I swung a sword at Hogwarts

It makes people sigh and feel sorry.

Perhaps many years later, they will meet some outstanding students.

But to achieve the same stunningness as John Wick is destined to be impossible.

...

The Star Society took John's body back.

Malfoy still couldn't believe that such a good John died like this.

"who is it."

Malfoy was like a wolf that had lost its master, growling and snarling in search of the person who had poisoned him.

Cedric stared at John. He couldn't believe that John would just die like this without any preparation.

Neville, who should have been the most sensitive of the group, behaved the calmest.

And they knew that Neville just didn't react for a moment.

Among the crowd, Neville was the first to get to know John.

From that train, they developed a friendship.

It is extremely profound, no less than that of any other person.

If John was in Gryffindor, then he, John and Hermione would be the best three people.

Daphne sorted out her emotions and walked to the round table, to John's seat.

It seemed that even the Star Society had discovered the fall of its master, and the dome was extremely dim today.

The scattered starlight gathered into an envelope that had been prepared long ago and fell on the round table.

"Daphne, pick it up." Cedric looked at Daphne.

Malfoy also turned his gaze to Daphne.

Neville nodded.

Daphne opened the letter.

“When this letter is opened, it means that I am no longer able to move.

This also means that the last chance has come. This is a game, a game achieved by life.

So what I am going to say next, I ask all members of the Star Club to fulfill it.

Percy and Fleur were already in place, and the fireplace of the Star Society led to the Ministry of Magic.

Daphne, I need you to complete the funeral for me, in front of everyone. Remember, it must be in front of everyone, so that some people can believe it.

Neville, Draco, take your weapons, Cedric take my wand, and head through the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic.

Jin will lead you through it all.

One last word, Daphne, remember our agreement."

This is a plan that arranges what happens next.

When Daphne finished reading, everyone's eyes were on her.

Malfoy looked at his hands, and Neville came out of his sadness.

Cedric said in a deep voice: "This is the plan set by John, and it should be completed by us."

After he finished speaking, the round table opened automatically, revealing the weapons storage underneath.

They walked in and all the cupboards were opened.

Weapons appeared one after another in front of him, the most conspicuous of which were the four sets of clothes floating in front.

They are all sized to suit everyone.

When the clothes touch them, they are automatically put on.

The weapons also flew towards them.

Malfoy had an extra emerald ring and was equipped with an amulet.

Neville saw the Sword of Marvolo coming straight towards him.

A long box fell in front of Cedric, and when he opened it, John's wand was inside.

Everything was ready, and the three of them stopped in front of the fireplace.

They looked towards the round table, emotions rolling in their eyes, and finally walked into the fireplace.

Everyone left, leaving only Daphne and John.

Daphne stroked John's thin cheek, her body was cold and without temperature.

She thought back to the day she found John collapsed.

John made a promise that nothing would happen to him.

She murmured, "If you lie to me, I will never forgive you in my life."

Taking John with her, she held a funeral for John in front of all the teachers and students.

White candles were lit in the auditorium, and every student held a candle in his hand.

A sad atmosphere permeated Hogwarts.

Students who once called John their patron saint.

Students who see John as a role model.

Those students who loved John.

Without exception, candles were lit and flickered under the starlight.

They walked over to John and placed the white flowers on him.

One flower after another buried John's skinny and ugly body.

All that was left was the face full of black veins and without any temperature.

Not only students, but professors also came forward to lay down flowers.

Perhaps they should be thankful that Trelawney wasn't around.

Otherwise, how sad would Trelawney be, who regarded John as her successor.

Snape put down the flowers. He was now finally sure that he had lost a student.

A very good student.

Stupidity will stay with him for the rest of his life.

Self-blame accompanied him to sleep.

When it was the third grade's turn to put down the flowers, Pansy's ex-boyfriend saw the lifeless face.

He suppressed the excitement that curled up the corners of his mouth.

He succeeded.

He was more mature than other students, and while the students were fanatically following John Wick, he had already prepared himself for the future.

As a person who is not valued, he needs to use some extreme methods to get greater benefits.

When Voldemort wanted to poison John, he saw the road to heaven.

As long as he succeeds, he will get huge benefits in the future.

The greater the risk, the greater the reward.

Although he didn't know why the Dark Lord would poison a student, he still did it.

Because only in this way can a mixed-race orphan like him get better attention.

He didn't think about why John's best friends were not around him. There are always people who are unwilling to accept great sorrow.

He confirmed the death and thought about how to inform Voldemort.

John's body was covered in a warm color in the candlelight.

Everyone is watching, John Wick's death...

Really dead?

A voice that no one could hear slowly sounded.

【Ding……】

...

Chapter 360 Abnormality and the Ministry of Magic

If it weren't for its terrifying appearance and strange characteristics, the Thestral would definitely be a very good mount.

Even though the Thestrals of Hogwarts had rarely left, when Harry and his companions left the Ministry of Magic, they still arrived at the entrance of the Ministry accurately.

The red telephone booth.

Several people squeezed in. Harry had a good memory and he recalled the number he and Mr. Weasley had taken to the Ministry of Magic.

After the input, the cold female voice sounded.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood," he rattled off a string of names, "We're here to rescue people, unless your Ministry of Magic has already rescued them."

The only response Harry got was the cold female voice, "Thank you, guest. Please take the badge and pin it on the front of your clothes."

Five badges fell from the coin return slot, with their respective names and rescue missions on them.

Obviously this female voice is not a real person.

As the female voice gave the last instruction, the telephone booth slowly sank.

Fortunately, Harry and his friends didn't have gorillas like Slytherin Goyle and Crabbe, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to squeeze into the phone booth.

When they arrived at the familiar golden hall, they found the place unusually quiet.

There were no flames rising from the fireplaces embedded in the walls, and the entire Ministry of Magic was deserted.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you enjoy yourself tonight." The cold female voice sounded for the last time.

The door of the phone booth suddenly opened and Harry and others walked out.

There was the sound of running water from the golden Magic Brothers fountain, and even the person who was supposed to be in charge of the inspection was gone.

Harry took the lead and ran in the hall. Although old Barty felt that some of the equipment in the Ministry of Magic was old and out of repair, the place was still very large.

The further Harry walked inside, the more uneasy he became.

The last time he was here, the Ministry was bustling with people.

Even if it's close to getting off work, there can't be no one here.

Go through the golden gate and head towards the elevator.

The feeling of uneasiness grew stronger, but he was concerned about Sirius, so he pressed the bottom button anyway.

"Percy works here," Hermione said suddenly. "Ron said he's a workaholic. Maybe he still is."

After saying this, Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry said anxiously, "We don't have the time."

Hermione stopped talking after hearing this, and Ginny had an idea.

At the Weasley house, Percy was very nice to Ginny.

After all, there are many brothers and sisters in the house, but only one sister.

She looked at the button leading to the fifth floor, and silently wrote it down.

Luna was like a confused little girl who had strayed into the Ministry of Magic, and Ginny felt that she needed to protect her.

The elevator reached the Department of Mysteries and the gate opened.