I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I do have something I want to find out what the Order is worried about."

His eyes were deep, and he said in a deep voice: "If possible, I want to know."

"Without destroying your family's relationship."

"I will. In fact, I think my brothers know something about it." Percy sighed helplessly and said, "It's a pity that they don't like me."

John thought of the Weasley twins' attitude towards Percy and couldn't help shaking his head. He said, "You pursue different things. Different people are destined to have difficulty being together peacefully."

The Weasley twins are like a pair of magpies, chirping and gathering in lively places.

They really disliked Percy's conventionality.

As for Ron Weasley, John felt that he disliked Percy more because of his inferiority complex.

Percy's excellence actually highlights Ron's ordinariness.

Given the gap, inequality is inevitable.

Percy came here via the Star Society fireplace, where a Floo network was opened.

Independent of the Ministry of Magic, of course.

He stepped into the blue flames and disappeared, and John looked up at the bright stars in the dome.

"More and more people are being dragged into this."

...

Chapter 314 Prophecy and Nightmare

12 month.

The snow was falling heavily, and a thick layer of white accumulated on the branches.

Tom was sleeping under a tree, his four legs up in the air, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Yaya was lying not far from it, with his tongue also hanging out.

After a while, the snow on the treetops weighed down the branches.

Huge handfuls of snow fell on the two dogs, giving Tom a startle.

It ran to the side and dug out the music box buried in the snow, and slapped the music box hard with its paw to stop it from playing.

Yaya spat out the snow in her mouth, with doubt and confusion in her eyes.

Tom held the music box in his mouth and raised his tail like a big sister.

It's as if to say that young dogs just have poor constitutions, and this is almost over.

Shake your head to shake off the snowflakes.

Two dogs ran one after the other outside the forbidden forest.

On the tree, Basil, who had just stepped on the snow, narrowed his eyes with a look of disdain.

After a while, a platinum-colored head emerged from the snow.

Malfoy was shivering with cold and complained to John: "Can you please stop letting Tom run around with a music box? I'm almost freezing to death outside."

John glanced at Malfoy, who was drinking mulled wine to keep warm and had snowflakes on his body, and knew what had happened without having to think.

Tom took the black magic music box to use as a sleep aid again.

The box does not have lethal power, but it can put people into a deep sleep.

But Tom liked it very much.

Malfoy was originally on a training march, but after hearing the sound of the music box, he went straight to sleep outside.

If the heavy snow hadn't woken Tom up, Malfoy would probably have stayed outside all night.

"If you can convince Tom, I'd be happy to agree." John said with a smile.

Malfoy's face darkened. Tom didn't listen to him again.

Looking out the window, John said, "It's snowing a lot this year."

"I'm not going home."

Christmas was approaching and Malfoy had no desire to go back.

Watching his father working in cahoots with Voldemort was more painful than killing him.

Neville came over with a pot of hot wine, "Draco, do you want more mulled wine?"

"Neville, did you take the pot out of the kitchen?" Malfoy yelled; "What smells so sour?"

Neville, whose nose was blocked by tissue paper, said awkwardly: "This is Daphne's work, hot pineapple wine."

"Pineapple...wine?" Malfoy and John both fell into deep thought.

What is pineapple wine?

Malfoy tentatively leaned forward and took a deep breath. The pungent sour smell penetrated his nostrils. Malfoy's legs twitched and he fell to the ground.

After he got up, he said in horror, "Take it away, take it away quickly!"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Daphne happily coming over with a spoon, ready to distribute wine to everyone.

"John, let's run away." Malfoy reached out and found that John grabbed his hand with an apologetic look on his face.

Malfoy asked doubtfully, "John?"

John said guiltily, "Forgive me, Draco."

As he spoke, Malfoy felt his body gradually cooling down until he was almost frozen.

He watched as John stood up and yelled, "Oh no, Draco is passed out from the cold, we need something hot to drink."

Daphne hurried over and said, "I prepared hot pineapple wine."

"That's great." John nodded repeatedly. Neville looked at Daphne with reluctance as she poured the hot pineapple wine into Malfoy's mouth.

Malfoy struggled at first, but became numb later.

John stood up, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said devoutly: "You are a great friend, Draco."

Cedric didn't know what was going on at first. After coming over, he joined the team feeding Malfoy wine.

Malfoy drank up a whole pot of hot pineapple wine.

When Malfoy recovered from his frozen state, the first thing he did was to fight John.

Then he was beaten again by John.

Malfoy sat there and began to question the meaning of life.

"I'm not going back for Christmas either." Cedric sat down and silently pushed the pot away.

He said, "I have an appointment with Qiu."

"Are you reconciled?" Daphne asked.

Cedric smiled and nodded, "I have indeed neglected her during this period. I plan to take her to Hogsmeade while I have time."

He shrugged and said helplessly, "Qiu gets jealous sometimes, and I think she should be given some sense of security."

Hearing him say this, Daphne's mind moved, and she asked in a low voice, "Where are you going to take her?"

"Madam Puddifoot's Tea House, it's a popular place for dates."

Hearing this, Daphne looked at John with anticipation in her eyes.

Seeing her gossiping like this, John was stunned and asked, "Daphne, aren't you going home?"

"My father and mother went out traveling." Daphne said calmly.

Astoria just ran over and asked in confusion after hearing this: "When are mom and dad going..."

Daphne covered her sister's mouth and said with a dangerous tenderness in her smile, "Yes, they are going to travel to Finland, and Astoria wants to go with them."

Astoria couldn't resist her sister and was finally dragged away.

A week before Christmas.

John didn't plan to go home either. He was in the Shrieking Shack, holding the Tenmu card in one hand and stroking the crystal ball with the other.

As the fluorescent light on the card lit up, John's eyes were filled with a paleness.

Images kept appearing before his eyes.

The card caught fire and eventually consumed the card.

John looked at his fingers burned by the flames, his expression slightly stunned.

The crystal ball flickered with fluorescence, and John clenched his fists as he looked at the scene inside.

Grabbing the crystal ball and putting it in his pocket, he turned and left the Shrieking Shack.

...

Harry had a nightmare.

He seemed to be hiding in a corner, his eyes fixed on one spot.

It was a man, sitting on the ground with his head hanging on his chest, his outline flickering in the dimness.

Harry approached the man.

He seemed like something was wriggling, crawling on the ground towards the man.

The wriggling movement was so fast that it reached the front before the man could react.

A feeling of bloodthirst took over Harry's mind, and he wanted to bite the man to death.

No, I have to control myself, there are still things to do.

But the man was awake, and Harry had no choice.

He reared up and struck the man once, twice, three times.

The sharp teeth pierced the man's skin and his ribs were easily crushed under the teeth.

The man was in so much pain that he lost his voice and collapsed in the corner.

Harry was about to give him the final blow, his throat rolling.

At this moment, he felt his consciousness being dragged away to another place.

He appeared in a hood, a silver mask in front of him.

He was taken out.

The Silver Mask looked at himself, and in the Silver Mask's hand, black silk thread wrapped around himself.

Harry felt that his soul was being pulled bit by bit.

The sense of horror is frightening.

The scar on his forehead hurt so much that it felt like it was about to explode.

"Harry! Harry!"

The urgent call made Harry break free from the venue entangled by countless black silk threads.

Harry woke up, opened his eyes, and was soaked in sweat, with the bed sheet wrapped around him like a straitjacket.

The scar on his forehead felt like it was scratched by a pair of hot tongs, and he covered it in pain.

Ron stood in front of the bed, he was terrified, there were several figures at the foot of the bed.

The pain was so severe that Harry couldn't help but lie down on the edge of the bed and vomit.

He remembered.

The one who was bitten.

Looking at Ron, Harry forced his body to stop vomiting.

"Your dad," Harry panted, feeling like his stomach was about to fall out, "something happened to your dad!"

"What?" Ron was obviously confused.