I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John chuckled and said, "No matter what, you should never underestimate this First King."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment; none of them had expected Dumbledore to take the initiative to approach John for a deal.

And judging by what John said, that stuff is important.

Everyone left and John went into the study.

Pull a book off the shelf.

The pages of the book turned, and one of the pages with a portrait painting paused.

The characters inside moved and were released by John.

A short man curled up in a corner, looking terrified.

John closed the book, looked at the man and smiled, "It's been a while since we last met. How are you doing in there, Peter Pettigrew?"

Peter Pettigrew kept trembling. Almost two years had passed since he was caught by John.

In that dark place, he endured the endless wailing of the Dementors next door.

His spirit almost collapsed, and he even showed symptoms of epilepsy and his whole body was twitching.

John looked at the guy twitching on the ground like a dead dog, with no mercy in his eyes.

Yes, there is only chilling indifference.

"I need you to answer some questions for me, Peter Pettigrew."

Without extending his kindness to the Phoenix traitor in front of him, John sat down casually.

"Everything you know about Voldemort."

Peter Pettigrew was shaking even more and almost sobbing.

John took a tool bag out of the drawer without haste.

When opened, there were various liquids in reagent bottles.

"You may not know this, but I'm an alchemist, and I'm best at making people express their true feelings."

John took out a bottle of truth serum and said cruelly, "It only takes three drops. How about drinking a hundred times?"

Outside the study.

The wailing sound penetrated the heavy wooden door.

The screams and constant pleas for mercy formed the final chapter of the traitor.

When John came out, he casually said to Tang Mi beside him: "Even his soul is filthy."

Tang Mi saw the demented Peter Pettigrew through the half-open door.

There were at least a dozen reagent bottles on the ground.

...

Some time had passed since the attack on the Weasleys.

One evening a few days after the New Year.

Harry was very nervous. He stood in front of the fireplace in the old Black house.

The uneasy feeling spread to his palms, sweat seeped out of them, and he wiped them vigorously on his pants.

There seemed to be a voice in his ear telling him not to trust anyone, including Dumbledore.

Harry remembered Dumbledore's instructions and tried not to listen to the sound.

He wears an ornament, a golden locket.

Ron and Ginny, who had lost the Burrow, came over, and the three of them lined up to enter the fireplace and go to Hogwarts.

...

Chapter 464 The Price of the Transaction

In order to facilitate the return of Hogwarts students to school, the Ministry of Magic specially opened a one-time Floo network connection.

Mrs. Weasley had been poisoned and needed to stay in hospital.

Today's farewell seems particularly lonely.

Sirius had gone to school early, Lupin had left, and only Mr. Weasley and Bill were there.

"Take care of yourself, Harry, and you, Ron."

Bill was an older brother and he patted both of them on the shoulders.

Mr. Weasley was sad, but he still acted cheerful in front of the children.

"Ginny, I'm sorry..." Harry wanted to apologize to Ginny, not only because of the flying broom, but also because he failed to play the role of savior.

"Mom will be fine." Ginny was a strong person and she firmly believed that her mother would get through this difficult time.

In fact, Harry had done enough. If Harry hadn't controlled the flying broom to cut the weeds, they probably wouldn't have been able to leave at all.

Walking into the emerald fire, Harry shouted "Hogwarts".

With one last glance at the much quieter house, he was surrounded by flames and disappeared.

"Good evening, Potter." Professor McGonagall put down her quill and stood up.

She watched Harry climb out of the fireplace, getting a lot of dust on the carpet.

Professor McGonagall was not angry, but looked at him with a serious yet kind concern.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry straightened his glasses, which had been repaired by magic.

He smoothed his hair, and Ron and Ginny soon followed.

Seeing Ginny's beautiful red hair turning into short hair, Professor McGonagall had pity in her eyes.

"Good evening, Weasley."

"Good evening, Professor." The brother and sister responded in unison.

The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office and headed towards the Gryffindor tower.

Because of the Weasley family's affairs, the Weasley siblings received special attention as soon as they returned to school.

It wasn't completely dark yet, and Dean, who had read the newspaper, ran over to ask Ginny, "Are you okay, Ginny?"

"I'm fine." Ginny's short hair style also attracted much attention.

Before I even reached the lounge, many people came up to me and asked about the attack.

This made Ron very upset, as his mother was still lying in the hospital ward.

The joy of Christmas leaves only sadness.

"Worthless." Ron came up to the Fat Lady and gave the password.

The Fat Lady glanced at him and said, "That's not right."

Ron yelled, "What's wrong?"

"The password has been changed. Please don't shout." said the Fat Lady.

"Harry! Ron! Ginny!"

Hermione ran towards them, pushing her way through the crowd and hugged Harry.

She said with a happy and sad tone: "Great, you are all fine."

Ron indicated that he was the injured one, and Ginny was also hugged.

She was wearing a cloak, a hat and gloves, and her face was red, perhaps from running or the wind.

"I came back two hours ago. Forgive me, Harry, I just found out what happened." Hermione said guiltily, "I didn't communicate with you the first time."

She went abroad, but she had no idea that her friend was having a life-and-death experience.

Lead the three men to the doorway and utter the new command, "Stop drinking."

The Fat Lady burped and weakly revealed the doorway behind her. She drank up the five hundred years old wine in other paintings during Christmas.

After entering the common room, more people came to ask questions.

This made Ron very uncomfortable, but these students were concerned in addition to being curious.

After sending their classmates away, they sat down on the sofa.

Hermione handed Harry a roll of parchment, a note from Dumbledore.

During the Christmas period, Dumbledore stayed in the small office.

They talked about Christmas and then the attack.

The three little ones always talk about everything, and this time is no exception.

Harry touched the outline of the gold locket beneath his sweater.

Ron said, "We almost died there if we hadn't met Luna."

"Luna's Snorkle," said Hermione in amazement. "I didn't know that little creature could get away with someone."

"It's already a big guy, it's like a puppy." Ron said, rubbing his swollen buttocks, "and he likes to poke people's asses."

Even though she was just listening verbally, Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim.

It was really lucky, whether it was Harry and Sirius going to the Burrow to celebrate the festival, or the fireworks being seen by Luna, or the dog rushing out of the sea of ​​fire.

A variable appeared in the middle and they couldn't meet at this time.

The Ministry of Magic visited the Weasley family five or six times, questioning the murderer tirelessly to confirm his identity and purpose.

The next morning, the new semester began.

There was an extra notice on the notice board in the common room.

Students who are seventeen years old or who will be seventeen on August 31st can take Apparition classes taught by Apparition teachers sent by the Ministry of Magic.

The total duration is twelve weeks, and participants need to sign below the notice and pay a tuition fee of twelve Galleons.

Harry and others also attended and lined up to sign.

At ten minutes before eight in the evening, Harry straightened his clothes and knocked on the doorman's office.

The door opened and it was Dumbledore.

He saw Harry and didn't seem surprised at all.

"Come in, Harry."

He moved aside and invited Harry in.

Harry walked in and Dumbledore asked kindly, "You should find that thing under the cupboard, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry wanted to take off the thing around his neck, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Take it, Harry, we need to go somewhere else."

Harry was stunned. Another place?

Soon Dumbledore reopened the door, walked to the next door politely and knocked.

On the familiar wooden door, the eye symbol glanced at the two of them.

The door opened.

...

Star Club.

The starry sky is bright and the clouds are changing their shapes.

This was the first time Harry had walked in, and also the first time Dumbledore had walked in.

Although the picture was beautiful, their eyes would invariably turn to the people around the round table.

John.

John raised his eyes and glanced at Harry next to Dumbledore. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't tell me that Harry was coming too."