express towards Hogsmeade.

Urgent newspapers fell from the sky.

The pretty proprietress of the Three Broomsticks walked out the door and picked up a newspaper, her indifferent expression turning terrified.

"Merlin—" She covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Her eyes were red, and tears rolled down the profile that fascinated the wizard.

Tears broke free of her skin, fell from the air, and shattered on the newspaper.

The shattered tears, printed in the newspaper that was covered by fire in the city.

More and more people saw the newspaper, and their reaction was disbelief.

Everyone is looking at the newspaper.

The wind blew up and down the newspapers all over the sky, flying towards Hogwarts.

Slughorn was looking at the instructions, pondering with a red canister.

"Pull the tab and there you go, magical Muggle."

He opened it curiously, and the gas turned into white and floated out.

"Oh, bad." Slughorn glanced out the window, where the owl tapped on the glass.

When he put down the soda, he accidentally touched it, and the soda splashed white on the desk.

Slughorn hastened to lift the jar, and heard the urging tap of the owl again.

"Okay, okay, I'm here." He could only put down the messy things, went to open the window and took the newspaper, and waved his palm angrily, "You're such a nasty owl, get out of here!"

The owl pecked the back of his hand dissatisfied and flew away.

Slughorn yelped.

With dank air blowing against his face, Slughorn looked skyward and said, "It looks like it's going to rain."

The gloomy clouds murmured as Slughorn entered the house to put down the papers and was about to clear the table first.

He glanced at the newspaper inadvertently, and he froze in place.

"Bhutan Kingdom Explosion, Barty Crouch Including Many Ministry of Magic Deaths"

He stared blankly at the newspaper.

The open windows were blown open, and the parchment he was working on at his desk yesterday was blown away.

Slughorn waved wildly, sending a piece of parchment flying.

Following his strength, the parchment flew out of the balcony, dangling on the top floor and flying down.

Pass the Transfiguration office on the second floor and get hit by a falling drop of water.

Then the pouring rain wet it down.

Professor McGonagall sat in her office, facing the Quidditch practice ground, with a bun on her head.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

She looked at the newspaper delivered by the owl and murmured to herself with tears in her eyes, "This is so cruel."

Thousands of wizards died under artillery fire, which was the biggest disaster in the wizarding world for 500 years.

She saw the lists of the dead, and looked at the young or not young faces on them.

Some were former students of Professor McGonagall.

The witch, who had been at Hogwarts for decades, could hardly accept the disaster.

She turned the next page and saw the people on it.

That child, he is like a child of the gods.

In the newspapers, the surviving wizards looked up at the man who scattered light in the sky.

"The Second King Appears, Saving the Surviving Wizards"

Any title seems powerless in front of this picture.

...

Hogsmeade station.

The students happily stepped off the train.

"Hagrid."

Ginny greeted Hagrid. The rain came so untimely that Hagrid was drenched in the rain.

Hagrid looked preoccupied, as if he didn't hear.

Strangely enough, Hagrid was wearing that suit of armor.

Ginny was a little puzzled.

Luna got off the train, and the Horned Snork squeezed through the train door before getting out.

"He seems sad."

An ethereal voice sounded, and Luna lowered her eyes, "It's a very bad feeling."

"Luna?" Seeing Luna like this for the first time, Ginny was also confused.

The horned snoring beast mooed, and Luna walked forward while drenched in the rain.

"Wait, Luna!" Ginny followed, using her wand and umbrella.

"Go, little ones, go."

Hagrid nervously let the new student follow him.

Thestrals were pulling the carriage, Luna was drenched, her hair stuck to her face, and she leaned against the body of the horned snoring beast.

The Crooked Snork pressed its body against Luna, making her feel warm.

Ginny sat across from her and watched her worriedly.

The carriage stopped, and the two walked towards the oak gate.

The rain didn't seem to stop.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts is even stranger.

Peeves didn't show up to greet the new students in the way he was good at.

In the auditorium, the students saw the professors waiting.

Slughorn was whispering to Snape, and even Snape looked serious.

Astoria became the new backbone of Slytherin, and she sat in her place, watching.

Professor McGonagall said to Slughorn, who was still whispering: "We can't let these emotions affect the start of school."

Things outside should not enter this ivory tower.

Despite their efforts to make the start of the term a success, the newspaper was still read by the students the next day.

...

"How's it going?"

John calmly questioned the Ministry of Magic personnel present.

The employee shook his head, "Other than that, there are no survivors."

"I see." John waved his hand.

He looked at the ruins covered by thick smoke and closed his eyes.

Psychic magic spreads.

Every place he passed, John would sweep over.

Unfortunately, there is no response anywhere.

Theodore was beside his king, his body covered with scars.

He didn't know where to start, so he just stood there quietly.

Until John moved, he hurriedly looked up.

"What's wrong?" John was as calm as an emotionless machine.

Theodore moistened his dry throat with saliva, and said hoarsely, "They are all dead."

This they refer to the star disciples.

Oxer, Gemini, Execution Platform...

This trip to Bhutan killed them all.

Obviously Oxer was still talking to himself today, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a corpse that couldn't be pieced together.

Gemini's body was found, and they were not separated until their death.

"I see."

It was John's still calm voice that responded to Theodore.

John said calmly, "You did a good job, Theodore."

Theodore was silent for a while, and asked, "What should we do?"

"Take them back," John said silently, "Is there any sign of Little Barty?"

"His body was not found."

"This is good news."

There was a trace of fatigue in John's eyes, he waved his hand and said, "Go back."

"king."

"It's an order," John said.

Theodore had to leave.

John was left alone in the ruins. The divine guard lifted the pieces of rubble, looked at the dead man inside, and took him out and put them aside.

He walked to a collapsed wall and sat down, looking at everything with complicated eyes.

Rita Skeeter, who heard the news, stopped and raised her hand to stop the reporters who were going to go.

"This is big news," the reporter said excitedly, "We interviewed the second king."

Rita looked at the lonely Wang, turned her head and said to the reporter, "You are fired, take his things and throw them into the snow mountain."

"Huh?" The reporter was dumbfounded, before he could speak, he was dragged away by other colleagues.

When reporters from other newspapers came over, Rita just said, "Everyone, don't bother him."

When the reporters heard the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" speak, none of them dared to go over.

Rita guarded not far away, this woman who likes to slander others with gossip, is not interested in gossip at the moment.

She is like a bodyguard, protecting her king.

Things here are being widely reported, and the entire magical society has set off an earthquake.

What's more, people who see the image, they seem to see the end of the world.

The deaths of numerous Ministers of Magic have caused the chaos to spiral out of control.

Some say revenge.

But to whom?

Inger was the first to die under the flames.

Who else?

Grindelwald?

still is……

Muggle?

...