I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He called softly, cautiously.

I was afraid that I was just dreaming, and if I spoke louder, the dream would be shattered.

Neville looked at them in disbelief, he had imagined that one day his parents would wake up and call his name like they did now.

Tears welled up in his eyes, "Mom and Dad."

Mrs. Longbottom also recovered and they rose from the collapsed bed.

The hand that had been clasped around Mr. Longbottom's wrist dropped limply.

This scene made Neville stop in his tracks.

"John!"

Percy rushed forward, trying to wake John up.

Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom looked at John lying on the ground, and the image of the young man appeared in their minds.

"It's him?"

He and his wife looked at each other, and during their confusion, they heard a voice pulling them.

The owner of the voice was John.

Mrs. Longbottom's heart tightened, and she asked worriedly, "What happened to him?"

Neville's face turned pale. He said, "John healed you."

But...something happened to John.

Mr. Longbottom didn't know what had happened, but he knew that his son and friends must have put in a lot of effort to cure him.

As far as he could remember, the scholar doctors in the hospital came many times, but were helpless in their situation.

Even Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it.

Now that John was unconscious, the joy of the family of three reuniting was not so obvious.

Neville looks like Mr. Longbottom, but his personality is very much like his mother.

Mrs. Longbottom blamed herself and cried, and they could not help.

Percy frantically took out various potions, his hands shook and the potions fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

He cursed loudly, which was completely different from his usual image of Percy.

Kneeling down and groping haphazardly, he picked up bottles of potions.

"John, wake up."

John drank bottle after bottle of potion, all of which were left behind because he had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

As the last bottle of potion was finished, John still didn't wake up.

Percy's heart sank and he sat on the ground, completely distraught.

Neville couldn't help it, he burst into tears, and a sad atmosphere lingered in the Shrieking Shack.

Mr. Longbottom was the calmest. He held his wife's hand tightly and said, "We are in Hogwarts, right? We can ask Dumbledore for help."

These words gave the two men hope, and Percy was about to call for help.

"and many more."

A weak voice sounded, and Percy was stunned, thinking he was hallucinating.

He looked back and saw that John had opened his eyes. He said with difficulty, "Don't look for Dumbledore. Take me back."

"John, you're awake." Neville rushed forward, pinched John's shoulders tightly with both hands, and said guiltily: "It's all me, it's all me."

"It's none of your business, Neville." John took a breath. When did Neville become so strong? He smiled weakly and said, "We are friends, aren't we?"

Looking at Percy, John held his breath and said, "Percy, take the Longbottoms to Hogsmeade. There will be people there to escort the Longbottoms away. Don't alarm anyone."

Percy's worried look never left, and he nodded at this.

Ask the Longbottom couple who woke up to go, and explain the situation to them.

John didn't want to see Dumbledore, especially not in this state.

"Neville, take me to the Chamber of Secrets. Be careful."

Neville nodded rapidly and carefully carried John on his back.

The passage of the Whomping Willow is narrow, and you need to bend over to move forward while carrying a person.

When Neville returned to the castle, he did not alarm the others.

He went into the back room and put John down.

"You go back." Seeing that Neville had no intention of going back, John waved his hand and said, "Don't arouse suspicion."

"I'll wait for you here." Neville had a firm look, fearing that something might happen to John after he left.

John didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and indicated that he was fine. If the Gryffindors found out that Neville was not there, that would be a real problem.

After repeated urging, Neville was finally driven away.

The door of the secret room closed and John stood up, holding on to the table.

"Neville is really a murderer."

The pain in his body made him unable to hold back his breath again. Although it did no physical harm, the feeling was very uncomfortable.

“I almost got lost there, luckily I marked it in advance.”

John looked at the silver ring on his right hand. A barb on it pierced his finger and the pain continued to come.

Thanks to this connection, John found a way out of the white light.

After checking his physical condition, he couldn't help but frown. This time he didn't suffer from soul loss, but it was inevitable that his body would be weak for a period of time.

By clicking on the armrest of the chair, the whole chair fell backwards and quickly turned into a comfortable big bed.

The subtle influence of mental magic is more terrifying than the Imperius Curse. It can change a person's habits unconsciously.

As John lay down, many more memories came to his mind.

It was about the torture of the Longbottoms, that crazy Death Eater, and a name came to his mind.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

"They tortured the Longbottoms, but Barty Jr. doesn't seem to be there."

That painful memory was the reason why the Longbottoms were like this, and because John had the longest contact with him, he also got the content of the memory.

Barty Jr. was sentenced, one of the charges being torturing Auror couple Longbottom.

Although Batty Jr. explained, Batty Sr. didn't believe it.

"Maybe he's just an unlucky guy, but who cares?"

Rubbing his sore brows, John digested the memories in his mind.

Lestrange is one of the twenty-eight sacred families, and this lineage is dwindling in numbers.

They did not have a good ending, and the rest of the family is in Azkaban.

"A Death Eater? Since they are so loyal, it is very necessary to save them from this trouble."

From what Frank Longbottom remembered, Lestrange's people were extremely loyal to Voldemort.

Even after Voldemort's fall, he still went to capture the Longbottoms regardless of danger, hoping to torture them to find out Voldemort's whereabouts.

John knew very well that Voldemort would be resurrected, so if these diehard fans came out, it would definitely be a trouble.

That being the case, John is ready to strike first.

"When old Barty takes over, just have him order the execution of the Death Eaters."

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes, and John thought of the information he had collected on the Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans, the Lestrange Family.

This family originated in France, and now only the British branch remains.

Some families hide their property at home, but more often they keep it in Gringotts.

I guess Lestrange feels the same way. It would be better to save himself the wealth he has accumulated over the years than to let it gather dust in Gringotts.

"Even if you can come out, I don't know how you can survive without money."

Before that, John had to find a way to get something from the descendants of the Lestrange family.

This was not difficult for John, Pierce was the head of the Auror Office, and a visit to Azkaban was not difficult.

John had set his sights on Lestrange, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't sleep.

It hurt all night.

The next day, the door of the Star Society's secret room was opened.

Daphne was the first to rush in, followed by Heinrich, and then Cedric and the others.

A large group of people came in, and John forced a smile on his pale face.

Daphne had tears in her eyes and her hands were tightly grasping the corner of John's clothes.

"Can't die."

Comforting Daphne, John looked up.

Neville was here too, and Daphne looked over with an angry look.

"Okay." John stood up and staggered. He smiled and said, "Neville, you know that you need to pay the price for your actions, right?"

Neville shuddered, raised his head, and said seriously: "John, I am willing to accept any price."

"Very good," John picked up the two wands brought back by Heinrich and walked towards Neville. Neville had made up his mind that even if John wanted to kill him, he would not avoid it.

As everyone watched, John placed two wands in Neville's hands.

"Remember to take care of these two wands."

After that, John patted Neville on the shoulder.

Finished?

Neville couldn't believe it. He shouted, "John, I did something wrong!"

John chuckled and said, "Then your price will be to clean for the Star Club every month from now on."

He said lightly: "This price is heavy enough, my friend."

As soon as the word "friend" came out, Neville's eyes turned red.

He tried not to embarrass himself, his body trembling slightly.

The other members of the Star Club saw that John was fine and went towards Neville.

They patted Neville on the shoulder, but no one blamed him.

When Malfoy passed by Neville, he called out strangely, "Neville, are you crying?"

Neville turned his head and whispered, "Thank you."

Malfoy grinned and said, "Have you forgotten what John said? The Star Club shares everything because we are friends."

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Chapter 219 Invitation and Christmas Ball

During the day, John was in an extremely weak state.

John. Extremely weakened. Low on health. Ordinary. Rich. Wick.

The Weasley twins came secretly and asked John if he was bitten by the vampire Heinrich.

John rolled his eyes in response to the two of them.

"John, you haven't invited a partner yet?"

Tomorrow is the Christmas ball, and Fleur comes over again to ask.