I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I had an appointment here with Oz."

"I think your salary could probably be changed."

John said this casually, Tang Mi's expression changed, and he said: "Actually, I think this place is very good, and it is convenient to handle."

"I think so too." John said with a smile.

Looking at the captured Death Eater, John chuckled and said, "Our minister friend will probably be very happy."

Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore and did not dare to come in person, so John had no chance to use the things he had prepared.

He glanced at Little Barty's house and saw that underneath the floor were bombs made of magic crystals.

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Chapter 318: Marvolo's Sword and St. Mungo's

"It's like you've never been hurt."

The Longbottoms need to be reviewed.

They went to St. Mungo's for a follow-up, and the therapist examined him and said with emotion: "This is nothing short of a miracle, Longbottom."

“No one ever recovers from that.”

Even permanent magical damage can be healed, the healer simply wants to become that person's apprentice.

Mr. Longbottom was also very grateful that he and his wife were able to return to normal during his lifetime.

They even now still feel like they are dreaming. If this is a dream, then it must be a very beautiful dream.

Mr. Longbottom held his wife's hand tightly, and his wife smiled very sweetly.

"Neville?"

Neville came with his parents, and here he met Harry and others who were visiting the injured Mr. Weasley.

Hermione looked at the Longbottoms in surprise, and Neville introduced them, "These are my mom and dad."

"Hello, Mr. Longbottom, Mrs. Longbottom." Hermione said quickly.

Ron and Harry looked at the two, especially Harry.

He learned from Moody about the miserable plight of the Longbottoms.

But now they both look no different from normal people.

It doesn't look like he's been tortured at all.

Neville's face was filled with happiness, which made Harry very envious.

Just then, Harry felt a slight pain on his forehead. He touched the scar and frowned.

Hermione noticed this and asked quickly, "What's wrong, Harry? Does your scar hurt again?"

"Harry Potter." Mr. Longbottom looked at Harry with a complicated expression.

They were once members of the Order of the Phoenix and the main force.

They knew of Harry's existence before he was tortured by the Death Eaters after Voldemort's fall.

"You look a lot like your father," Mr. Longbottom said with emotion.

Harry looked to the side where there was a strip of cloth wrapped around it and saw a faint glow there.

"What is that?" he asked, enduring the pain.

Neville was stunned, and looked in the direction of his sight, his expression changed.

He quickly stepped forward and opened the cloth, revealing something that surprised everyone.

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Harry recognized what it was.

At this moment, the red gem on the sword was shining.

Harry cried out, his scar hurting even more.

"Put that thing away from me!" Ron yelled.

Neville hastily took out the sword.

Strangely, after being taken out for a while, the red light on the sword dimmed.

Neville looked around, and when he took it back in, Harry's scar stopped hurting and the sword didn't light.

"what happened?"

Even Neville was confused. He tried back and forth several times, but got the same result.

He didn't notice that when he took out the sword, a pair of eyes were staring at them.

Then, the owner of the eyes walked away quickly with panicked steps.

Harry was very confused as to why the sword of Gryffindor caused pain in his scar.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Neville, can you lend me that sword?"

Neville thought for a moment and handed the sword to Harry.

As Neville watched, Harry picked up the sword. The scar didn't hurt, and the gem didn't light up.

Both of them had doubts.

Harry gripped the sword, a strange thought coming to his mind.

"This is not the Sword of Gryffindor."

Although there seemed to be no difference on the outside, he had a feeling that this sword was not the genuine one.

Neville also confirmed his guess and said, "This sword is called the Sword of Marvolo."

"Marvolo?" Harry felt that the name sounded familiar.

He didn't think about it, and after returning the sword to Neville, the two chatted about recent events.

Mr. Longbottom was concerned about Mr. Weasley being attacked. Harry asked, "Mr. Longbottom, are you not going to continue being an Auror?"

Mr. Longbottom used to be an Auror, the best one at that, and the object of admiration of many Aurors.

After the treatment, Mr. Longbottom had no intention of returning to work.

In fact, Harry wanted to ask whether he would return to the Order of the Phoenix, but when he thought that the other members of the Order had not expressed their opinions, he did not say anything.

Mr. Longbottom paused for a moment, remembering how many times his son had told him not to return to the Order. He said, "We are no longer what we used to be."

They have been sick for too long and their physical condition is not as good as before.

Harry felt a little sorry for this, because judging from what Moody said, both Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were very powerful.

He wondered if the rest of the Order knew about the Longbottoms' recovery.

After checking their health, the Longbottom family prepared to leave.

As Neville walked out of the hospital, he didn't see the sword flash by and shine.

The Longbottoms need to get reacquainted with the world, so Neville takes them to Knockturn Alley.

Mr. Longbottom said in disbelief: "After Voldemort's fall, this place is still full of Death Eaters and dark wizards. I never thought it would become so good."

"It's a pity that the overturned garden is being repaired today. You really should have seen it." Neville said with great regret.

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The advantage of having magic is that no matter how severe the damage is, it can be repaired quickly.

In less than half a day, the overturned garden had been repaired.

John is at Silverhand Manor, where he needs to face Old Batty who is coming to question him.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, you should have told me."

Old Barty received news at the Ministry of Magic about what had happened in the overturned gardens and the devastation left by the battle.

Instead of involving the Aurors, he came to Silverhand Manor to look for Johnny Silverhand.

Since this matter involved Death Eaters, he felt that he shouldn't be so reckless.

At least if the Ministry of Magic gets involved, maybe we can catch them all in one fell swoop.

John, wearing a silver mask, looked at the angry old Batty, walked over and chuckled, "Old Batty, I think we should celebrate."

"Celebrate?" Old Barty laughed angrily. "Celebrate the fight you just had with the Death Eaters?"

"No, no, no." John held old Batty's shoulders, pressed him into his seat, and snapped his fingers, sending two wine glasses flying over. "We should celebrate the gains that come from this incident."

"Harvest?" Old Barty thought to himself. Could it be that Johnny Silverhand had captured another Death Eater?

John poured the fragrant wine into the glass and handed it to old Batty, saying meaningfully: "Through this incident, your son will become less rebellious."

Old Batty's expression changed, "What does this have to do with him?"

"The Death Eaters are here for your son." John sat on the chair, shaking the red wine glass, and through the swaying liquid, he saw the change in old Barty's expression.

Like the wine, his expression kept fluctuating.

Old Batty said in a deep voice: "How is he?"

Since taking office, Batty Sr. has tried not to think about his son.

In his opinion, it would be good enough if his son could live in some corner of this world, and he never expected to restore the father-son relationship.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the hatred that Barty Jr. had for him, and there was almost no room for maneuver.

If I could really save the father and son...

Old Barty didn't dare to think about it. He snorted coldly, "That unworthy son is still guilty of torturing Auror Longbottom!"

Seeing that old Batty was still stubborn, John sat up straight and said meaningfully, "Have you ever thought that your son didn't lie?"

"What?" Old Batty was surprised.

John put down his glass, "He wasn't the one torturing the Longbottoms. He was just a poor wretch passing by."

"A poor fellow... begging his father to believe in him."

Old Batty's glass fell, and the broken glass splashed the wine onto his trouser legs.

Old Batty looked dazed and muttered to himself, "Impossible, he is right there, they caught him right there."

"Maybe you don't believe me," John looked at Old Batty and said, "but you need to believe the other two people."

"Who?" asked old Batty.

John uttered a word.

"Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom."

"Impossible, they have already..." Old Batty retorted subconsciously.

"They have recovered," John said to the incredulous old Barty, "and have been discharged from the hospital. You can check with St. Mungo's."

The news was like a bolt from the blue.

Old Batty even lost control of his facial expression. He stood up and sat down again.

After repeating it several times, John said, "Old Barty, today is not the right time to talk. You can go to St. Mungo's to check it out."

He could see that old Batty was fidgeting.

After John spoke, old Batty immediately walked out of the study.

He needed to find out one thing, find out whether the Longbottoms had recovered, and find out whether...his son was involved in the case that night.

If it is true as Johnny Silverhand said, that little Batty was just wronged, then how should he face the child whose soul had been taken away for more than ten years.

Should I tell him that I hastily cut off ties with him for the sake of my career, or should I tell him that I rescued him out of fatherly love?

He didn't dare to think about it, at least not now.

He walked in such a hurry that he almost stepped on empty air when getting on the carriage.

He looked so disheveled that he didn't look like the Minister of Magic at all.

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