I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The Slytherins' candles remained unextinguished, and they lingered outside, candles in their hands.

They walked in circles, as if mourning their departed king.

When you die, everyone will love you.

Even Gryffindor put aside their prejudices; his bravery once conquered Gryffindor.

Hufflepuffs talked about the boy sometimes being encountered in the kitchen, and the house elves would sing his praises.

Ravenclaw lowered his proud posture for her and sighed for her wisdom and talent.

Snape stood by the door, his expression gloomy.

Professor McGonagall came over and hesitated to speak.

There were wreaths of flowers placed one after another in the foyer.

In addition to this place, Snape was also distracted by another place.

"Dumbledore already knows, and he's heading that way," Snape said calmly.

Professor McGonagall naturally knew where to go, and she would never have thought that something would happen to Harry at such a time.

So she asked, "Won't his friends come over?"

This, John Wick’s friends, strikes second.

Professor McGonagall was really afraid that these children would do something crazy.

Snape's expression was hidden by his hair, and his tone was flat, "They are staying in that room."

The existence of the Star Society is no longer a secret, and they all acknowledge the existence of that mysterious room.

Just like the Room of Requirement, that thing is part of the mystery of Hogwarts.

Years later, perhaps some reckless young wizard will discover that room and learn about the Star Club that once existed in Hogwarts.

The centaur divination professor, Firenze, came out, feeling heavy and confused.

What he saw from the stars was not supposed to be like this.

But this only proves that even the best centaurs can make mistakes one day.

Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "Let's lift today's curfew. It will be the last day."

They were supposed to have left school not long ago, but no one left.

Then the curfew could be relaxed for one day.

“I think our administrators will feel good about it, too.”

Professor McGonagall looked towards the entrance hall, where Filch was holding Mrs. Norris, wondering what was going on.

Mrs. Norris was unusually quiet today, and her big furry tail brushed Filch's arm.

He carried Mrs. Norris to his office.

Without the Weasley twins, there would be no need to worry about anyone throwing dung balls in there.

The room was much tidier, with the chains and shackles hanging there, which he carefully maintained on a daily basis.

There were two boxes on the table. He walked over and opened them.

"That's great. He even sent you a gift bag of cat food and some new clothes."

Filch saw a new tuxedo and cat food in the room and said to Mrs. Norris.

The only person who could give a gift to Filch, the hated caretaker of Hogwarts, was that one boy.

That was the only time in all these years that he could open the box and eat the food inside without any worries.

Give equality to a squib, and only that one person.

Filch put Mrs. Norris down, took out the cat food and poured a bowl for her.

He sat there holding the box containing the tuxedo.

For some reason, he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer.

As a Squib who shamelessly sneaks into the magic school, he is hated by everyone and hates those wizards who can use magic and hopes to torture them.

He was supported by the belief that 'perhaps I could suddenly learn magic in a magic school'.

He was also used to being disliked by students and lived with his cat.

But suddenly a student came.

He got into trouble as soon as he entered school and was put in solitary confinement, but he had no fear of himself at all.

He would comb Mrs. Norris's hair and share the dried fish he brought with the cat that everyone hated.

At Christmas, the only gift I could receive was a box signed by that student.

Students brought ice cream of their favorite flavors.

When he saw the letter from his dud, he did not despise himself, nor did he spread it widely.

He would not laugh at himself for exercising beyond his capabilities; a Squib could never be as good as a wizard.

He gave himself the feeling of using magic for the first time.

They were shoes that had magical powers that allowed a Squib to run faster than a wizard.

He'd do himself a favor and not deliberately leave his mess in the hallway because there was an annoying administrator there.

The student still breaks the rules, but I'm used to it.

On the contrary, if you want to meet each other at night, it can also be an interesting experience to pretend not to see each other.

Suddenly everything was gone.

In the days to come, there will be no gift boxes sent at Christmas, and Mrs. Norris's hair will not become soft and smooth after going out.

Should I stay and compete with those 'bad students'?

I'm tired.

Suddenly I felt very tired.

Filch looked at the shackles and dreamed of using them to punish students one day.

But now, it doesn't make any sense.

He tore them off angrily and smashed them to the ground with a clang.

After smashing it, he just lay there and let everyone do whatever they wanted.

...

hall.

At this time, the auditorium was empty.

There was no one except John inside the flowers.

They were also afraid of disturbing the Slytherin King's eternal sleep.

Daphne clenched the bottle of blood-colored potion in her hand, the scorching temperature made her palms feel like they were about to melt.

She came to John, tears in her eyes, and stroked John's cheek.

"Remember our agreement, John." She whispered, putting the bottle to John's lips.

Two owls, one black and one white, flew into the auditorium and stood beside the calm face.

They are like Fukuin and Muni in the myth, always by our side.

Daphne gave John the entire bottle of liquid, stepped aside, and clasped her hands together with unprecedented piety, "Please, John, remember our agreement and come back."

The liquid flowed down John's throat into his broken body and into his unrecognizable stomach.

A little red entered the black blood, igniting a flame.

In just three seconds, it turned into a prairie fire, setting the entire body on fire.

The fire spread.

First the body, then the coffin, then the staff desk, the auditorium…

...

Hall of Death.

Harry stared at the archway where he was sure the sound had come from.

But why?

Why do my scars hurt?

Could it be that Voldemort is in there?

He slowly approached the archway. The curtains fluttered in the wind and looked very soft.

Just as Harry was about to make contact, he heard a loud shout.

"Harry, come back soon!"

His arm tightened and was pulled back forcefully.

He looked and saw Sirius.

Sirius ran over, risking being hit by Bellatrix.

The fog began to lift, and Harry regained consciousness.

Sirius' nose was covered in blood as he dragged Harry out.

Suddenly a red light came, and he pushed Harry away and threw him onto the platform. He bent down to avoid it and laughed loudly, "This is not your level!"

Harry saw Bellatrix laugh madly, and another beam of light hit Sirius in the chest, stopping his laughter abruptly.

"Do not!!!"

Sirius fell backwards, his smile not completely gone, but his eyes widened in horror.

Harry tried to hold him back, but he was too late.

Sirius's falling body curved in a graceful arc, which became very slow as Harry watched, and fell backwards into the tattered drapery hanging from the archway.

That thin, haggard face was no longer as handsome as it had been in his student days. There was a mixture of fear and surprise on his face, and then he looked at Harry with relief and satisfaction.

"James."

"Where's your mother?"

The curtain behind him flickered with flames, and he kicked Sirius in the left rib, sending him flying more than ten meters away.

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Chapter 368 John, Voldemort and Dumbledore

"Harry!"

Hermione didn't find Harry.

Moody returned to the battlefield after a brief coma. He held Ron's shoulder and pointed in a direction and said, "Go over there, you need to get out!"

Ron refused, "No, Harry is still here."

This stubborn look seemed to be a specialty of Gryffindor. Professor Moody wanted to say something when he was attracted by the Death Eaters rushing over.

The fog confused their vision, but it also added an advantage.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and ran into the mist to find Harry.

Seeing this, Ginny also wanted to go over, and after running for a while, she bumped into someone.

Just as I was about to draw my wand, I heard a familiar voice that made me feel safe.

"I need you to stay with me."

Ginny looked up in surprise. She was pleasantly surprised by the old man's appearance.

"Professor Dumbledore!"