I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Hermione was annoyed, and Hagrid growled, "That's enough."

Hagrid's height was very intimidating, and Malfoy took a half step back.

I hit someone on the back.

Hagrid, who was originally furious, immediately turned his head away when he saw the person behind Malfoy and wanted to leave quickly.

John took a deep breath, veins throbbing on his forehead, "Hagrid."

"John," Hagrid said awkwardly.

Seeing Hagrid's face starting to change again shortly after being treated, John felt that he needed to go to the Forbidden Forest to see what Hagrid had raised in there.

"I bought you some healing potion," John deadpanned, "It's in the cabinet next to the armor."

"Oh, okay, I get it." Hagrid walked out of the pub immediately, like a student who was caught playing outside during class.

He looked so miserable that if you didn’t know better you would think there was a fire dragon burning his butt from behind.

Turning around and seeing Hermione, John greeted her, "Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Hi, John."

An ethereal, singing voice sounded, and Luna looked like she was delayed for a moment.

She tilted her head, feeling dazed and confused.

"Luna," John looked at Luna, then at Hermione, and asked, "Do you have a date?"

Hermione nodded, and John waved his hand, saying, "We'll be leaving then."

Nodding to Mr. Lovegood, John and Malfoy left the pub.

"Bye, John." Luna waved her little hand, and the larger Snorlax in her pocket popped its head out.

Mr. Lovegood was surprised: "He is John Wick? He is really young."

"John is a very good man," Luna said to her father.

Harry still didn't understand the situation and asked, "What's going on now?"

They sat down, and Hermione said to Harry seriously, "Mr. Lovegood is here to help us and let everyone know the truth."

"What truth?" Harry was still a little confused.

Luna said in a trance: "That person is back."

"The Ministry has never mentioned anything about it," said Hermione.

Harry realized that this was intended to make him reveal the matter, just like Dumbledore had done.

Since the Ministry of Magic didn't say anything, Dumbledore could only make the announcement alone, and the pain from his scar last time made Harry more and more uneasy.

Hermione did it for Harry, to alert people that Voldemort had returned.

Mr. Lovegood is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. Although he is not as influential as The Daily Prophet, he still has considerable influence.

This was undoubtedly the best option for Harry to support Dumbledore.

...

The journey to Hogsmeade ends.

John returned to the castle, and Malfoy was still mocking Harry for becoming a comedy star.

But when Daphne came back, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Daphne: You took my sister away and you want to take John away too!

The sequel was quite tragic. Malfoy was hung upside down by a fuchsia bell for more than an hour.

The more reluctant Astoria was, the more ruthless Daphne became.

John shook his head. This is what life is like.

When Malfoy was put down, his whole face was red and congested, and his head was dizzy.

At night.

John was in the Star Society, looking at the still boiling metallic liquid.

He took a box from the drawer, opened it and took out the contents.

As he put things into the crucible, the original metallic liquid quickly disappeared.

It was like something had eaten all the liquid.

He cut his wrists and blood flowed into them.

A large amount of white smoke floated out from inside and instantly filled the entire Star Society.

After a few seconds, the white smoke stagnated, as if the pause button was pressed.

The white smoke began to reverse and drill back into the pot of metallic liquid.

As the metallic color turned to red, John stopped bleeding.

His face turned pale and he walked out of the armory.

Having lost too much blood, he missed a step and hit his head on the steps. It took him a long time to get up again.

He went to the cabinet of the Star Society and took out a bottle of Stars. He drank two sips before he felt better.

The wound on the wrist began to heal under the magic, leaving only a white mark there.

He took another sip of wine, replenishing his body with magic power, which finally made his face less scary.

Walking to the round table and sitting down, he looked up at the dome.

The starry sky dome is twinkling with many stars.

Very beautiful.

He relaxed his body, leaning back in his chair, his left hand hanging loosely.

A golden chain hung on her wrist, with a small and delicate hourglass trailing below.

After staring at the starry sky for a while, John rubbed his eyebrows.

The badge vibrated slightly, and he tapped his fingers on it, and saw the message pop up.

His lips opened and closed slightly, and an imperceptible sound echoed in the Star Society.

"almost."

He fell asleep in the Star Club.

When he woke up the next day, an owl flew into the hall and landed in front of Malfoy.

An item that Malfoy would not have subscribed to before was picked up by him with great interest.

John glanced over. It was The Quibbler.

Malfoy said: "I want to see if Potter is really going to become a comedy star."

He rubbed his hands and opened The Quibbler.

"Harry Potter tells the truth: I saw You-Know-Who come to life that night."

When Malfoy saw the title, Gryffindor also received several owl letters.

...

Chapter 332 Gold and Search

Harry received many letters and was very happy. He felt that he was helping.

At the same time, he no longer had the depression that he felt between young men and women.

This happiness lasted until Umbridge arrived.

As an open weapon to check and balance Dumbledore, Umbridge hates students being at ease the most.

Especially Harry Potter, who she regarded as the focus of her attention.

"I can't deal with John Wick, but can't I deal with you?"

Umbridge came up to Harry and asked slowly, "Why do you have so many letters, Mr. Potter?"

"Is it illegal to receive letters now?" The Weasley twins were as bold as ever. Fred retorted in public, causing Umbridge's eyes to flash with resentment.

"Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll give you detention," said Umbridge. "Mr. Potter?"

Harry hesitated. He wanted to keep it a secret, but thinking that Umbridge would read The Quibbler sooner or later, he simply confessed, "People wrote to me. I gave interviews and talked about what happened last June."

"Interview?" Umbridge narrowed her eyes dangerously, and her voice became higher. "What did you say?"

"The reporter asked me questions and I answered them." Harry threw The Quibbler over. "Here it is."

Umbridge took it, and when she saw what was on it, her sagging face turned ugly purple.

"When?"

"Last time in Hogsmeade," Harry answered truthfully.

"Mr. Potter, you seem to enjoy the attention of others very much," Umbridge said, smiling, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "Why did you lie?"

"I didn't!" said Harry angrily.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Umbridge said with a fake smile, "plus a week of confinement."

Harry clenched his fists, shaking with anger.

Before noon, an educational order prohibiting the viewing of "The Quibbler" was issued.

When Hermione saw the news, she laughed instead of getting angry.

Harry couldn't understand her, they were all being targeted.

"Can't you see?" Hermione whispered like a proud little lion, "If you want everyone to see your article, the best way is to ban it!"

Students are all rebellious.

It would be fine if it wasn't banned, after all, "The Quibbler" is not something that attracts the public's attention.

However, when Umbridge personally called them out and refused to show them, the students began to rebel.

During lunch time, even though no one had seen The Quibbler in school, all the students were discussing it.

News about Voldemort's resurrection began to spread around the school.

And the professors' actions seemed to acknowledge that Harry was doing the right thing.

For example, Harry handed Professor Sprout a watering can and received twenty extra points.

For example, at the end of the Charms class, Professor Flitwick smiled and handed Harry a box of screaming candy mice.

They are all expressing their approval.

Adds more credibility to this article.

"Big star, are you enjoying yourself?" Malfoy appeared in front of Harry and mocked him with sarcastic words.

"Umbridge is right, you are quite the pushover."

Ron roared angrily: "What did you say!"

Malfoy kicked Ron directly in the stomach, causing him to hunch over like a shrimp.

Grabbing Harry's collar with both hands and pressing him against the wall, Malfoy growled like a wild animal: "His death is not the reason for your fame!"

"I told you, Potter!"

Malfoy looked very scary like this, and no one could stop him.

For the first time, Harry felt that Malfoy had such great strength. He glared at him and said, "I never thought that. I just want everyone to know that Voldemort is back!"

"Shut up!" Malfoy put his arm against Harry's throat, his face full of violence, "Don't think of yourself as a savior!"

"Malfoy!"

Professor McGonagall noticed this. Her face turned pale, her lips pursed, and she said sternly, "Put Potter down."

Malfoy ignored it, and another voice sounded.