I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The win was thrilling, Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw.

The Weasley family suddenly exploded, like gods descending to earth.

Ron suddenly realized the truth, and with a move of the Dragon's Tail, he blocked several shots from Ravenclaw.

Ginny carries the will of Harry, can pick stars with her hands, and snatches the Golden Snitch from under Cho Chang's nose, winning the game for Gryffindor.

"We were only twenty points away from losing." Daphne had been holding her breath since she came out of the game, and now she finally let go.

Malfoy coughed twice. If he hadn't been so reckless in the last match with Cedric, this score wouldn't have been so dangerous.

Even though the Weasley brothers and sisters are very talented, they still cannot shake Slytherin's dominance.

With a total score difference of 20 points, they won the Quidditch Cup.

"When Mrs. Montgomery saw the Weasley daughter chasing the Golden Snitch, he was almost ready to use a curse with his wand." Pansy complained, "If he was overtaken, he would definitely go crazy."

"Isn't it great now? We hold the longest winning streak in Hogwarts." Malfoy muttered.

John glanced at Malfoy. He felt that if he lost this time, the first person Monty would go after would be Malfoy.

Gryffindor lost by 20 points, but Ron Weasley's outstanding performance made Angelina say that she had chosen the right person.

The carnival eventually came to an end. When Ron described to Harry and Hermione how he could stand alone,

The students' final carnival also quietly disappeared with the end of the Quidditch Cup.

The next period of time belongs to the library and exam week.

John was probably the only person in the entire Hogwarts who didn't have to stay in the library.

...

Silverhand Manor.

Tang Mi looked at his boss and asked a question, "Sir, when I was your age, I never thought about skipping school every day."

John glanced at Tang Mi, "You know what I'm going to say, right?"

"Well, if my name was Johnny Silverhand at that time, I probably wouldn't want to go to school for a day." Tang Mi said dejectedly.

As a qualified subordinate, Tang Mi could only say that his boss could not be judged using common sense.

With less than two weeks left until the exam, other students are already wishing they had two more brains so they can drink stimulants instead of drinks.

Not only did John skip classes, he also ran away from school to Silverhand Manor.

Even Tang Mi couldn't help but worry about his boss's academic problems.

It turned out that his worries were totally unnecessary.

John went into the secret room behind the garden.

The transparent glass cover locked the golden cup tightly. The dragon's container has accumulated hundreds of souls.

Release the vessel full of souls.

"The soul is back."

John turned his magic wand, and the soul was drawn out like a cocoon and taken away bit by bit.

In the Unbreakable Room, the Dementors looked so sick that they seemed petrified.

"There are still quite a few." John took a look.

The relationship between Dementors and the Soul-Eating Curse is that one is weak while the other is strong.

Unless all the Dementors are dead, there is no need to worry about the Soul-Eating Curse being broken.

Taking the soul away, John turned his attention to the golden cup.

"Hufflepuff's Golden Cup."

He opened the cover, and this time the golden cup did not move at all.

It seems that he has become honest.

"The sword of Gryffindor is extremely sharp, the diadem of Ravenclaw increases wisdom, and what about you, the golden cup of Hufflepuff?"

John stared at the golden cup and slowly reached out to touch it.

At the moment of contact, a powerful wave of magical power was released from the golden cup.

John's eyes gleamed, and he surrounded it with even more powerful magic.

A silver ring covers the right hand, and a magic crystal creates a magical magnetic field.

Thousands of black threads penetrated into the golden cup, and the shrill cry struck the soul directly.

John held his breath and concentrated as the black silk wrapped around the golden cup.

"You should hand this over," John whispered.

Jinbei screamed, "No, impossible, how could you!"

John waved his wand and brought the Dementor's soul over.

The black silk is mixed with silver composed of soul fragments.

Each silver thread turned into an extremely sharp scalpel, cutting inside the golden cup.

The fragments of Voldemort in the golden cup resisted frantically. As the Dark Lord, although his soul was split, he was still very aggressive.

John took a deep breath and his eyes became more focused.

"The soul is back."

His voice was strange and ethereal, and the ancient syllables made the soul tremble.

On top of the golden cup, a small green snake transformed into a handsome young man.

The handsome young man had his hands and feet pulled by black silk, and a silver scalpel cut open his body that was stuck to the golden cup.

John said in a deep voice: "You, as a soul, cannot compete with me."

The magic wand ignited the soul, and the silver soul turned into a golden flame, burning towards the golden cup.

The eyes turned into vertical pupils, seeing the essence through the golden cup.

More and more souls were ignited, and the screams from the golden cup became weaker and weaker.

John dragged him out completely in one go.

The little green snake turned into a wandering soul and tried to escape. John stretched out his magic wand and guided the soul to turn into a silk thread to hold it tightly.

As the screams and unwilling roars gradually became smaller, the soul fragment was dragged into an unknown space.

After doing all this, John couldn't help but fall down weakly again.

He fell heavily, the blood on his face quickly faded, and a flash of black flashed under his skin.

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Chapter 350: Horcruxes and the Difference

Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.

In the past, white peacocks could be seen walking around the manor, but now they have disappeared.

The interior of the manor is very luxurious, with luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces and gilded mirrors.

In the living room, the purple wallpaper adds a luxurious feel.

But now, that nobility has been replaced by gloom.

The fog that lingered in Malfoy Manor never dissipated for a whole year.

No one knows how many extremely evil guys are in this manor.

Lucius Malfoy sat timidly on the right side of the long table, and Lippi, who used the alias Drogon, was lucky enough to get one of the seats.

The Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban returned to their master, but they also had to bear the pressure from Voldemort.

Voldemort was in a bad mood.

Everyone can see it.

The Dark Lord is in a dangerous state and no one wants to get into trouble.

Even Bieber, who is a diehard fan, is the same.

They lowered their heads, not daring to look at that face.

"Who can tell me?" Voldemort said.

He turned his gaze to Lucius and said, "Lucius, tell me what we need to do most."

Lucius' body trembled slightly, and he swallowed. His voice trembled a little, "Master, we need to go to the Department of Mysteries and get that thing."

"You are wrong, Lucius."

Lucius shuddered violently, and before the horror on his face showed up, he heard Voldemort say, "Only Harry Potter can take that thing down. We need Harry Potter."

All the Death Eaters listened to Voldemort.

Only to hear Voldemort's voice become more violent, "And that Johnny Silverhand who is against us!"

"He's like a bug in the gutter. I always want to crush him to death."

Voldemort was filled with hostility, and Lucius, who was closest to him, felt difficulty breathing.

“However,” Voldemort said as his anger suddenly disappeared and he returned to normal, “After we get the thing, we can crush that bug to death.”

Set a strategic goal to take what's in the Department of Mysteries.

But how to lure Potter over there?

Voldemort has the answer to this question.

He looked at the only person present who was not a Death Eater.

"Narcissa, I need you to do something for me."

Being stared at by those cold snake eyes, Narcissa felt her body go cold, but she was not Lucius.

She nodded slowly.

The meeting was dissolved.

Lucius cast a worried look at his wife, and Narcissa felt a warm feeling in her heart.

"Be careful." Lucius grabbed his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't disobey the master."

Coward.

Narcissa glared at her husband.

After Lucius finished speaking, he looked back at Voldemort and walked away quickly with worry.

Narcissa needed to remain calm, and she went over respectfully to follow Voldemort's instructions.

But just as Voldemort was about to speak, his face changed.

Narcissa didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Voldemort seemed to have lost consciousness for a short time.

After waking up, Voldemort staggered and held on to the table.

"Dark Lord?" Narcissa looked over.

There was uncertainty in Voldemort's eyes, and he felt that something had left.

"This is the second time."

His expression was uncertain and even he didn't know what was going on.

This has never happened before and it was too sudden.

The first thing he thought of was the Horcrux, but no, that was not the case.

Even if something happened to the Horcrux, it shouldn't be like this.

What happened?

"Whose golden cup is it?" Voldemort suddenly felt a little uneasy.