I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 414 Hermione's Apology Letter

Obviously, Harry wasn't going to suddenly want to kill the Dursleys.

John saw the old man flying out of the door through the window.

He felt a little gloating. It seemed that even the number one king in the magic world could be reckless at times.

Harry followed out, seemingly confused as to why this happened suddenly.

"A seventh-level Shield Charm can only send someone flying when Dumbledore isn't paying attention."

John groaned and saw a pair of eyes turning in his direction.

He drew the curtains up expressionlessly and tapped the wall with his wand.

Outside probes cannot penetrate inside.

Although the letters can be read clearly without a light, John still prefers to turn on the light to check them.

Most of the letters came from a single address with a familiar address on it.

It was from Hermione.

John's eyes were deep as he sorted out the letters and put them aside.

He opened the letters that others had sent.

There was a thank-you letter from Lucius Malfoy. Even though he knew that this was his son's friend, Lucius still maintained his respect.

The same was true for Narcissa, whose thank-you letter she sent revealed her concern.

Regarding the Malfoy family's betrayal of Voldemort, he also cursed the Order of the Phoenix for ruining their good deeds.

"Voldemort's revenge?" John moved his fingers, and the drawer opened automatically and a feather pen jumped out.

He wrote a letter to Narcissa, confirming her concerns.

The two Dark Lords are missing outside, either of which is a huge blow to a family like the Malfoys.

Especially Voldemort, who witnessed the effect of the Holy Grail with his own eyes, it was inevitable that he would shift his target to the Holy Grail.

"Spread the news and let some people know that there is something that can make people immortal in Hogwarts."

John gave this task to Narcissa, who was the best candidate he could think of.

Lucius betrayed Voldemort for the second time, so his words might not be able to gain Voldemort's trust.

Narcissa was different. She never showed her face during the battle at the Ministry of Magic.

And she did something for Voldemort, which allowed Voldemort to retain some trust in her.

Trust Narcissa to know what to do.

The letter was delivered by Basil.

Pulling out the next letter, John saw it was an invitation.

"Slug Club?" He stared at the letter.

This was sent by the new headmaster, Slughorn. It seemed that Voldemort's defeat had emboldened him.

Even though he had expressed concern for Hogwarts before, it was only in letters, and he had somewhat shirked the responsibility of taking on the position of headmaster.

In his letter, he invited John to join his private class, as even though he was the headmaster, he still couldn't change some habits.

Slughorn is a collector, but what he collects are not precious or valuable things, but geniuses.

As the most dazzling presence in Hogwarts, John is undoubtedly his most desired collection.

John took a look at it and stuffed the invitation into the drawer.

Slughorn was so impatient that he pushed the chips to John's side.

Now it was not John who needed anything from him, but he who needed anything from John.

The situation between offense and defense may change in just one sentence.

Turning the hole card too early will not get the maximum benefit.

As John went on to pick up the next letter, he heard a tap on the window.

The curtains were parted a crack, and he saw an owl tapping on the window with its beak.

After opening it, an owl flew in and dropped a letter.

John picked it up. It was from Hermione.

Judging from the number of letters, Hermione wrote one on average every day.

He picked up the letter, his mind flashing back to his first entry into Nine and Three Quarters.

"I was like a reckless kid at that time." John laughed at himself.

Get your letters in order and start looking at the first letter.

It was like reading a long essay, with tiny handwriting crowding the parchment.

The theme of apology runs throughout the text.

"Hermione Granger..."

John stared blankly at the reflection of the pile of letters on the table.

He could see Hermione's apology, and the guilt that was repeated many times.

But there is only one step left, just that one step.

John closed his eyes.

Once a choice is made, it cannot be taken back.

Picking up the quill, he dipped it in ink, watched the black drops on the tip of the pen about to drip onto the parchment, and finally began to write a sentence.

The ink dried quickly after it was put down, so I put it away and waited for Basil to come back before delivering it.

John opened the drawer and found a pocket watch with a silver, delicate lily pattern on it.

When Basil returned with the letter, John gave him the pocket watch and the letter.

Basil protested twice and was sent away with a small dried fish.

John finished dealing with the letters and Dumbledore took Harry away.

It's just that Dumbledore's beard was still a little blackened when he came out.

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Harry couldn't understand why the wood carving turned into a big furry dog ​​and bit people, nor did he understand where the wizard chess soldiers came from at the Dursleys' house.

As soon as Dumbledore entered and summoned a sofa for the Dursleys to sit down, he was bitten on the beard by the wooden dog sculpture behind him.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly in the end. Dumbledore achieved his goal and took Harry away.

But before leaving, Dumbledore wanted Harry to accompany him to a place.

He asked Harry to take out the Invisibility Cloak, even though Voldemort might be too busy to take care of himself.

But you can never lose your guard.

The luggage and Hedwig were sent to the Burrow by Dumbledore's spell.

The two men stood at Privet Drive, and Dumbledore asked Harry to hold his arm tightly.

After Harry did as he was told, Dumbledore Apparated and disappeared at the intersection with Harry.

Instead of feeling like a portkey, Harry felt like he was being squeezed into a tiny tube.

When he reappeared he took deep gulps of the cool evening air.

Tears flowed from his eyes and he felt like he was being squeezed out of a rubber tube.

It took him two and a half seconds to come back to his senses.

He found himself leaving Privet Drive and emerging into what looked like an abandoned village yard.

There is a monument in the middle and a few benches scattered around.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore looked down at him with concern and asked, "You need to slowly get used to this feeling."

"I'm fine," Harry muttered, rubbing his ears, which felt like they didn't belong to him, "but I seem to prefer flying on a broom."

Dumbledore wrapped his traveling cloak tightly around his neck and smiled, "This way."

He walked with strides.

Harry found the place to be deserted, an empty tavern and a few houses.

A church clock told him it was nearly midnight.

"Then tell me, Harry," Dumbledore asked suddenly, "your scar, does it still hurt?"

Harry subconsciously touched the scar; it had become very shallow, as if nothing had happened.

"No," said Harry dully, "it hasn't hurt since the Ministry."

He looked up at Dumbledore, and found that there was a kind of relief on his face, but also a kind of complicated regret.

"It seems that John has been honest with you on some matters," Dumbledore said. "Voldemort can no longer influence your thoughts."

"Professor, what kind of person do you think John is?" Harry asked hesitantly, "He is Johnny Silverhand, and your position..."

"In his opinion, I am indeed not a qualified headmaster." Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "Now it seems that he is right. I am not suitable for that position."

They turned a corner and passed a telephone box and a bus shelter.

Harry had no idea where they were going.

"This is the charming village of Budleigh Barberton, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Ah, yes, I didn't tell you."

Facing Harry's confused look, Dumbledore said, "Although I am no longer the headmaster, I still have to do something. I will visit an old colleague and perhaps I can find out something."

"This old friend is a very smart man, and he also has connections with some people."

Harry still didn't understand why he came here.

"He'll want to see you, Harry."

It was a chilly evening, and Harry scratched his cloak as he looked at the rows of houses, wondering why they weren't using Apparition.

"Because that would be as rude as kicking down someone's door," said Dumbledore. "Courtesy requires that we give other wizards the chance to refuse us, but most wizarding homes are enchanted to protect against unwanted Apparators."

For some reason, Harry remembered Dumbledore's visit to the Dursleys.

The incident where Dumbledore insisted on going inside and was knocked away.

Maybe that's what it means to be an unwanted guest and be rejected.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought.

"For example, Apparition is not allowed in the castle or grounds of Hogwarts," Harry said hastily. "Hermione Granger told me so."

"She's right, we still need to turn left." Dumbledore smoothed his beard.

The journey seemed long, and they discussed some more things, such as matters concerning the Ministry of Magic.

"Barty Crouch is a very powerful person," Dumbledore said with some emotion, "He made a lot of preparations before Voldemort's return and did not let all this disrupt the order of the wizarding world. I can't do better than him."

"But some emotions were still played out, and the sales of Defense Against the Dark Arts props purchased by every household increased a lot."

They discussed and arrived at the destination this time.

A house with a front door off its hinges and the door askew.

It doesn't look like a good sign.

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Chapter 415: Correspondence of Horace

Dumbledore lit his wand, revealing a narrow hallway with an open door on the left.