I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John not only has a connection to Slughorn, but it goes much deeper.

From it, she could see Slughorn's appreciation for John's talent.

At the same time, John's suggestion is also a good idea. If he himself does not serve as the headmaster, then Slughorn is indeed very suitable.

After a moment's silence, Professor McGonagall asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I hope you can write a joint letter with the other deans," John smiled appropriately, his voice calm and rational, "Even the Ministry of Magic must take the attitudes of the four deans of Hogwarts seriously."

"I understand," Professor McGonagall nodded, "but I'm curious, why do you care about this matter?"

John chuckled, "I thought you knew about that time Umbridge found me."

Professor McGonagall was confused at first, but after she mentioned this, she understood.

She had heard that Umbridge wanted to suppress John and was threatened by him directly with all the Slytherin students.

But John is not a man who is willing to be passive.

"I still can't help but wonder what the scenery would be like if you were a Gryffindor, Mr. Wick." Professor McGonagall always couldn't help but think of this question.

She even thought that if John was expelled by Snape one day, she would definitely try to transfer him to Gryffindor.

Even though there had never been anything like this at Hogwarts.

It's not because of the child's talent.

Professor McGonagall saw in John the same qualities as in Gryffindor.

John said respectfully, "I have thought about this question before, but the answer has come out."

Yes, the King of Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall promised John that she would write a letter together with other deans. After she saw John leave, Malfoy came over and walked beside him naturally.

This child is like a natural king, and a group of people will unconsciously gather around him.

...

Chapter 343: Dragon Eye and Snape's Memories

John finally knew where the bottle of truth serum had gone.

Malfoy has always been very interested in information about Harry, and he even knew that Umbridge was secretly adding truth serum to Harry's tea to interrogate him.

"Were you eavesdropping?" John expressed deep suspicion, and Malfoy looked away awkwardly.

But it was not Snape's style to give Umbridge the Veritaserum so casually to torture students.

It would be fine if there were only students, but the key is that Harry is also among them.

So John was skeptical about the authenticity of the bottle of truth serum.

Just then, a flying disc dragging flames flew in front of John.

He raised an eyebrow and reached out to catch the Frisbee.

The flames could not leave any marks on John's skin. He looked up and saw more Frisbees and fireworks flying towards the corridor.

He also heard the cheers of the Weasley twins, two funny guys who always brought laughter to Hogwarts when things were gloomy.

John, who was about to take action, immediately let go of the fireworks and let them fly away freely.

Malfoy opened his mouth wide, obviously frightened by the amount of fireworks.

John walked over to the Weasley twins who were hiding and asked with a smile, "How much have you prepared."

"I don't know. I used all of it." George shrugged and said, "I wanted to leave it to my juniors after graduation."

"Silver Hand has given us enough funds, so we don't have to worry about these things." Fred said.

Fireworks exploded all over the castle. They looked very intimidating but could not even damage the portraits on the walls.

Umbridge rushed out in a panic, and no professor came to help her.

John saw Professor Flitwick secretly make a fist gesture in the crowd, and it was obvious that he was also very happy.

Umbridge fought alone, and even Filch moved a stool and held Mrs. Norris to watch the fireworks.

He could also tell Mrs. Norris the names of the fireworks.

Having dealt with the Weasley twins so many times, he knew them all by heart.

The students laughed as a firework stuck into Umbridge's hair and exploded, turning her hair into an afro.

John saw Pansy's boyfriend and wanted to help, but the people around him deliberately blocked him from passing.

Umbridge could be seen running around Hogwarts all day today, dealing with the fireworks.

The professors closed their doors and turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside.

That day, Umbridge was so busy that she didn't finish cleaning until evening.

For the Weasley twins, the good things that happened that day did not stop there. Silver Hand Angel Investment sent a letter, saying that their outstanding invention had been noticed and they were going to increase their investment.

George and Fred high-fived each other, then joined hands and tap-danced in the lounge.

...

The Gryffindor common room celebrated until very late, before Professor McGonagall sent them back to rest with a sullen look on her face.

Ron said to Harry, who had just seen Professor McGonagall turn around and absolutely laughed.

Harry yawned and went to bed. Soon, he felt that the things in front of his eyes became blurry and finally fell into darkness.

A glimmer of light gradually rose in the darkness, and Harry noticed that the light came from the wand in his hand.

He is walking.

This corridor was very familiar, it was the corridor in the Department of Mysteries.

He came too many times but never opened the door.

But this time, the door opened.

He opened it.

He was in a circular room, and after crossing it, he entered a rectangular room.

I heard a mechanical ticking sound next to my ear, like the sound of a second hand moving.

Didn't stop, kept walking.

There was a door at the end of the room, which he opened.

Inside was a dimly lit place, as spacious as a church.

Rows of tall shelves held dusty glass globes.

Harry's heart was pounding, and he knew where to go.

In this room, there was something he wanted very much.

But at this moment, a loud noise made his body shudder.

He was awakened by laughter in the dark dormitory.

It was Seamus and the others who were discussing fireworks, and a firework exploded outside.

Harry wanted to see it too, but he was gradually losing strength.

The fireworks in front of him seemed to turn into a huge snake head, swallowing him up, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

The sound disappeared.

He tried to call out to Ron, but found that he couldn't make a sound either.

"let me go!"

There was a terrifying scream, and Harry felt his hands and feet being bound.

His body seemed to be stuck to a large rock, and it was constantly being torn off.

Harry could feel those tiny things climbing up his body.

"Don't run away, Tom."

A cold and heartless voice sounded in the darkness.

Harry stared around, but he couldn't see anything.

"You should know that I have the power to destroy you."

The sound continued, and Harry saw what looked like a flame in the darkness.

The flame was brilliant golden, and even his soul was trembling.

"No, it's impossible, how is it possible!"

The screams rang out again, and Harry's limbs felt like they were on fire.

He tried hard to see clearly. The brilliant golden flames transformed into a pair of eyes, judging him coldly and mercilessly.

Harry's scar hurt even more, and he was awakened by the pain.

It felt like there was a fireball inside my head, ready to explode.

He buried his head in the pillow, and after an unknown amount of time, he felt better.

He looked up in confusion, and all that was left around him was the sound of fireworks exploding from somewhere unknown.

Ron and the others had fallen asleep a long time ago, and from their snoring, it could be heard that Ron was a little tired.

Harry felt that he should practice Occlumency well, otherwise his head might explode one day.

Monday.

Harry was preoccupied and hesitated during dinner.

Cedric was walking over to the Ravenclaw table, comforting Cho Chang, who was having a hard time accepting that her friend had betrayed the DA.

He looked at the Slytherin again, and Malfoy noticed the gaze immediately and gave a nasty smile.

Harry's stomach turned over, he hadn't seen Snape in a while.

The last time they met, he used his armor to protect himself and deflect Legilimency. Maybe Snape even wanted to kill him.

After finally making it to dinner, he trudged to Snape's office.

Not long after he entered, he heard Snape's cold voice.

"You're late, Potter."

Harry watched as Snape pointed his wand at his head, drew some of his thoughts out, and placed them carefully in the Pensieve.

After doing all this, Snape looked at Harry coldly.

"Have you practiced yet?"

"Yes." Harry lied, not daring to look at Snape.

But he forgot that, in addition to Legilimency, Snape was a man who had lived twenty years longer than him.

He just didn't want to care about such a clumsy lie.

Just as they were about to start, there was a knock on the office door.

Snape frowned. He had instructed the group of students not to come at this time.

After opening the door, he saw Professor McGonagall.

"Severus, I think I need to discuss this with you first. Filius and Pomona are in my office."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry and said, "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Potter, we will continue this lesson tomorrow night." Snape glanced at Harry, nodded without asking for his opinion, walked out and closed the door.

Harry heard some words, Horrager, teacher, etc.

He angrily stuffed his wand back into the pocket of his robes before leaving.

He saw the light spots jumping on the door frame, and he stopped and turned around. The light spots were coming from the Pensieve, just like the ones he saw in the Department of Mysteries in his dream.

The silvery substance in the Pensieve was swirling, and Harry watched it.