I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Then the two of them ran around the castle at the fastest speed they had ever run.

With less than five minutes left, the two men were passing the spiral staircase when they heard Scrimgeour's voice.

"Johnny Silverhand is coming to Hogwarts?"

"No signs."

The sound of Scrimgeour's footsteps receded, and the two men quickened their pace.

When passing by a place, he just missed Peeves and avoided unnecessary trouble.

At the last second, just as Dumbledore closed the door of the hospital wing, two men ran back.

Dumbledore turned his head without surprise, a big smile appeared behind his silver beard, and he asked softly, "How is it?"

"Done!" Harry and Hermione, one leaning against the wall, the other with her hands on her shoulders, both panting and pale.

Harry felt his stomach churning and his internal organs were about to roll into a ball.

"You look a little tired," Dumbledore listened carefully to see if there was any sound in the hospital wing, "Oh, you also escaped. Come in. I'm going to lock you in."

As time goes by, Dumbledore becomes more cunning. This is to create an alibi for the three little ones.

As they were about to enter, Hermione pulled Dumbledore's sleeve and whispered, "Professor, John is in trouble."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then said kindly: "I know everything. You go in first."

After the door was locked, Dumbledore turned and left, his steps becoming more hurried.

After a few minutes, roaring sounds were heard from afar.

The temporary Minister of Magic, who was also an iron-blooded Auror, was surprisingly angry. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, both puzzled.

"Is it because of Sirius?" Harry asked.

They listened carefully and found that it was not only because of Sirius, but also mixed with Silverhand's words.

...

"It's nice to meet you, Sir Johnny Silverhand."

Dumbledore saw the famous Johnny Silverhand, his eyes filled with wisdom behind his half-moon lenses.

In front of him, in the silver mask and green robes, Lord Silverhand spoke in a deep, hoarse voice and shook hands with Dumbledore.

There was already someone in the room before Dumbledore entered.

Rufus Scrimgeour looked unhappy, as if Johnny Silverhand had just said something to him.

"Sorry, I need to excuse myself for a moment. That damn Sirius needs to face sanctions."

Scrimgeour glanced grimly at Johnny Silverhand and went over with the Executioner and Snape.

There were only two people left in the room. Johnny Silver gave a light sigh and said, "Principal Dumbledore, I heard that your school is willing to restart the Triwizard Tournament. I am willing to sponsor a sum of money as a reward."

"Oh?" Dumbledore's face was expressionless.

He was even more curious about where Johnny Silverhand got the news from. This was just a plan and no more than four people knew about it.

"Sponsorship? I wonder how Lord Johnny Silverhand is going to sponsor?" Dumbledore remained calm.

Johnny Silverhand tapped the table with his fingers and said, "I have been committed to training underage wizards. This is a good opportunity to promote it vigorously. If Headmaster Dumbledore is willing to agree, we will provide 5000 Galleons as a reward."

This amount directly multiplied the original reward of 1000 Galleons. Dumbledore seemed to be considering this matter as well.

Seeing Dumbledore's thoughts, Johnny Silverhand said, "In addition, Johnny Silverhand's store will give away a set of the 'Z' series products, and is willing to undertake the subsequent maintenance work."

'The' series.

Dumbledore was somewhat tempted, as the 'Z' series from Johnny Silverhand's store was extremely popular, even for Aurors.

This set of equipment is almost as expensive as the Galleon reward.

The most important thing is the subsequent maintenance. Some of the 'Zhi' series need to refill the magic power, but maintenance can greatly save this.

For students who are able to obtain this set of equipment, it is undoubtedly a shortcut.

After thinking for a while, Dumbledore agreed.

Then, he saw Scrimgeour running back with a dark face, roaring at Johnny Silverhand: "It's you, it must be you!"

"what happens?"

Dumbledore pretended not to know, and Scrimgeour roared like an angry lion, his eyes fixed on Johnny's silver hand.

Johnny Silverhand said calmly, "I don't know what the 'temporary' minister is talking about."

The word "temporarily" irritated Scrimgeour. He stared at Johnny Silverhand with bloodshot eyes and said, "You rescued Sirius, Johnny Silverhand. I know it was you."

Johnny Silverhand sneered, "I have never left this room since entering Hogwarts. This is a serious slander, Mr. 'temporary' Minister."

Scrimgeour's face turned red with anger, and Snape came back gloomily and said, "Perhaps Potter, it's not the first time he has done those little tricks."

Immediately, Scrimgeour led his men into the school hospital.

Too bad Dumbledore, the old bee, was prepared for everything.

Harry skillfully said that he didn't know, and Scrimgeour was so angry that he had no place to vent.

In the end, he could only leave in anger and search the nearby area with the Aurors.

Johnny Silverhand and Dumbledore both looked indifferent.

To make matters worse, the Daily Prophet came over and wanted to interview him. Scrimgeour was too embarrassed to stay any longer and left angrily.

Johnny Silverhand also said goodbye. Before leaving, he glanced at Harry and asked, "Is this the savior Harry Potter?"

Harry was about to say something nervously, but Johnny Silver walked away shaking his head, muttering, "It looks like that."

Johnny Silverhand came in a carriage drawn by three flying horses.

Entering the carriage, he took off the silver mask, revealing the face of a mature man.

He complained to the boy opposite him: "Sir, can you please not let me do this kind of thing in the future."

John smiled and said, "How does it feel to face Dumbledore?"

Tang Mi made a bitter face, "This is terrible. My intuition as an Auror tells me that this person is quite dangerous. It seems that I have no secrets in front of him."

"I think so too." John laughed and got off the carriage after it left Hogwarts.

"Barty Crouch is a man worth making friends with. He took the initiative to show his goodwill and we will reward him."

"We've got the sponsorship for the Triwizard Tournament. Let Rita promote it well. And our temporary minister..."

John paused and looked at the mouse that looked dead in the cage. He said meaningfully, "I hope he likes this gift."

Tang Mi understood, nodded, closed the car door and drove away on Pegasus.

John returns to the Castle from the Shrieking Shack.

...

Chapter 169: Star Club Gathering and Stars

The secret room of the Star Society.

John picked up the apple, took a bite and put it on the table.

He stretched out his left hand, and a golden magic ring emerged, looking a bit like the tree-like forks on the Gate of Things.

The magic ring is placed on the apple.

As John twisted it gently, the apple with a bite taken out of it grew back into a new shape.

"Looking back? That's really interesting."

John stared at the backtracking. This thing required the consumption of the golden sand in the body.

Each backtracking will consume half of it, which means John can use it at most twice a day.

The next day, the golden sand will be reborn from the golden mark.

This blessing is very practical. If used properly, it will be a magical weapon.

He looked down at his right hand, and saw the black mark emitting an evil aura.

He opened his hand and black threads stretched out from his fingers, surrounding the apple.

Soon, the apples withered rapidly and finally turned into powder.

It was exactly the same as the Soul-Devouring Curse, but this time Axtis's consciousness was not present.

"Golden hours, black souls."

The two kinds of magic were engraved into his body, and John put away the Soul-Eating Curse.

On the table, there is an exquisitely crafted hourglass.

Unfortunately, there was a hole in the hourglass, causing all the sand inside to disappear.

"Dumbledore actually gave a machine that can control time to a student?"

John fell into deep thought, was this because of the halo of the protagonists?

He had reason to suspect that the three Hermiones he saw that time were due to this machine.

But he was a little dissatisfied, as if he was not trustworthy to Dumbledore.

He had an idea to repair the hourglass by using the power of backtracking, so that he would have a machine that could control time.

But he had to let Dumbledore know that the thing was broken first. Otherwise, if he fixed it himself and Dumbledore took it back, it would be a waste of time.

As I was thinking, the Star Society had already entered one after another.

John is the person who has stayed in the secret room of the Star Society the longest. Now that he will have a holiday in a few days, the other members have come here on their own initiative.

They came in and sat down at the round table without disturbing John.

The person closest to John was Heinrich, who sat to his left, with Daphne next to him.

The seat to John's right was vacant, and to the right was Cedric, followed by Neville.

When Malfoy arrived, he was very tactless and wanted to sit in the empty seat on his right, but Heinrich's stare forced him to sit next to Daphne.

Percy arrived late and naturally sat in the empty seat on the right.

These members had already been assigned their positions invisibly.

John came back to his senses and Percy apologized, "Sorry, it's a bit much."

As the student union president and about to graduate, he has many things to manage.

John nodded, and Percy looked at the hourglass, a look of doubt on his stern face, and said, "Time Turner?"

"You know him?" John looked at Percy, who was stunned and said, "Isn't this yours? Every student who has chosen all twelve courses has the opportunity to get it."

"This was requested by Professor Dumbledore from the Unspeakable Office."

In Percy's mind, John was the best student and had chosen all twelve courses, so it was only natural that he would have it.

Hearing this, John's face darkened. It turned out that the clown was me.

It's fine if you say the main characters have it, but Percy has also gotten it. So just because he's not a Gryffindor, he doesn't deserve it?

Taking a deep breath, John suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Now I am living under someone else's roof, and Dumbledore may have his own considerations for not giving it to me.

Looking at the seats that were almost full, he calmed down and said with a smile: "I'm glad that everyone can gather together in the Star Club. A lot of things have happened this year, which has made us more united."

"Neville, I am very pleased that you can exercise self-discipline every day. Your changes have surprised me."

He looked at Neville who was about to become a gym coach. He could only say that the sword master had a different talent. His arm circumference was increasing rapidly. If it weren't for that face, he would have been unrecognizable.

If he keeps practicing, not only can he become a sword master, he may even be able to become a boxing master, and then he can tear Death Eaters apart with his bare hands.

Neville scratched his head a little embarrassed by the praise. John looked at Cedric again. During this period, the big boy showed them a personality charm that was different from that of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Even the difficult Heinrich had a liking for Cedric, which made John very satisfied with his vision of bringing someone into the team.

Malfoy now looks thin when he is dressed and has muscles when he is undressed.

Under the plain-looking robe, there are eight abdominal muscles that can withstand strong impacts.