I swung a sword at Hogwarts

After saying that, John stood up and remained polite to the dean.

Snape looked at John's back, his eyes drawn to his right hand that was hanging down.

He seemed to notice something.

There was thought, doubt and scrutiny in his expression. He said nothing and watched John leave.

...

After the showdown with Snape, John didn't expect there was such an inside story.

"Lupin was actually involved in a murder?"

John stroked his chin, lost in thought.

One is an employee who dared to raise his wand to Johnny Silverhand, and the other is a professor who participated in the murder.

The contrast between the two made John unable to see Lupin clearly.

“Not remembering the original is the trouble.”

At this moment, he regretted deeply why he didn't watch Harry Potter a few more times.

After traveling through time, he didn't think about magic, so he didn't try to recall it.

By the time I found out, eleven years had passed and I couldn’t even remember it.

Having a headache, John complained, "I wasn't even allowed to rest properly during the holidays."

Azkaban Fugitive.

Animagus.

Soul surgery.

Dementors.

grim Reaper.

Now there's another murder.

John has been very busy this year.

Heading to the Room of Requirement, John enters Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets.

His right hand still needed treatment. Although Gryffindor had few books on the soul, it did have a lot of magic on healing.

Make yourself a potion using a unicorn horn.

The milk-like liquid swirled in the silver cup, and John drank it without changing his expression.

I have no sense of taste now, let alone magic potion, even if you let me defend my thesis, I would...well...I really don't dare to do that.

After drinking the special potion, John's right hand finally stopped shaking so much.

It’s just that the unicorn horn is almost used up. He usually makes one for Nagini, and now there is only a section less than the length of a finger left.

"We need to find some."

Unicorns are rare, and there are not many even on the black market in Knockturn Alley.

Fortunately, John has a friend, Hagrid, who is a big supplier of materials.

With the Forbidden Forest at his back, Hagrid would have to rely on luck to get a unicorn horn.

John was ready to try his luck. If Hagrid happened to have it, he wouldn't have to wait for Silver Hand Johnny's Store to buy it on the black market.

Dark clouds made the sky gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain lightly.

When John reached Hagrid's hut, a cat and a dog were walking towards him.

It's Tom and Crookshanks.

"So he was looking for Yaya to play with."

John wasn't surprised to know that the two little guys went out often.

Before he even entered the door, John heard sobbing coming from inside.

It was a powerful voice, and I knew it was Hagrid's without even thinking about it.

John was puzzled, "Why is Hagrid crying again?"

"Wait, why did I say again?"

"Come to think of it, it seems like Hagrid cries a few times every year."

The first graders cried for the fire dragon Norbert, the second graders cried for the eight-eyed giant spider Aragog, who will they cry for this year?

Curious, John leaned over and knocked on the wooden door.

Heavy footsteps approached quickly and the door creaked open.

Hagrid stood there, holding a pink handkerchief in his hand, which was sticky with snot and tears.

Macho face, girly heart.

"John, have you heard?"

When Hagrid saw John, he became even sadder and gave him a bear hug.

John felt his ribs protesting.

"Hagrid...let go...of me."

Three years, three full years!

John looked desperate. He had been exercising for years, but his body was still so fragile when facing Hagrid.

Is hard work so worthless in the face of talent?

...

Chapter 140 Angry Harry and Weeping Hagrid

Gryffindor common room.

Harry had been sleep deprived; he had finally been able to go to Hogsmeade yesterday.

Unlike the good mood when he left, he heard some shocking news.

His parents were betrayed.

The betrayer was Sirius Black.

What he couldn't believe the most was that Sirius Black had another identity.

godfather.

This strange yet familiar name made Harry feel dazed.

Sirius Black is his godfather.

He is my father's best friend and most trusted brother.

But he betrayed, betrayed his comrades, betrayed his good friends, betrayed...his own parents.

At that moment, Harry knew, he knew with all his might, that he could not remain calm.

It was like drinking poison, with icy cold yet surging hatred intertwining and entangled in the body.

He was angry because that person caused him to lose his parents.

He was resentful that his father had trusted that person so much, but was betrayed.

He was terrified that the man had escaped from Azkaban and was here to remove the last obstacle to Voldemort.

He was sad. How sad it must be to have the high walls built by parents broken down by someone you trusted.

Anger, resentment, fear, sadness... all kinds of emotions blended together, like boiling water sprinkled with seasonings and added to mud, gurgling and steaming, forming a pungent and unpleasant smell...

Hatred!

He saw Sirius Black laughing at him in the darkness, like someone had pasted a picture from an album in front of his eyes.

It was like watching a movie, and he saw how Sirius Black brutally killed Peter Pettigrew, another good friend of his father.

A voice filled with flattery and excitement echoed in my ears: "Success, Master, Mr. and Mrs. Potter let me be their secret keeper!"

The screams were accompanied by high-pitched laughter, just as they would be when approached by a Dementor.

The father's resistance and the mother's pleading.

Green light flew into his eyes, making the two people he loved most disappear.

revenge!

These two words appeared in my mind without any warning, yet so reasonably.

The flames of revenge began to burn from his toes, and after a night, even Harry's hair was screaming for revenge.

He had a vision of a man his own age, strong and elegant.

John would have done the same.

Although I don’t have the strength like John, I have the courage and the courage to face death!

When the day dawned, Harry didn't know whether he had slept or not.

His eyes were filled with gloom, and the aura he exuded made people afraid to approach him.

Walking out of the dormitory, he sat on the soft sofa.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"Harry, you look terrible." Hermione didn't know what to say.

Since she met Harry, she has never seen Harry like this.

At the same time, she also knew that her enemy was the Godfather, which was a terrible thing.

Hearing his friend's call, Harry sobered up a little and asked, "Where are all the people?"

"Let's go. Today is the first day of the holiday, remember?" Ron looked at Harry carefully and said, "It's almost lunchtime. I was just about to wake you up."

The drizzle on a cloudy day turns into snowflakes.

"Stop and fight, you yellow-bellied bastards!"

The fire in the fireplace brought warmth to people. Crookshanks saw someone going out and followed him out.

"Harry, listen to me."

Hermione knew her eldest son too well, and this expression clearly meant revenge.

She exchanged a look with Ron and said, "What we heard yesterday must have been very upsetting to you, but the important thing is that you don't do anything stupid."

The worry on her face was clear, and Harry looked up, asking, "Like what?"

What else, of course, go find Sirius Black!

"Like going to find Blake," Ron said directly, as if they had rehearsed the conversation.

Harry's condition was very worrying, but he said nothing.

Hermione asked worriedly, "You won't, will you, Harry?"

Ron followed up with, "It's not worth dying for Black."

Not to mention whether he could defeat Sirius Black, just the fact that he had killed someone would mean he would not be able to escape and would be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Harry understood all of this, but seeing the person who killed his parents walking around at large made him feel like worms were crawling up to his heart and biting him with their serrated mouths.

"You know what I see and hear every time a Dementor gets too close to me?"

The young man's energetic voice became three points deeper and he said hoarsely, "I heard my mother screaming and begging Voldemort. If you heard your mother screaming like that before she was killed, you would never forget it."

"You can't do anything!" Hermione said in panic.

"I know!"

Harry said angrily: "But you want me to do nothing!"

The voices suddenly quieted down. Harry looked at Hermione and opened his mouth. Finally, his eyes dimmed and he said, "I'm sorry, Hermione. I... I just thought of that person."