I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Draco Malfoy: "Ahem, it's normal for girls to fall in love."

Daphne Greengrass: "But that owl looks familiar to me."

Draco Malfoy: "It's an illusion, it must be an illusion. Owls all look the same, how can you recognize them?"

Daphne Greengrass: "Okay."

...

Although they haven't seen each other for a while, the hub of the stars connects everyone together.

John turned off the stars and was in a good mood.

His eyes darkened as he glanced at the books on the table. It would be more lively if everyone was there.

Basil suddenly became agitated. John looked up and saw a snowy owl flying towards the window.

It's Hedwig.

Holding down Basil who was about to go over to fight Hedwig, John picked up a small dried fish and stuffed it into Hedwig's mouth.

Hedwig gave Basil a provocative look, which made Basil feel itchy in his wings.

Hedwig was there to deliver a letter, not from Harry, but from Hermione.

I opened the letter and saw a long paragraph on it.

Hermione felt sorry about Sirius, they didn't know the Muggle was Mr. Wick.

There was also the matter of Harry's trial, and Mrs. Weasley made a lot of delicious food after he came back.

Hermione became a prefect, and Ron was the same as her.

"Everyone thought it would be Harry, even Mrs. Weasley thought so, she was so happy that she wanted to hold a party to celebrate."

"But something is wrong with Harry. I think he is lost. He feels that Dumbledore is avoiding him. It may be because he caused Dumbledore to lose his position, even though we comforted him that Dumbledore would not think so."

"By the way, have you read the new Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook? I have never read this book. Tonks said it is a textbook for Auror training. The new professor may be very good."

Hermione wrote a long paragraph, saying that the events of the Order of the Phoenix did not affect their friendship.

John felt warmed by such trust, and stuffed another dried fish into Hedwig's pocket and asked her to wait.

John was not surprised at all that Dumbledore had made Hermione a prefect.

After all, it was Hermione who contributed the most points to Gryffindor.

John thought about it for a moment and understood the idea of ​​making Ron the prefect.

Given Dumbledore's character, it was probably to help Ron build up his self-confidence.

Ron had been hit quite a few times last year.

As the Weasley family is a staunch supporter of Dumbledore, it is not surprising that they focus on training Ron.

Basil had run to the table without knowing when. When John turned his head, he immediately reached out to grab Hedwig's dried fish.

Hedwig fought desperately, and the two snowy owls started fighting again.

Tom was barking down below, cheering for him.

John took out his quill and began to write his reply.

Coming over to clear the scattered feathers on the table, John wrote back to Hermione.

After finishing some trivial matters, John paused at the tip of his pen.

He might have asked Hermione to look for the Horcruxes, but he hesitated.

"Forget it, I'll just look for it myself."

He didn't want to take advantage of Hermione, as that would put Hermione in a difficult position.

He and the Order of the Phoenix are fighting for the ownership of the Horcrux, so let Hermione be an outsider.

After giving the letter to Hedwig, John stuffed a small dried fish into her mouth, patted Hedwig's head, and whispered, "Give the letter to Hermione."

In return, John gave Hedwig five dried fish in a bag.

Hedwig flew away contentedly.

Basil pecked John's finger angrily, and John piled up the dried fish for him.

Tom paced the room anxiously because it was empty.

Soon, it had dog food, and it ate so fast that it accidentally bit through the dog bowl.

...

John's reply arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione received the letter at the party celebrating Ron becoming a prefect.

"Look, John won't hurt you," Hermione said to Harry, pointing to the dried fish Hedwig had brought.

"Maybe he just likes Hedwig." Harry was still upset that John almost cut off his godfather's hand.

This, coupled with missing out on the opportunity to become a prefect, put Harry in a bad mood.

Hermione said angrily, "John is not as bad as you think!"

Ron, with food in his mouth, heard the conversation between the two and said vaguely, "Everyone knows that John likes small animals."

Hermione glared at Ron in disappointment. She had tried very hard to avoid conflicts between her two friends. Could you, a foodie, please stop making things worse?

"Hermione, it's not that serious." Ron swallowed the food and said, "Harry just couldn't figure it out for a moment."

As Harry's best friend and mother, Hermione could sense that something was wrong with Harry.

He had been like this since returning from the trial, and it worried Hermione.

Harry was not John, and if he were John, she wouldn't be worried about it.

Under Hermione's worried gaze, Harry forced a smile.

Maybe things will be much better when school starts.

Harry glanced at the newspaper on the table and saw the news that Dumbledore had been stripped of his position by the Wizengamot and that Dumbledore had said that Voldemort had returned.

The outside world did not believe this news, and some people thought Dumbledore was mentally ill.

For some reason, the Ministry of Magic has not made any statement.

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Chapter 284: Mundungus's Debt and the Train

Flourish and Blotts Bookstore delivered the textbooks needed for school to John's home via owl mail.

Flourish and Blotts will be happy to do this as long as you are willing to pay several times the postage.

Basil has been very busy lately, as he needs to deliver letters to John everywhere.

The work of maintaining personal connections is still going on, and the one that interests him the most is this one.

Sent by Horace Slughorn, former Head of Slytherin, Professor of Potions, and Potions Master at Hogwarts.

I met him through Damo Alex, or to be more precise, we are pen pals.

As the former head of Slytherin, Slughorn was very interested in this Slytherin student.

They sometimes exchanged letters, and John saw Slughorn as someone similar to himself.

They are all Slytherins, accumulating connections.

The difference is that John used this connection to accomplish many great things, while Slughorn enjoyed the vanity that came from using his connections more.

Those things gained through connections can make Slughorn feel more satisfied.

John had been in contact with him for about two years, and in addition to occasionally discussing matters related to Potions, he would sometimes give him some items as gifts.

For example, honey wine, pineapple candied fruit, etc.

Slughorn also helped him a lot and once offered suggestions on soul potion.

However, the latter suggestion was not adopted by John because he found a better one.

This contact was also because Slughorn learned about the blood curse paper from Damo Alex.

"John, you surprise me. A kid of your age can complete a thesis with a potion master like Damo Alex. He is one of the most talented students I have ever taught. As for the matter of the Blood Demon Potion, I can see that you have made an indelible contribution to it.

You really amaze me more and more about your talent. It's a pity that I have retired. If I could teach a student like you, I would be proud for the rest of my life. "

Slughorn was impressed by John's talent, but at the same time felt sorry that he was no longer a professor.

As a professor with a collecting habit, Slughorn's favorite are students with outstanding talents.

He has a good vision, and almost every one of his students has achieved outstanding success in their respective fields.

At the same time, there are also some regrettable students.

For example, Lily Evans, a student Slughorn liked very much.

But she was killed by another student of his, and this was a memory he never wanted to have in his life.

That student had caused him far more harm than that, and for the rest of his life he felt that he had created this monster.

John received the letter, took out his quill, dipped it in ink, and wrote a letter.

He had some questions for Slughorn, some of the darker taboos.

Basil was eating a dried fish in his mouth. John took the dried fish off and replaced it with a letter.

"You know where to send it." Patting Basil's head, John opened the window.

Basil protested twice in dissatisfaction, as he hadn't finished eating the dried fish.

John looked at the dried fish that Tom had taken the opportunity to eat, and said calmly, "I'll give you new ones when you come back."

Basil flew away and Riddle flew over.

Brought a letter from Tang Mi and a box.

"Sir, Mundungus stole some things from somewhere and hoped to use them to pay off the debt."

John opened the box and found some exquisite silverware inside, some of which were magical props with attached magic powers.

After John opened one of the purple pajamas robes, a man flew out and tried to strangle John.

John's closet opened, and a wizard robe with a silver mask came out, grabbing the purple pajamas and throwing them on the ground.

"Where did he get it?"

John reached out and picked up a music box, which produced a brain-drowning music.

John closed it casually and thought about it. He had seen this thing before.

"I forgot that Mundungus was a thief."

The purple pajamas over there had been subdued by John's wizard robe, twisted into a braid and thrown aside.

These things came from the old house of Blake. It seems that it is still difficult to guard against thieves in one's own home.

John twisted the music box and a sound came out that made Tom sleepy.

He chuckled and said, "That's a good idea."

He wrote to Donmi to tell him that what Mundungus had stolen could offset some of the debt, but only a little.

Given Mundungus's character, he will definitely become even more aggressive once he knows he can pay off his debts.

He didn't say it explicitly, so even if Dumbledore used Legilimency, he wouldn't be able to detect his whereabouts.

This is a very crucial thing.

"Look at the man you've got, Dumbledore. You're really old and senile."

A family thief becomes a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Is Dumbledore too confident?

I glanced at Tom. The young dog was in good health and fell asleep immediately.

Put the music box next to Tom. Since he likes it, just give it as a toy.

As for the robe, John snapped his fingers and the crumpled robe flew into his hands, and he clapped his hands.