I swung a sword at Hogwarts

She had always wanted to use Dumbledore to gain merit. If she could prove that Dumbledore wanted to harm the Ministry of Magic, she would receive unprecedented attention.

"Weapons." Hermione buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

But Ron clearly saw the corners of her mouth curled up.

Umbridge was already eager to perform a meritorious service. She said, "Take me to see the weapon."

Hermione was trembling, and Umbridge was very satisfied. She pointed her wand at Ron and the other two, and the three of them were tied up by the flying ropes.

"Now, you go with me and Potter," Umbridge warned. "Don't try any tricks!"

Harry didn't know what Hermione was talking about, but he knew that he could only follow Hermione's words.

Two people were taken out of the office.

Umbridge's face twitched from time to time, and sometimes she would make a dog-barking sound.

Hermione and Harry walked in front and they looked at each other.

I hope a professor shows up along the way.

It's a pity that no one is here at this time.

Both of them threw their wands again, and now they were no match for Umbridge.

They soon left the castle and arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Where on earth is it?" Umbridge demanded sharply.

Hermione pretended to be timid and said, "The Forbidden Forest, it's in the Forbidden Forest, that weapon is too powerful."

Umbridge was skeptical, but the thought of bringing down Dumbledore kept her going.

Two men walked ahead, and Harry was tempted to ask what the plan was.

Hermione spoke loudly, she wanted to use the centaurs to deal with Umbridge.

But, I don't know why.

It seemed that because of the reason last time, the centaurs did not show up.

This made Hermione a little anxious.

"What are you doing!" Umbridge realized something was wrong and had already entered deep into the Forbidden Forest.

She pointed her wand at the two men, "Where's the stuff? Where is it?"

Beads of sweat appeared on Hermione's forehead. She stammered, "Yes, yes..."

"Wow—!"

A white shadow fell from the sky, and in an instant Umbridge's hand holding the wand burst into blood, and the wand fell down.

"Hooooo——!"

There was a loud bang and the three people froze.

Umbridge's scream was caught in her throat and she quacked like a duck.

Harry felt the wind whirring behind his head and turned his head carefully.

The huge creature had a very long tail like a peony flower and blinked at them.

Hermione's body was rigid, she had forgotten to even breathe.

That big guy who looked like a big cat was right there and no one dared to move.

At this moment, the white shadow flapped its wings and fell.

Right on the big cat's head.

Now it was the big cat's turn to not dare to move.

Hermione's eyes widened. That was...

"Basil?"

She called out and Basil looked at her and tilted his head.

"Basil, save us." Hermione shouted anxiously.

Harry thought she was taking too much risk.

Umbridge picked up the fallen wand and cursed at the big cat, "Get out of the way, you ugly beast!"

She shot out a rope from her wand to tie up the big cat, but the rope broke before it reached the cat.

She was stunned. A black shadow was already in front of her. The sharp beak of a bird pierced her wrist and the sharp claws dug into her shoulder. She flew up into the air.

This time, Harry was dumbfounded.

It was a black long-eared owl, and it actually flew up with a person in its arms.

Umbridge cursed as she flew farther and farther away, and finally disappeared.

"Sirius!" Harry yelled, and hurried back down the road.

Hermione looked back at Basil who was sitting on the big cat's head, and she followed it.

As soon as he reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Harry met Ron and the other two who had broken free.

"How did you get out?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Ron handed the recovered wand to Harry and Hermione and said, "It was Basil. It flew into the office and cut the ropes."

"What do we do now?" Ginny asked.

Harry said, "To save Sirius, of course."

"But how do we get there?" Ron asked awkwardly.

Harry paused.

"We can fly over there." An ethereal voice sounded. It was Luna.

"Yeah, but we don't have enough brooms!" said Ron angrily. "You may not need a broom to fly, but we can't grow wings!"

"There are other ways besides a broom," Luna said calmly.

"So what can you do, ride your Crooked Snork?" Ron asked.

"The Crumple-Horned Snorkle doesn't know the way. It only knows where it's been." Luna said proudly, "Remember what Hagrid said? They're good at finding where the rider wants to find."

Harry turned and saw two Thestrals standing between two trees.

Ye Qi looked at them straight, as if he understood what they said.

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Chapter 358 Stars and Darkness

School hospital, Snape returned here again.

As soon as he entered the door, Madam Pomfrey called him.

Madam Pomfrey wiped her tears and said, "Can we contact his family?"

"It is a very deadly poison with no antidote."

Snape said silently, "Can I talk to him?"

"Pay attention to the time," Madam Pomfrey nodded, returning to her usual self, "The patient needs rest."

Snape walked into the quiet school hospital and heard a cough next to his ear.

It's John's.

That face has become hideous.

Black veins occupied his cheeks, and every cough was as violent as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Snape suddenly didn't know what to say, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

In the past, he had never tired of mentioning John Wick to Dumbledore again and again.

He felt that this man was too similar to Voldemort.

Equally brilliant, equally handsome, and surrounded by the same group of people.

Even Snape was vaguely affected.

John was smarter than Voldemort, and he changed Slytherin single-handedly.

Turn sand into green glass.

As the Head of Slytherin, Snape couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

He brought glory and changed.

Even the proud ones like Malfoy and Greengrass were his followers.

The more this happened, the more Snape's inner conflicts became shaken.

He had seen the real side of John, the boy who had grabbed Sirius and said the coldest words in the calmest voice.

He also saw the boy deliberately leaving behind his badge in order to make himself one with the others.

But he rejected all of these.

Snape couldn't afford the gamble.

There is no second Dumbledore in the wizarding world, and John has the tendency to become the third Dark Lord.

Time and again though, John proves that he is different from Voldemort.

But prejudice is like a mountain.

The funny thing is that when Snape finally crossed the mountain, he only saw a dying Slytherin student.

John noticed Snape's arrival, his eyes filled with a dead gray.

Snape had a complicated expression. He opened his mouth and finally said a simple greeting: "Hello, Mr. Wick."

"Professor." John was so weak that he could even visibly express his fatigue when he spoke.

The two were silent for a while, and Snape said, "The poison in your body was artificially administered. Perhaps St. Mungo's can alleviate it."

"Hehe... cough cough..." John laughed, but it turned into a cough in an instant, black blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said, "Professor, you are a master of potions. With your knowledge, can't you see it?"

He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, and said without fear, "St. Mungo's can't help me. Professor McGonagall is a very good person. She is bound to be disappointed if she goes there this time."

The more I know, the more I feel desperate about John's condition.

That kind of poison will drain every organ in the body, and eventually lead to despair.

Even Snape, the master of potions, was helpless against John's poison.

Snape felt indescribably complicated. He thought he would be happy because a man who could become the third generation Dark Lord was about to die.

But he only felt irritability, sadness, self-blame and... guilt.

Even the most hated headmaster in the history of Hogwarts would sincerely praise this student.

How ironic that Slytherin's best student was about to die.

As a potion master, he didn't notice anything at all.

Even for a short while in the morning, John might be saved.

Only then did he realize that this was not just someone who could potentially become the third Dark Lord.

That's my student.

He should have been his most proud student.

Slytherin's proudest legend.

As the dean, I should have protected him and taught him.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems that I have never done those things.

Disgust at the beginning of the school year, and fear and alienation afterwards.

It was he who pushed John Wick to this point step by step.