I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Professor Hilde is widely praised because he teaches knowledge points that the previous professors have not taught, and there is no need to worry about which scary guy he may turn into.

Judging from the fact that Oz Shields and Umbridge were not on good terms, no one would think that the Ministry of Magic deliberately sent someone to torture them.

Dumbledore temporarily stepped down as headmaster, but the students who expected him to come to their rescue received no response.

When facing enemies, the strong will try to find ways to turn the situation around, while the weak will direct their attacks at capable people.

It is obvious that the weak still make up the majority of people at Hogwarts.

They listened to rumors and attacked the powerful.

Just as Dumbledore was indulgent in the past, so they complain about him now.

Why can't you, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, fight for better treatment for us?

You are Dumbledore, the most powerful person in the wizarding world.

You should stand with us.

Perhaps for Dumbledore, the current situation is not unacceptable.

But students' complaints have quietly emerged.

...

Hogsmeade.

John accompanied Daphne to the Men of Letters Residence.

Although John thinks the stationery here may not be as good as his own, Daphne likes to come here to buy.

In addition to ink and quills, I also bought some parchment.

"What do you think of this color?" Daphne asked with great interest, holding the sky blue ink, just like a little girl asking if a new piece of clothing looks good.

John picked it up and examined it, then asked curiously, "This is invisible ink. Do you want to write a secret?"

"Huh?" Daphne said in a panic, "No, I just took it casually."

"This ink doesn't keep secrets very well." John shook his head and said, "A revealing spell will reveal its true form."

Putting the ink back, John whispered, "If you want some kind of confidential ink, I can give you something better."

"Okay." Daphne was a little disappointed.

John looked outside, his eyebrows raised.

Daphne noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you interested in visiting a new place?"

John extended the invitation, and Daphne gladly accepted.

They walked out of the literati's house, and John offered his small bag and put the quill in it.

Recalling the speed at which Daphne consumed her ink and quill, he said as he walked away, "If you don't mind..."

"What?" Daphne moved closer to John and reached out to quietly grab his sleeve.

John thought for a moment and said, "I can make you a new quill."

"That's great." Daphne said in surprise.

Arriving at the destination, Daphne's smile was a little stiff.

When I pushed the door open, there was a strong smell of sheep.

The environment inside is not very good either.

The bay windows were covered with thick grime, and the light from outside barely filtered through. A few candle stubs and a thick layer of ash lit the rough wooden table.

The cup looked as if it had never been washed.

Daphne, who came from a wealthy and privileged family, had a pretty face full of disdain.

The bar owner saw John and seemed a little surprised why he didn't disguise himself this time.

Sitting down at a small table, John tapped the chairs and tables, the dust and grease peeling off them.

One even feels that this is a newly bought table.

Taking out a silver bottle of wine from the handbag, John produced two cups in his hands.

"You are not allowed to bring your own alcohol here." The boss was an old man with a strange temper. He was tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.

At this time, he was staring at John with a bad face.

There were a few other people in the bar, and they looked at John jokingly.

The little boy who brought the little girl over.

This is their impression of John.

I want to see how this little boy can avoid making a fool of himself in front of girls.

Playful eyes focused on John.

He opened the bottle of wine without thinking, and a scent of wine wafted out, as if tempting some people's appetite.

The wine tastes even better when poured into the clean and clear crystal goblet.

"Gulu."

I don't know who made the sound, but it seems like someone was attracted.

John filled the glass one-third full and handed it to Daphne in a gentlemanly manner.

Daphne smiled beautifully and said thank you.

The bar owner was about to explode with rage, his chest heaving violently, and then...

He turned around and went back to the bar.

Those who wanted to watch the show were dumbfounded. Is this still the owner of the Pig's Head Bar?

Like a prince and princess who had been exiled to the countryside, the two of them were drinking high-end wine that was totally out of place in this place, oblivious to the people around them.

...

Chapter 297 Gathering and Delivery

John has some interest here.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boss wiping the wine glass with a dirty cloth.

"Dumbledore's brother?"

He stared at it for a while, and could see similarities with Dumbledore in that face.

Few people know that Dumbledore has a younger brother.

There's the glorious Dumbledore, and there's the Dumbledore in the tiny, dingy pub.

Interesting, isn't it?

Dumbledore always seemed unwilling to change anything.

Like Lupin, if Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, was willing to guarantee him, he would not have been unable to find a job.

Dumbledore always subconsciously ignored these things that were within his ability or were easy to do.

"Why is his brother here?"

Doubt appeared in John's eyes. Dumbledore's family was not short of money, that was certain.

Why would someone from Dumbledore open a bar like this in this place?

Judging from the environment here, it doesn't seem to be run very carefully.

Or is it that Dumbledore is too lazy to care about even the people closest to him?

So what else is worthy of Dumbledore's attention?

I don't understand.

John brought the crystal rim of the cup close to his lips and took a sip of the wine.

Daphne felt that the environment here didn't seem so bad.

At another table near the bar, a man sitting there with a white mask on his face sighed helplessly.

He stood up and walked over, and Daphne was instantly alert.

The people in this kind of place are not as kind as the professors at Hogwarts.

John watched the man sit down, and the man belatedly asked, "Can I sit here and have a drink?"

He looked like a guest whose appetite was aroused. John said with a half-smile, "I'm afraid your cup won't work."

"Okay, clean it up."

The man cast a cleansing spell on the cup, making it so dirty.

Picking up the silver wine bottle on the table, he complained in a low voice: "Why did you come like this?"

John took the bottle back when he had filled the glass two-thirds of the way and chuckled, "You think my identity is still a secret?"

The man was startled and looked at the bar owner sharply.

John nodded, and the man smiled bitterly, "So my disguise is meaningless."

There was confusion in Daphne's eyes; these two men looked very familiar.

John introduced, "This is Daphne Greengrass, my friend."

The man extended his hand respectfully and whispered, "Donmi Shelby."

"Are you Donmi Shelby?" Daphne was a little surprised.

This name is not unfamiliar, and can be heard several times from Mr. Greengrass's mouth.

John raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "How are things going with Nagini?"

"It's been handled," Tang Mi removed the mask from his mouth to reveal his lips, and said, "The situation there is more complicated. After all, we never thought that his hands would go abroad."

"It was thanks to Dumbledore that he was tripped." John said noncommittally.

The two did not avoid Daphne in their conversation, and Daphne's beautiful eyes widened.

Her original lady-like temperament turned into something very cute and adorable.

John and Tang Mi were talking when the door of the Hog's Head Bar opened again.

"Three butterbeers."

The three little figures walked in, and when the bar owner saw Harry, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

What a coincidence.

John saw the surprise in Daphne's eyes and raised his cup to signal her not to say anything.

Tang Mi said in a strange tone, "Do Hogwarts students like to come to places like this now?"

He naturally recognized the savior Harry Potter, so he felt strange.

...

Ordered three bottles of butterbeer from the bar.

"Who do you think will be meeting us?" Harry unscrewed the rusty cap of the bottle of butterbeer and took a long sip.

After discussing it, they felt that they could not just sit there and wait for death.

They are going to set up a Defense Against the Dark Arts team to deal with subsequent changes.

Whether it is to deal with Voldemort, or the Ministry of Magic wants to make them an army.

They all need more powerful magic.

In addition, the annoying Umbridge is an uncertain factor. They also have to be prepared in case Professor Hilde cannot withstand the pressure and really believes in that educational method.

"Just three or two people," Hermione said, looking at her watch. She wasn't sure how many people would come. "I told them to be here around this time. I think they all know where it is."

Then, Hermione said in surprise: "Look, this is probably them."