I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John took a deep breath, and his fingers holding the card trembled a little.

"Who is it?" He looked at the words on the card and an idea emerged in his mind.

Who sent this unsigned letter?

He thought about what he had planned.

After eliminating a few insiders, John wanted a glass of water to sober himself up.

Putting the card solemnly into his pocket, he gazed into the distance.

“Some things need to be tried even if you know they are impossible.”

The black envelope floated onto the water surface, floated for a while, and then sank into the water.

John heard a sweet sound of heavenly music, and a phoenix came to him with an envelope.

"Dumbledore."

There is only that one person who can command the Phoenix. Fear flashed in John's eyes as he opened the letter.

"I hope we can meet. The password is: Sizzle Honey Candy."

Dumbledore extended the invitation, and John looked at the Phoenix, who was also looking at John.

Tilting his head, Phoenix Fox waited for John's reply.

The letter burned in his hand, and John reached out and touched Fox's feathers, chuckling, "Why not?"

Fox received the reply and stood up and flew away.

John watched Fox go away, then he opened his palm, where a feather lay.

He put his hands in his pockets without changing his expression. Dumbledore wanted to talk to him, and he had expected this day to come.

Dumbledore was really patient. He thought that before Christmas, Dumbledore would not be able to help but look for him.

When I walked to the fifth floor, I saw the ugly stone beast squatting there.

John leaned over and said, "Sizzle Honey Candy."

The stone beast jumped to the side, revealing a passage.

He walked in and went up the spiral staircase until he arrived at the principal's office.

There was a knock on the door and Dumbledore's voice came from inside.

"Come in."

When I pushed the door open, I looked over at the portraits of all the past principals on the wall.

"Look who's here, the best in Slytherin," shouted Headmaster Phineas.

As the headmaster of Slytherin, he gave John a friendly smile.

Although these portraits are not of the real person, they have the real person's magical presence and are basically the same as his or her own personality.

Phineas was proud of John's excellence.

Dumbledore looked up from the silverware. Fawkes had returned and was sitting on his perch. The Sorting Hat had no eyes, but John felt as if it was looking at him.

"John." Dumbledore tapped the silver instrument and the smoke dissipated.

He walked over to the desk and held out his palm in invitation, "Please take a seat. You haven't been here for a while."

John watched Dumbledore sit down coldly. The last time he came here was to steal the time turner.

But he failed that time.

Dumbledore could have fired John, but he didn't.

An overflow of mercy.

John scoffed.

He came to the desk and sat down, his eyes shifted to something on the table with a look of surprise.

"I think we should talk."

Dumbledore, who had been watching John's expression, said kindly, "Albus Dumbledore and John Wick."

“It’s not a conversation between a principal and a student, nor between an elder, but just an equal conversation between friends.”

He released full of kindness and sincerity.

John finally looked up at Dumbledore, whose old face seemed to have grown even older.

Dumbledore wanted to make the atmosphere less tense, so he said jokingly, "Valentine's Day is coming soon. The school hasn't said it explicitly, but it doesn't object to students dating."

He winked at John mischievously and said, "I think your drawer is almost full of love letters confessing my love for you."

"Thank you for your concern," John said calmly without changing his expression. "I guess you must have received so many love letters in the past that your hands were tired."

"That may be the case," Dumbledore said shamelessly.

It seems to be a wrong choice to focus on the affairs of adolescent boys.

Dumbledore looked deeply at John and asked kindly, "John, have you discovered some secrets about... Voldemort?"

"Hmm?" John glanced at the silver instrument inconspicuously, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember what I told you?" Dumbledore said with reminiscence in his eyes, "I said at the time that you were a Slytherin."

"However, I find that I seem to be wrong." Dumbledore looked at John and shook his head. "You are not only a Slytherin, you also have the qualities of a Gryffindor."

"Sometimes, even I make mistakes. Here," Dumbledore stood up and bowed to John, "I apologize to you."

"Because of the stupidity of a confused old man, students who should have been treated fairly suffered injustice."

John's expression changed several times as Dumbledore lowered his head.

As if shocked, Dumbledore simply admitted his mistake.

Dumbledore pushed the thing on the table forward, and the golden chain made a harsh sound when it rubbed against the table.

"Magic isn't everything, John."

Time converter.

What he didn't get when he sneaked into the office was now easily delivered to him by Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said earnestly, "You are different from Voldemort. You have everything that he doesn't have. You have the most mysterious power in the world... love."

Staring at the golden hourglass, John showed a smile that was unclear whether it was self-deprecating or bitter.

He reached out and touched the Time Turner, feeling the reality in his palm.

He took a deep breath and controlled his surging emotions.

"Dumbledore," John looked Dumbledore straight in the eye, "Tell me, do you regret it?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, John said to himself, "Unfortunately, I won't regret it."

He grinned, a little grimly.

"Because I am a Slytherin, and I will take revenge."

His words trailed off.

A dozen owls flew into the principal's office carrying a large number of letters.

Dumbledore picked up one and opened it, then looked up at John in disbelief.

"Gringotts explosion."

...

Chapter 327: Gringotts Explosion and Escape Dragon

Gringotts.

Griphook walked in front with a nervous look on his face, and the three people behind him followed closely, like three shadows.

Picking up the jingle piece, he shook the pull ring and it made a jingling sound, which made the Australian egg white eyes guarding it dare not approach.

They reached the Lestrange vault, and Griphook reluctantly ran his finger across the door.

"Hurry up and open it!"

A violent voice sounded, and Griphook was hit by a red light and screamed in pain.

"Calm down, Bellatrix." Amycus Carrow stopped the frantic woman.

Bellatrix looks a bit like Narcissa, and exudes a sense of madness.

More than a decade of life in Azkaban made her already somewhat crazy personality even more terrifying. She turned her wand and pointed it at Amycus, roaring, "Shut up, it's not your turn to teach me how to do things."

Amycus suppressed his anger and said coldly: "This is all for the Dark Lord, if you hadn't come to check it out."

"I need to confirm whether that thing is still there." Bellatrix did not give face to anyone except Voldemort.

She thought of something and said with some horror on her face, "That kid, he stole my sword."

After she finished stammering, her expression changed again, and she roared at Griphook, "Open the door!"

Griphook was also unlucky, as he was kidnapped by these lunatics in Azkaban.

He thought back to the young Lestrange from last time, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Bellatrix was a crazy woman, and if anything went wrong, she would probably be implicated.

The sound of mechanical gears turning and unlocking was heard, and Lestrange's vault was opened.

Bellatrix pushed Griphook aside and walked in first.

She was originally the owner of this vault, so she didn't have to fear the fire curse or the cloning curse.

"Don't come in!" she warned her accomplices who entered the vault.

Amycus didn't look happy, but unfortunately Bellatrix ignored him.

She looked towards where the Sword of Gryffindor was supposed to be, and the sword had disappeared.

She looked terrified.

"It was stolen."

She took two steps back and leaned against the table.

That day she wanted to go see her old enemies, the Longbottom couple who had been tortured by her.

Instead, she saw the Longbottoms, who should have been tortured crazy, jumping around alive and well. Not only that, she also saw another person.

She would never forget that scar.

That lightning-like scar was him, the one who had brought down the Dark Lord.

Bellatrix wanted to kill Harry Potter, but before she did, she saw what the Longbottom brat was holding.

At that moment, she was already panicking.

Only someone who is closest to the Dark Lord is worthy of knowing certain things, and the first thing she thought of was the other things in the vault.

If that thing were lost, even the Dark Lord's closest subordinates would be hated.

She couldn't imagine the day when she would be hated by the Dark Lord, so she wanted to confirm whether the things were still there.

To this end, she risked being discovered by the Ministry of Magic and came to Gringotts.

She actually had a second choice, which was to ask others to come over.

But no one else is trustworthy, not even her sister Narcissa's husband, Lucius, who took the initiative to express his loyalty.

She wanted to confirm for herself that the secret had not been discovered.

Asking the others to stay outside, she looked up and saw the golden cup that had been placed there suddenly appeared in front of her.

She climbed up the mountain-like shelf, using her hands and feet, without caring about her image at all.

Finally she climbed to the top and carefully held up the golden cup with both hands.

"Dark Lord." There was obsession in her eyes.

This is the Dark Lord's trust in her, she must not let him down.