I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Dumbledore saw it too, and he stopped Harry.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, can you let me handle this man?"

After seeing Voldemort with his own eyes, Dumbledore knew that he needed to make some plans.

Nothing could have been more convincing to the public than the testimony of Peter Pettigrew.

Only by getting the entire wizarding world mobilized can they hope to defeat Voldemort.

Now, even with the Elder Wand, he cannot defeat Voldemort.

old.

Time is the most powerful magic, even the greatest wizard cannot resist it.

He spoke out, hoping that John would keep Peter Pettigrew, and he was even more worried that John would do something irreversible in his rage.

John stopped and looked back at Dumbledore.

John once held in high esteem that old man.

Now, he has completely given up.

"Dumbledore," John said coldly, "I will settle our accounts with you."

He did not give Dumbledore face and did not want to care about the so-called righteousness.

Just these words made Tang Mi couldn't help but widen his eyes, because that was Dumbledore.

Tang Mi, who knew John's identity, knew what this meant, a student was settling accounts with his principal.

"I no longer need your help, and you don't have to expect anything from me."

As Dumbledore watched, John Apparated and disappeared.

Then the others Disapparated one after another.

The only ones left here were Harry, Dumbledore, and Fiendfyre who had lost his magic to suppress him.

Even if he couldn't defeat Dumbledore, John wanted to make him unhappy.

...

Harry went back.

He was taken back by Dumbledore.

He was the only one who went back.

Everyone wanted to know what happened, but Harry was still immersed in the terrible thing that had just happened.

After Dumbledore returned, he immediately searched the school.

Old Batty brought the batsman and they found Moody wandering in the Forbidden Forest.

He was under a confusion spell, and was in a daze.

When Moody regained consciousness, he immediately realized what he had done.

During this period, he was constantly under the control of the Confusion Curse, and sometimes he had to teach classes for Aldolf.

Because of the Confusion Spell, his performance in class was neither good nor bad. In his own words, it was a complete mess.

Sirius came to the school for the last game.

He looked grim as his godson had gotten into trouble right before his eyes.

He was extremely concerned about Harry and whether he was hurt.

Cedric also went back. When his parents looked at their numb son, the mother burst into tears.

"Excuse me, I need to talk to my friends."

Cedric forced a smile, and amidst the worried gazes, he found his friends from the Star Club.

"What happened?"

Malfoy was furious and wanted to know what was going on.

Cedric didn't know how to start, his throat felt like it was blocked by a stone.

"It must have been Dumbledore who saved you, right?" Neville had a guess.

Daphne and Fleur also looked at Cedric, they also wanted to know urgently.

"Heinrich is dead."

After saying this, Cedric didn't know how he explained himself and left in a daze.

He only knew that he didn't want to say another word that day.

...

In the school hospital.

Old Batty expressed his condolences to the two warriors, and Cedric did not speak the whole time.

It was not until everyone had left that Harry spoke in the next bed.

"Do you know him, the... Johnny Silverhand?"

Harry could not forget that look, it almost engulfed him.

Altdorf, Voldemort, Johnny Silverhand.

What I experienced today will never be forgotten in my lifetime.

Cedric was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Harry, why did Professor Dumbledore choose to save you first?"

Harry was stunned; he had never thought about this question.

He didn't know what to say when he suddenly heard Cedric mention it.

Do you think you look more dangerous?

But at that time, Heinrich's body was already burned by the fierce fire.

"Perhaps... Professor Dumbledore saw that I couldn't hold on any longer." Harry's tone was a little weak when he said this.

Cedric didn't respond, he just lay there.

"I'm sorry about Edgar's death. I..."

"You don't have to say anything." Cedric said bitterly, "Don't say anything, Harry."

The two ended their conversation.

Because they all knew that if they continued talking, they would gain nothing.

Whether it was Heinrich's life or whether Dumbledore was biased.

Harry felt terrible, he knew he shouldn't be like this.

Compared to his life, what he suffered was so insignificant.

Heinrich saved him, but there was nothing he could do.

For the first time, he felt confused about his own cognition.

In his opinion, there are good people in Slytherin, but most of them are bad.

As Ron said, almost all Slytherins were Death Eaters during Voldemort's time.

Heinrich wasn't exactly a Slytherin, but he had all the qualities of a Slytherin.

Harry felt that he might have wronged Slytherin.

...

Chapter 252 John Wick and Dumbledore

Dumbledore's office.

The door was pushed open out of thin air.

The silverware puffed out smoke and the Sorting Hat seemed to be asleep.

Fox, who had been reborn from the ashes, looked up and saw no one.

Next to the table, a drawer was opened.

A second before he was about to get the time turner, a voice rang out.

"John."

There was no room for doubt in the old voice.

It's Dumbledore.

He is back.

Dumbledore, who had just returned from the school hospital, looked towards that location, his eyes behind the half-moon lenses flashing with fatigue.

"John, you can't do it," he sighed, "Death cannot be reversed. Even if you get a time turner, you can't change this."

The movement beside the desk stopped, and then a figure appeared out of nowhere.

This time John didn't wear a mask, he just looked at Dumbledore quietly.

"You knew I was coming over?"

"Yes." Dumbledore walked in and looked at John with a complicated expression. "Obsessive pursuit will only lead you astray."

John was silent for a while, his hand clenched around his wand under his sleeve.

"Put it down, John."

Dumbledore approached and said gently, "All magic has a price."

He hoped that John would come to his senses and return to the right path. As long as he did not touch the taboos, his soul would remain pure.

But John said, "I remember you said I was the most Slytherin."

He stared at Dumbledore's old face and suddenly smiled.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"I once trusted you so much, and I hope to study hard under your protection."

John's laughter was a little harsh, causing Dumbledore to gradually fall silent.

"But you never trusted me, never!"

John shouted the last words.

His eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Mundungus, is he your man?"

John sneered and said, "When did you start to suspect that Johnny Silverhand was me?"

"A bar." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression, "The Hog's Head, opened by my brother."

"I see."

John suddenly realized why Dumbledore seemed to doubt his existence since the third year.

It turned out to be the case.

That’s right, the famous Johnny Silverhand showed up in Hogsmeade and had a secret meeting with someone.

With Dumbledore's wisdom, it's not surprising that he guessed some of it.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore." John said sarcastically, "Since you never trust me, don't use that kind of hypocritical concern to restrain me."

"I don't care if you want to create a savior or plot against others.

But don't expect me to be like a dog and listen to your commands carefully. "

John was merciless, something he had not dared to do before.

His condition today is frightening.

Beneath the calm surface, there is madness.