I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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Life is precious, and love...love is precious too.

If it is for freedom, then we cannot have all three at the same time?

As someone who almost died, John was filled with emotion.

Although there were many twists and turns this time, fortunately the final result was good.

Nagini's soul is incomplete and she cannot walk yet.

John made a wheelchair for her and kept her well at Belby Manor.

I don’t know if the blood curse has a preservation function. When John asked, he found out that Nagini was old enough to be a grandmother, but she still looked to be in her twenties.

If this function didn't allow them to turn into snakes, women in the magic world would probably beg to be cursed.

After rubbing his shoulders, John asked Damo Alex to take care of Nagini and prepared to go back to school.

Without John telling her, Damo Alex would take care of Nagini as her own mother.

That's the blood curse.

The curse that was recognized by the magic world as unsolvable was solved by himself, and the second Order of Merlin, First Class, seemed to be beckoning to Damo Alex.

If you want to touch Nagini, even if you are Voldemort, Damo Alex will dare to use the Killing Curse against you.

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[Ding, complete the task, get any point +1]

[Soul Walker: Wandering in the realm of life and death, holding a death token can enter and exit the misty fantasy world]

John Apparated back to Hogsmeade.

We left in the morning and it was almost sunset when we came back.

There was still time to wander around, but John wasn't in the mood.

He went to Honeydukes and bought a dozen chocolate bars. After eating them, his pale face finally looked better.

His face was so pale just now that the owner of Honeydukes Candy Store almost thought he was a vampire.

"My hands are a little out of control. Is it because my soul is weak?"

Looking at his right hand, it was shaking while holding the chocolate. John was helpless. It seemed that he would have to rest for a while.

Completing his daily spell at sunset, John returned to Hogwarts.

The hand tremor problem would not be cured in a short time, fortunately John used his left hand to wield the wand.

Back at Hogwarts Castle, he headed straight into the common room.

He needs to have a good sleep, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

By the time John woke up, it was past dinner time.

He headed for the kitchen without much haste, something the house elf was used to.

"What can I do for you, sir?"

"Meat, preferably steak."

John waited for a while, and the house-elf brought the steak like a treasure.

He ate slowly, turning the steak in his stomach into strength.

However, as John savored it, his expression changed from confusion to horror.

After finishing a steak, he ordered another serving of apple pie.

After taking a bite of apple pie, John looked ashen.

He has no sense of taste.

When I was eating chocolate before, I was so anxious that I didn’t notice this.

Now what he put into his mouth had nothing but taste.

It tastes like chewing wax.

After mechanically finishing his apple pie, John left with a deathly pale face.

The cost of this rescue was too high.

He sat in the common room for a long time before accepting this.

"You are so cruel, God of Death, to make a foodie lose his sense of taste."

John clenched his fists, with undercurrents in his eyes.

At this moment, an idea came to his mind. Why not collect the Deathly Hallows himself and catch the Grim Reaper to fight?

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Chapter 139 Murder and Talent

hall.

John took the bread in one hand and put it into his mouth.

It's dry and has no flavor other than a slightly stiff texture.

Malfoy went home, and Daphne was called back by Mr. Greengrass.

There are fewer Slytherins, and it feels much quieter.

Heinrich spread the jam on the bread and placed it to John's left hand.

"Why don't you ask?" John glanced at Heinrich, and he didn't seem to be at all surprised about what happened to his hand.

"In Durmstrang, wizards often become disabled without realizing it."

Heinrich's golden eyes were dull beneath his black hair, and his pale and handsome face looked sickly.

As if he was used to this kind of thing, Heinrich sat down and began to serve John consciously.

John frowned and said, "We are friends, Heinrich."

Heinrich moved, his eyes hidden by his hair were dim, he shook his head and said, "To me, you are the shining light that Edgar has been pursuing all his life."

He spoke seriously and John was silent for a moment.

He originally thought that what Heinrich meant by following was just joining the Star Society, but now it seems that there is more to it than that.

"Then I'll leave my back to you."

John looked up, his face serious.

A smile appeared on Heinrich's sick face. He put his right hand on his chest and said as if swearing: "Behind you, there will always be the shadow of Heinrich Edgar."

It's called Shadow, pursuing light.

John chuckled and said, "Even so, it doesn't prevent us from being friends, right?"

Heinrich was slightly startled, and his heart felt warm.

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Those who touch the taboo will pay the price.

An eye, an arm, a leg or... life.

In comparison, John's loss of taste didn't seem that serious.

At least his handsome face and nose are still there, right, Voldemort.

Professor Lupin was going to enjoy himself during this holiday, and John felt a little more relaxed.

Because Lupin had sharp eyes, John's intuition told him that Lupin had discovered something.

After a tasteless breakfast, John went to Snape's office.

Snape was convinced that John had found the werewolf, and it would be unreasonable for him not to give an explanation.

At the same time, John was also very curious about why Professor Snape hated Lupin so much.

Even if you don't know their grudges, you can still feel the strong hatred.

It was like stealing his wife.

Stopping at the door of Professor Snape's office, John knocked.

After a while, the door was suddenly opened.

Professor Snape walked out with a gloomy face, and sneered when he saw John.

This left John scratching his head.

Smart people don't need too much communication. Snape made way for John to enter.

John walked in and the door at the back was slammed shut.

Snape strode over with a stern face and uttered a word stiffly: "Sit."

His dean was in a bad mood. John thought about it and it seemed that he had not been deducted points recently.

Sit down obediently, Professor Snape took out a bag from the drawer of the table and spread it out like a walking bat.

There are various potion-making tools inside, but the most eye-catching one is the bottle of truth serum.

John tensed up and smiled awkwardly, "Professor, it's not necessary, is it?"

Snape glanced at him and sneered, "You keep your mouth shut, otherwise I wouldn't have heard any gossip for so long."

So you want to rinse my mouth out with Veritaserum?

This made John realize why he was angry. John scratched his head awkwardly and asked, "Because of Professor Lupin?"

In one sentence, the dean gave me some cold shoulder.

John had guessed that there might be some grudge between his dean and Lupin, and now it seems that there is more than just a little bit of grudge, but a huge grudge.

Swallowing hard, John calmly reached out and tried to roll up the tool bag.

Snape discovered him and slapped the back of his hand. John pulled his hand back and grimaced in pain.

"Professor, do you have a grudge against Professor Lupin?" John asked doubtfully, as if he felt that his question was too straightforward. He added, "Ahem, the students have a good impression of Professor Lupin."

"Not bad? That hypocritical and ugly guy!"

Snape said this almost through gaps in his teeth.

He recalled the past, that group of annoying Gryffindors.

James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin.

These four people formed a group and were the most incompatible with Snape.

Casting curses was common, and once, Snape almost died at the hands of Lupin.

At that time, there was no wolfsbane potion for werewolves, so Lupin could only hide in a place where no one went and endure the torment of transformation every full moon.

But once, Sirius Black deliberately brought Snape into that room.

Although James Potter saved him in the end, Snape didn't think it was a rescue.

He thought James was afraid of being fired.

Facing John's question, Snape's cheek twitched, stared into John's eyes, and said coldly: "What if the good professor you are talking about has ever participated in a murder?"

murder? !

John was shocked.

Remus Lupin?

In his impression, Lupin, whether in Johnny Silverhand or Hogwarts, seemed to have nothing to do with murder.

Judging from Snape's expression, he didn't seem to want to talk about this past event.

"He's a dangerous man, John Wick," said Snape.

John was silent for a while, then met the scrutinizing gaze without fear and said, "If that's the case, I know what I would do, but before that, I will investigate."