I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John looked at him, a smile on his face, and chuckled, "You can rest assured about that."

Tofty was about to come over to take the parchment, his steps were heavy, but he stopped in an instant.

That unhappy face was filled with horror.

"I think the professor might have to send it over." Black veins crawled up John's face and black blood oozed from his eyes.

It was like a scene from a horror movie.

He smiled and said, "If it's quick."

Black blood came out of his mouth without a trace of red.

"Take him to the school hospital quickly!"

Tofty let out a terrified cry, "Hold on, kid."

The ink from Daphne's pen fell onto the parchment, but she showed no sign of reacting.

Malfoy stared blankly over there, his brain seemed to have shut down.

The auditorium was deathly quiet, with only the sound of TOEFL testers and several others running out in panic.

"Sit down and continue the exam!" After all, Machiban is a person with rich experience, so she asked other students to continue the exam.

But after this moment, most of them were absent-minded.

Daphne tried several times to pick up the fallen quill, but after several attempts, she failed.

A feeling of panic took over her body.

There was the sound of a table falling, it was Malfoy.

He didn't even bother taking the exam and ran out after those people.

Not only him, almost all the Slytherin students stood up.

"sit down!"

Daphne knew that it was time for her to keep her promise.

With a loud shout, the Slytherin students stopped.

Daphne forced herself to calm down, "Continue with the exam, John is fine, this is nothing to him."

The Slytherin students sat down as their minds flashed back to John's past deeds.

Only Malfoy couldn't listen to others.

Marchben waved his wand and collected the two test papers.

When she saw John's photo, she couldn't help but sigh that it looked like a work of art.

Malfoy's one was only half written.

...

Harry's mind was in a mess. He was originally thinking about the answer to question 10.

He thought of the first Federation meeting that was held in France.

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard John's application to go to the school hospital.

Afterwards, the face covered with black veins and the black blood made it impossible for him to calm down.

He wanted to say, that's John Wick, how could anything happen to him?

But, but that scene kept replaying in my mind like a movie.

Even if it was just an ordinary student, even if something happened to Malfoy, people would keep thinking about it.

Harry forced his mind to focus on the questions as the rustling sound began to rise again in the hall.

The hourglass continued to tick, and Harry counted the hours.

Gradually, the hourglass changes.

The falling fools formed a dim, cool corridor.

It's the Department of Mysteries!

Harry found himself walking inside, his steps firm and decisive.

He seemed to be in a good mood and would occasionally jog a few steps.

The black door opened as it had done several times before, and he stood in a circular room with many doors.

He walked straight across the stone floor without hesitation.

He went through the second door.

Spots of light, like the reflection of the Pensieve in Snape's office.

There was an odd dripping sound, but he didn't look closely.

Time must be seized.

Go through the third door and go through.

The room filled with shelves and spheres looked like a cathedral, just like the last time I entered it.

He walked between the shelves until he came to the ninety-seventh row.

Turn left.

He continued deeper.

At the end of the corridor there was something resembling an animal wriggling.

The dim room made it difficult to see what was going on.

And Harry, the protagonist of the dream, made a cold, high-pitched voice.

He could hardly believe that this was sent from him. There was not a trace of human kindness in it.

"Get it for me, quick!"

"Take it down. I can't touch it. You can touch it."

He commanded the dark creature on the floor, and when he saw no movement, he cruelly took out his wand.

That pale, slender hand, holding the wand, mercilessly cast the painful spell.

"Crucio!"

The guy screamed in pain and fell down twisted.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting."

The man on the floor shook his shoulders and looked in pain.

When his head looked up, he revealed a face that Harry was all too familiar with.

Sirius.

...

Chapter 356: Unable to Change and Still the Same

Why was Sirius there?

As soon as Harry's doubts came to an end, he heard Sirius scream again.

That scene washed away his doubts, leaving only worry.

Sirius' face was covered in blood and twisted in pain, but there was an unyielding determination in his eyes.

"Unless you kill me." He didn't back down, but faced Harry.

"It will happen eventually," the cold voice said without any warmth. "You have to take it down first, Blake. Do you think this is the limit? We have plenty of time. No one will come."

"No, Sirius!"

Harry struggled and screamed, he fell to the cold stone floor, and he woke up.

But that scene still made Harry scream, and his scar felt like it was burning again, and the people in the hall turned their eyes away.

He saw the worry and surprise on Hermione and Ron's faces. Marchbank exclaimed "Oh my God" and led the struggling Harry out of the hall.

"What happened today? Everyone got into trouble." Marchbank was old, and Harry didn't even dare to resist too much.

He was helped out of the Great Hall and into the entrance hall, his mind still replaying the scene of Sirius being tortured.

"I'm fine, Professor, I just, just fell asleep and had a nightmare." Harry explained randomly.

Marchban said with a distressed look on his face, "Everyone has exam pressure, and there's also the matter of John Wick. Maybe you can calm down outside before going back."

"No, Professor. I have answered all the questions I can."

All Harry wanted now was to find someone to save Sirius as soon as possible. After all, he had become more mature and knew how to seek help from others.

Marchbank said gently, "Very good, very good, I will put your test away, but I suggest you lie down and rest for a while."

"I will," Harry nodded vigorously, glancing towards the stairs. "Thank you very much, Professor."

Marchbanks ambled into the Great Hall and Harry ran up the marble stairs.

He ran very fast towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Arriving at Professor McGonagall's office, he knocked heavily on the door, but received no response.

He didn't understand where Professor McGonagall had gone at this time, and he was like an ant on a hot pan, looking everywhere.

Dumbledore was not at school, Hagrid was missing, and Harry thought he could look for Professor McGonagall.

But now Professor McGonagall couldn't be found, who could he turn to?

"Harry!"

Ron's voice rang out, he was running out of breath.

Harry looked up; he didn't see Hermione.

"What happened? Are you sick? Are you okay?" Ron took a breath and asked a series of greetings.

Harry hurriedly said, "Come with me, I have something to tell you, where's Hermione?"

He ran with Ron to another empty classroom.

Ron said, "She went to the hospital as soon as she finished her exams. John was there."

"You should have seen John's condition." Ron was still frightened.

This incident might become his nightmare.

Harry said irritably, "We need to go find Hermione and tell her what happened."

Ron asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Voldemort captured Sirius and tortured him."

Harry and Ron ran towards the hospital wing.

But the school hospital was crowded with people. He had hoped to see Professor McGonagall there, but he didn't.

Snape hurried out of the hospital wing, not even reacting to the sight of Harry.

Harry found Hermione in the crowd, walked up to her and pulled her towards the empty classroom.

"What happened to you, Harry?" Hermione said, the worry in her eyes not fading. "John is sick."

"I know, but Sirius has been captured by Voldemort," Harry said anxiously. "He is being tortured and is about to die."

"What? How could you?"

"I saw it. I saw it when I fell asleep during the exam."

Hermione's face turned pale, and she kept looking towards the direction of the school hospital. "But, but where is it? How did you catch it?"

"I don't know," said Harry, "but I know where it is. It's in the Department of Mysteries, in a room full of shelves filled with little glass balls. It's at the end of the ninety-seventh row."

Harry said in a trembling voice, "He wanted to use Sirius to get what he wanted from him. He tortured Sirius and said he would kill him in the end."

He is very helpless now, and no one he can rely on is left.