I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Dumbledore explained: "I never thought of it that way, John."

"That's what you think. Don't fool yourself, Dumbledore. You should know why you pressed the time turner."

John mercilessly peeled off the piece of paper that bound them together. He suppressed his disgust and said, "I was coerced by Quirrell in my first year. You know something, but you wanted to test me.

You should have believed me, but you didn't. You chose surveillance and sent Mundungus because you saw my pursuit of magic.

You were afraid that I would come into contact with the taboo, so you didn't let me get the time-turner that I should have. You never trusted me. In your eyes, Slytherin was never trustworthy.

Moody suppressed Slytherin, you dare to say you didn't know? But you let him do it because you wanted to see me being suppressed.

You see me as just another person, another example of someone who has failed under your education.

You are afraid of me, afraid that I will become someone else, someone more terrible."

Tearing off the hypocritical mask, John was exceptionally calm.

"John." Dumbledore's eyes widened at these words.

"Not everything is under your control, Dumbledore." John said calmly, "Like Voldemort, like me."

"You keep emphasizing your own justice and your inaction, but what is the result?

You can play the game of savior by yourself from now on. I don’t want to participate in it anymore.”

John was tired. He walked across the table, looked at the old man who looked a little out of control, and said calmly, "I will not become the Dark Lord, nor will I become what you expect me to be."

"Perhaps one day, you will hold your wand tightly like you do now."

His words suddenly woke Dumbledore up.

Dumbledore looked down at his hands, and without realizing it he had clenched his wand.

What frightened Dumbledore even more was the evil thoughts he had towards his students.

Releasing his wand, Dumbledore sighed, "John, I'm sorry about what happened to you, and your friends."

"You don't need to apologize," John said softly, "You just made me understand that this world is a game for the strong."

After that, he left the principal's office.

Whether it was Dumbledore's plan or not, it didn't matter at this point. He had lost a friend, a loyal friend.

When he passed by the Sword of Gryffindor, the Sword of Gryffindor trembled slightly, as if trying to keep him.

John looked at the sword that should have belonged to him. He no longer felt envy, but only coldness in his eyes.

When he walked out of the principal's office, he still didn't get the time turner.

He knew that the conversation that took place here would not be spread out.

Dumbledore wouldn't tell, John knew him.

You can say Dumbledore is a wise old man, but you can't change one thing: he has a compassion that he shouldn't have.

No matter who it is.

Even if that person is the former Tom Riddle.

When Voldemort was John's age, he had been exposed to more dark magic than John.

Dumbledore should know all of this.

It was a pity that he was so compassionate that he believed that the students of Hogwarts would change for the better.

This is how it turned out, leading Voldemort to absorb talents and spread ideas in schools.

The prototype of the Death Eaters was germinated in Hogwarts.

In John's opinion, the appearance of the Dark Lord is related to Dumbledore's cold treatment.

But none of this matters anymore.

...

midnight.

Hogwarts is busy.

Old Batty didn't leave, and neither did Amelia.

They all gathered in the school hospital, waiting for an answer.

An answer about the future of the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world.

John walked into the Star Club with heavy steps.

Standing at the door, he closed his eyes.

He could imagine that members of the Star Society were waiting inside.

They were also waiting for a piece of news, a piece of news that they were unwilling to believe and could only believe if they heard it from John's own mouth.

Open your eyes again.

John pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, five pairs of eyes focused on John.

Daphne greengrass.

Fleur Delacour.

Draco Malfoy.

Neville Longbottom.

Percy Weasley.

They waited in silence for John to speak.

John walked to his seat but didn't sit down.

A badge, with marks of being burned, was placed on the table by him.

At this moment, the answer has emerged in everyone's mind.

Sobbing broke the silence.

It was Malfoy. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound, but tears flowed from his red eyes.

It's not just him.

The same goes for Neville.

Daphne and Fleur's eyes were red.

Percy was the oldest and barely managed to keep himself together.

"John, we need to know everything."

His voice was dry and you could tell he was sad.

John nodded silently and started from what he knew.

From the cave where the Horcruxes were hidden to the thrills inside, and then to the capture of Peter Pettigrew.

Voldemort was resurrected, and Heinrich died together with the Death Eaters in order to protect Cedric.

Cedric needed to tell them more details.

Everything was in silence.

That name made them feel suffocated.

The Dark Lord, who almost ruled the entire local wizarding world.

His strength is as strong as Dumbledore's.

A feeling of powerlessness emerged in everyone's hearts.

After a moment, Malfoy broke the silence by slamming his fist on the table.

He growled, "We want revenge!"

Neville nodded.

Daphne and Fleur didn't back down.

Percy said in a deep voice: "We need to stay calm, that person is..."

"Heinrich is dead!" Malfoy roared. "He died at the hands of that man..."

Malfoy struggled, but finally said loudly and firmly: "Die at Voldemort's hands!"

Perhaps Malfoy once admired Voldemort due to the influence of his surroundings, but now he only has one impression of Voldemort: his enemy.

A group of school students wanting revenge on the Dark Lord sounds ridiculous.

John said calmly: "We will take revenge when you become stronger."

He looked around at everyone and said calmly, "So, let's get stronger until we have enough capital to compete with those strong ones."

Become stronger!

Once this belief came out, the seed of revenge was planted in everyone's heart.

The seeds will push them and allow them to constantly urge themselves to become stronger.

Percy looked at John, he knew John's identity and wanted to see something.

John looked calm, but Percy knew that a tsunami would be unleashed in the wizarding world.

...

Chapter 253 Reaction and Funeral

school clinic.

There were not only two Ministry of Magic officials, but also the Weasley family, Hermione, Sirius, several professors and the Diggory couple.

They care about their children and feel grateful for having survived the disaster.

Madam Pomfrey was a little unhappy that these people were disturbing the patients' rest.

Dumbledore came here to give answers to the people waiting here.

An answer that they, and everyone, needed to know.

"Voldemort has returned to his physical form."

Everyone waiting here fell into an eerie silence.

Barty Sr. and Amelia gasped.

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore spoke again, "A student died there. We need to take the necessary measures. We may still be able to save the situation."

"The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from the control of the Dementors."

Amelia frowned and said, "Do you think the Dementors will betray the Ministry of Magic?"

No one present here is mediocre. Old Barty and Amelia are both elites. They are not stupid enough to think that Dumbledore is old and blind.

They are not Fudge. If it were that stupid guy Fudge, he would definitely think that Dumbledore was trying to create panic in order to reduce his power.

The man who had been influenced by power for too long and forgot the most basic common sense of the magical world, was even smarter than a student.

"The Dementors are Voldemort's most dangerous cronies. To continue to let the Dementors guard a group of people who would go through fire and water for him is to hand the lambs to the wolves." Dumbledore continued, "Those guys have the same interests as Voldemort, and it is easy for them to get together."

Barty Sr. said, "We can't do anything about it. That needs to be decided by the Minister of Magic."

He spoke, and things started to go wrong.

Old Barty looked at Dumbledore eagerly, and Amelia also realized something.

"The second measure we must take, and we must do it immediately," Dumbledore deliberately changed the subject. He knew that old Barty wanted him to choose one of the two of them. "Send someone to deliver a letter to the giant."

"Giant?" Old Batty looked unhappy. "We drove those guys out."

"Reach them the hand of friendship before it is too late," said Dumbledore, "or Voldemort will win them over, as he has done before."

These words left old Barty speechless, because Voldemort could really do it.

And of all wizards, only Voldemort could offer the giant rights and freedom.