I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Tom was obedient and did not go too far away.

It carried the dog food and ran all the way to the Whomping Willow.

The short legs burst out with flexibility that was inconsistent with his body, and entered the secret passage under the Whomping Willow without even a bit of dog food.

It's true what John often said to Malfoy, my dog ​​behaves better than you.

After entering the passage, Tom ran happily into the Shrieking Shack.

A big black dog was recuperating inside. The big black dog had lost some of its hair. When it saw Tom coming, a look of joy appeared on its face.

Tom put the dog food down and pulled it apart.

The big black dog came forward to eat heartily, and Tom's tail wagged like a propeller.

After eating, the big black dog talked to Tom.

Tom nodded from time to time, as if in response.

...

John hit a wall three times today, so he simply went to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets to study the Dementors.

Dementors were used as experimental subjects, and John opened the box.

As the Dementors came running out, he held out his wand and turned it like a key.

"The soul is back."

The ghost spell was activated, and the Dementor that had originally come out stiffened. Then, it seemed that something was about to come out from under the rag body.

John pushed harder, and the Dementors let out a sharp cry.

John couldn't stand the harsh sound, and he waved his wand to throw the Dementor back.

"The body and soul are tightly embraced, and to pull the soul out, you have to tear it apart."

John recalled the feeling just now, as if his soul was stuck together with super glue.

He looked calm and said, "In that case, let's try again."

The Dementors were released again, and John plugged his ears and cast the Ghost Charm again.

The Dementor's body was gradually torn in two by a force. When it was about to succeed, John's hand shook, and the Dementor stopped screaming, and its body turned into thick smoke and dissipated.

"died?"

Staring at the Dementor's disappearing body, John rubbed his temple which was aching from the noise.

Unexpectedly, he killed one by accident, so he had to catch a new one.

"It's like a soul, but more like it's been pieced together."

There was no one else around, so John took out the parchment and wrote it down, then had to go and catch another one.

The Boggart's box stopped shaking, as if it knew something terrible was happening outside.

Boggarts are timid creatures in the final analysis and only transform into other things to scare people.

Taking the box out, John repeated his old trick, caught a Dementor outside the castle, and continued his experiment.

After a while, the Ministry of Magic noticed that there were fewer Dementors.

Chapter 121: The Case of the Missing Dementors and Jealousy

"Cornelly, I told you I won't do anything to the Dementors."

In the principal's office.

Dumbledore had a headache. In front of him was the pot-bellied Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge, wearing a bowler hat, raised his voice and asked, "Who is that? I mean, who else besides you can make three Dementors disappear without a trace?"

The Dementors disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic's first suspect was Dumbledore.

Because the headmaster had expressed his dislike for Dementors more than once, and he could not think of anyone else who possessed this ability except Dumbledore.

Strictly speaking, the Dementors in Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic are not in a superior-subordinate relationship.

They have a cooperative relationship. The Ministry of Magic provides prisoners as food for the Dementors, and the Dementors are responsible for guarding the prisoners for the Ministry of Magic.

That's why Fudge angrily went to Dumbledore after learning that the Dementors were missing.

If this matter is not handled properly, the Dementors will go on strike and the prisoners in Azkaban may escape.

Azkaban was a no-no, at least not while Fudge was Minister, and the Dementors could not make mistakes.

Dumbledore was helpless. He waved his hands and said tiredly, "Cornelly, besides me, there may be other people who can do it. Besides the Patronus Charm, there may be other spells that can kill Dementors."

Fudge thought of a possibility, and with horrified self-deception, he shouted: "Impossible, we all know, he, he can't come back!"

The first figure that appeared in his mind was that person. Fudge thought of another possibility and said to himself confidently: "I know, it's Sirius, it's definitely him!"

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and Fudge's body swayed.

"It had to be him. He was lurking nearby and killed the Dementors."

His voice became louder and louder, as if he was trying to convince himself, and finally he almost yelled, slammed the door and left.

Dumbledore looked at his back and sighed to himself that everything had changed.

Fudge was not like this before. At that time, Dumbledore lent him his influence and made him the Minister of Magic. It was power and comfort that made him cowardly.

The Ministry of Magic had better candidates at that time, but Dumbledore felt that the wizarding world needed stability.

Looking back now, that might have been a wrong choice.

Fudge has been avoiding the fact that Voldemort might come back, and he would not believe it even if Dumbledore said it.

"Power should not be used as a private tool."

As long as Dumbledore wanted, or even just showed interest, his old friends, former students, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot and even the entire wizarding world would make him Minister of Magic without hesitation.

But Dumbledore knew his true heart. He was pure, strong, brave and upright, but he could not touch power. It was a deadly poison that would make him lose himself.

His younger self had been with the man who had become the first Dark Lord to lift the Statute of Secrecy, and Dumbledore knew that it was his own thoughts that had rubbed off on him.

Therefore, even during the most dangerous eras of the two Dark Lords, he never tried to get involved in power and even avoided it.

He gently touched the small golden funnel on the table with his fingertips, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was telling someone.

"I hope you're not like that."

Two figures seemed to appear before his eyes, one was a young man in his prime and full of vigor, and the other was an equally handsome student wearing a Hogwarts uniform but with a camouflage mask.

Their figures gradually overlapped and a third person appeared.

Dumbledore wanted to see clearly, but unfortunately his eyes were blurry and he could only see the man's back.

“The possibilities are endless.”

Withdrawing his fingers, Dumbledore looked back at the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor.

He is so different, yet so similar.

He is growing stronger and stronger, while I am growing older and older.

The phoenix is ​​old, can it still rise from the flames?

...

This was the second time John had run into Minister of Magic Fudge, whose face looked stinky, as if he had eaten the canary cookies newly developed by the Weasley twins.

Fudge looked grim and was muttering words like Sirius.

John shrugged when he saw this. The Minister of Magic must have been humiliated by Dumbledore.

After returning to the Slytherin common room, John found that there was another person with a sour face here.

Daphne's pretty face wrinkled up, and it was almost as if she had a temper written all over her face.

As the little brother who needed Daphne's help in class, John leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you? Did Tom mess up your notes?"

The last time it stunk this bad was because Tom messed up the notes that Daphne had worked so hard to organize, and Daphne chased after Tom.

Tom, the dog, thought John was playing with him, so he was having fun in front, but he finally bumped into John's hands and found out the whole story.

When his dog did something wrong, John had to clean up its mess. He said righteously, "I'll let Tom do a somersault for you. Don't be angry with a dog."

Daphne glanced at John and said sarcastically: "Thank you, John——"

The voice was drawn out, the tone sounding as if it was deliberately shrill, giving John goose bumps.

"Uh...you're welcome." John rubbed his arms and replied subconsciously.

The next second, Daphne immediately frowned, snorted coldly, and turned away.

John stood there confused. Didn't he want Tom to perform a somersault?

I do remember that Tom would eat dog food while standing upside down.

The next day, John thought he could get Tom to perform a handstand and eat dog food for Daphne.

In the auditorium, Daphne arrived and sat a few seats away from John.

John leaned over and whispered, "Come with me, I'll show you something."

Daphne's expression changed slightly, and she was delighted. She thought John had finally gotten the idea.

After saying this to her best friend Pansy, she left with John full of anticipation.

Pansy gave a look that showed she understood everything, then glanced at Malfoy, who was loudly plotting with his two followers on how to deal with the Gryffindor junior. She really wanted to smash the plate of potatoes in the peel on Malfoy's head.

After leaving the auditorium, Daphne and John walked all the way to the covered bridge with great anticipation.

Few people come to this place, and the long covered bridge is built with stone and wood.

The morning breeze blew across her cheeks, ruffling John's longer black hair. His perfect facial features were illuminated by the morning sun, making them look even more beautiful. The ends of his hair brushed across his brown eyes that looked like a salamander, making Daphne a little obsessed.

She looked at John expectantly, feeling shy inside, but still managed to stammer, "John, what do you want to show me?"

She pretended to be nonchalant because her mother said that a woman who is too proactive will not be cherished.

John stared straight into those light grey-blue eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, causing Daphne's heart to slow down a beat.

"I know you've always been bothered by it, and I know what you mean..."

Perhaps John's eyes were too passionate, which made Daphne unable to help but dodge.

John saw that she looked expectant and shy, and her smile became more and more obvious. He realized that his guess was correct.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Daphne was startled by the sound of music coming from somewhere around her.

"Look here, Tom has trained himself to eat dog food while standing upside down in order to make amends for you!"

John pointed to a dog that was forced to work with pride and excitement in his voice.

Tom came over with the food bowl in his mouth, tore open the dog food bag and poured in the dog food. He used his front paws to push hard and roared.

Its legs were floating in the air behind it, and it completed a handstand using only the strength of its front limbs. Its long ears drooped as it ate its food in big mouthfuls.

The atmosphere was very quiet for a while, and John was cheering Tom on.

"Come on, Tom, eat!"

"You can do it, Tom, believe in yourself!"

"Come on, you're going to be the dog king!"

The sound of waving flags and cheering fell into Daphne's ears, and her originally shy expression turned into a cold one.

She stared at Tom who was working hard and sneered twice.

"How about it, it's awesome!"

John watched with satisfaction as Tom ate everything.

"hehe."

Daphne smiled coldly and said in that sarcastic high-pitched voice again: "Thank you, John——"

Why does this sentence sound so awkward?