I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Malfoy, put Harry Potter down."

Snape also came. He glanced around and frowned. "Do you want to be deducted points?"

Harry felt Malfoy's breathing become heavier.

He huffed and puffed like a buffalo, and finally let Harry go, pushing him so hard that his head hit the wall.

He walked through the crowd with angry steps, and others did not dare to speak for fear of provoking this little bully.

...

Neville was breathing heavily and had a dark circle under his left eye, as did Malfoy.

The two men punched each other, and finally Neville punched Malfoy in the abdomen, making him fall to the ground.

The two men lay on the ground gasping for breath, and John sat aside without saying a word.

"When can we take revenge?"

Malfoy roared towards the sky.

John stroked the ring and said calmly, "Soon."

"I am very unwilling to accept this," Malfoy sat up and growled from his throat, "Why, why was it Heinrich who died, while Harry Potter got everyone's attention."

"Is his death so worthless, or is the savior more valuable?"

As written in "The Quibbler", his death is repeated again, and everyone is admiring Harry Potter's bravery.

No one cared about Heinrich Edgar's death, as if everyone was rejoicing that the one who died was a bad guy from a dark magic family, not their savior.

They didn't even know Heinrich!

"I swear, if Harry Potter died, there would be a crowd of people mourning for him."

Malfoy stood up in annoyance and punched the wall hard. Blood spurted out of his hand, but he was completely unaware.

The object of his anger was not Harry, but the fact that everyone was glad that it was Heinrich who died.

John paused his finger movements and said calmly, "This is reality, Draco."

Yes, reality.

John stood up and walked to Neville. Neville, who had been silent just now, was even more silent at this moment.

"I will kill Voldemort," he looked at Neville, "Neville, I place my hope in you."

Finding the Horcruxes is the key to killing Voldemort.

John is missing only the last two items.

So, he needed Neville.

Neville had never felt a weight on his shoulders as heavy as he did today.

He didn't know why John asked him to find that thing, but he knew that what John said would definitely be accomplished.

He said he would kill Voldemort, and he would do it.

The savior is not the only one who can save the world.

...

Little Hangleton.

The long golden hair is neglected and looks greasy.

Footsteps sounded in the cemetery, and the magic wand emitted a faint light.

Arriving at the place where he was late before, the masked man stopped at the charred and irreparable place and remained silent for a long time.

He walked into a large area of ​​charred black. The land was extremely dry, like a black hole swallowing everything in it.

He came to the middle and slowly lay down.

There were stars in the night sky, and he slowly took off his mask.

The smell of burning entered my nose, and I reached out my hand to touch the ground, and I could still seem to feel the burning heat.

"very hot."

He sat up, revealing a blond face.

Kim Ledisley.

As if he was afraid of disturbing others, he whispered softly, "It's really hot."

"Why do you have the courage to go in there?"

As Jin spoke, he held up a piece of scorched earth with his fingers.

The scorched earth scattered in the palm of his hand, passed through his fingertips and fell into the dust.

He stood up and looked at the distant hillside, where there was a mansion that did not look like it belonged to ordinary people.

"The last place."

His eyes were full of confusion, and he whispered: "I am scared, scared that I will fail."

He reached out and touched the badge on his chest. The burnt marks revealed warmth, as if his palm was placed on his chest.

Jin walked towards that direction. This was his last target.

He had traveled to many places before, but without exception, he had not found anything.

Even though he dug deep into those places, he couldn't find that thing.

John said that getting that thing is the key to success.

For this reason, Jin is not afraid even of death.

After all, he had witnessed something far more horrible than death.

He wanted to forget, but the incident was seared into his mind, reminding him all the time.

The time we spent walking felt very long.

The distance from the cemetery to the hillside seemed very long.

But no matter how long the journey is, there will be a day when it will be completed, and he stood in that mansion.

Riddle House.

Tom Riddle's father's house.

...

Chapter 333 Gold and the Horse

The villagers of Little Hangleton still called the house on the hill Riddle Hall, although it had been deserted for a long time.

But once upon a time it was the largest and most imposing building for miles around.

The house is now damp, desolate and uninhabited all year round.

The ivy was crawling all over the house, the tiles on the roof were broken, and the windows were sealed, as if some terrible creature was trapped inside.

In fact, it is really scary here.

The former owners, the Riddle family, were found dead in the house by the maid. They were cold, still wearing the clothes they wore for dinner.

At that time, people only thought it was a murder by the gardener, but they didn't know that it involved the revenge of a big figure from the wizarding world.

Jin walked to the big house which vaguely showed its former grandeur.

"Araho Cave is open."

With a click, the front door opened.

The wooden floor made a teeth-grinding creaking sound as the shoes covered in wet mud stepped on it.

"Lumos"

A bright light shone from the tip of the rod onto the ground.

There were traces of dragging on the ground, as if a big snake had slithered through it at some point.

The soil was dry, though a little damp around the edges from the recent wet weather.

Jin's eyes moved, searching the rooms in the house.

He saw a corpse that had turned into a pile of bones.

"He's been dead for a year."

He lifted a strand of white hair with his magic wand, and it was an old man.

"He was killed by magic." Jin was sure that the old man died under a spell.

His eyes lit up with joy, and his expression turned cautious.

All the traces from the entrance to here indicate that something once existed here.

“Maybe the thing is here.”

He checked every open place in the room.

From death to decay into bones, the windows of the room were sealed, and the remaining smells drilled into the nose like maggots.

The bad smell couldn't make Jin back off.

But the joy in his eyes disappeared little by little.

By the end, the entire house had been searched.

Still nothing.

He staggered and leaned against a table, with despair in his eyes.

"No." His throat was dry and he inserted his fingers into his messy blond hair, his expression showing devastation.

He walked through every place and explored every inch of land with hope.

But he didn't find that thing after all.

His body was trembling slightly, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope, allowing him to fantasize that he could still see her.

Hope was shattered.

His eyes were bloodshot and his wand was waving.

The glass of the whole house exploded, and he faced the blowing wind, his greasy blond hair sticking to his skin.

He fell into a paranoid, crazy state.

In this state he walked to the window with his hands outstretched.

Just as he was about to take the next step, he froze.

He stared down and saw a white horse appearing there.

The horse tilted its head and walked in one direction.

He chased after it, chasing the white figure.

Jin had no time to care for the tiny wounds on his body caused by the occasional branches.

Following the horse, he came to an even older mansion.

This place has a history of at least several hundred years, and the ancient house exudes a gloomy and mysterious feeling.

It is located between two steep hillsides, hidden among the tangled trees.

The walls of the mansion were covered with moss, and it looked even more dilapidated than the Riddle Mansion.

Unlike the Riddle Mansion, the antiquity of this place is accompanied by a sense of weirdness that makes people not want to approach it.

After the horse arrived here, it stood on the lawn on the side and chewed the fresh grass.

Jin walked up to the horse and reached out to touch its soft fur.

This is probably a white horse that grazes in Little Hangleton, attracted by the fresh grass here.

Stepping through the dense nettles surrounding the house, he arrived in front of the mansion.