I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Take this, Harry."

The emerald-colored potion lay on the table. John stroked the gold locket with his fingers and said, "Give my regards to Mrs. Weasley."

Harry glanced at Dumbledore and hurried over to take it.

His heart was pounding and he held the bottle of medicine tightly.

After walking out the door, Harry and Dumbledore returned to the next door.

...

"You made an excellent choice, Harry." Dumbledore had a kind expression on his face.

"But Dumbledore, won't you blame me?" Harry felt that he had acted on his own. If it were Dumbledore, it would definitely be a more valuable choice.

Dumbledore shook his head and said playfully, "I just need this. My old wand has not been maintained for a long time."

"Besides, you allowed me to get more useful answers from John."

"What's the answer?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Dumbledore chuckled, "His attitude towards many things, and learning about John."

"At least we know one thing. He has always been John, who values ​​his friends. This is very different from Voldemort."

Holding the edge of the Pensieve, Dumbledore said mysteriously: "We can't give up today's lessons."

He took a bottle from the shelf where memories were stored and opened it. The silver liquid entered the Pensieve and turned into a scene.

A handsome young man appeared inside.

...

Among Silver Hand's many industries, there is one that is least in line with the huge business empire.

Fantasy Fortune Telling Pavilion.

There aren't even a few people here who know about it.

It is located in a black-clad house between the Silverhand Johnny store and the Alchemy Workshop.

There was only one person inside, respected as the elder.

Even Tang Mi had doubted what kind of effect this man who looked like a Muggle fortune teller could have on Silver Hand.

One hundred Galleons worth of drinks will be provided to Trelawney for free, and people will be arranged to pretend to be customers to increase the income of this bleak divination pavilion.

Over time, Tang Mi handed over the affairs here to a witch named Jennifer.

This witch is a Hufflepuff graduate and is very patient.

Today is the seventh actor to perform in the Fantasy Fortune Telling Pavilion, and it is Jennifer herself.

She pretended to be a confused woman and came to the Fantasy Divination Pavilion.

Trelawney, wearing thick glasses, changed herself into an emerald green robe with small crystal balls as accessories.

It even made her look like a witch.

"Respected elder, I would like to get guidance."

Jennifer said this respectfully, but in fact she was thinking about whether she should buy some freshly roasted quail when she got home.

She heard no response and looked up cautiously.

However, Trelawney, who was supposed to use her unreliable divination as usual, now had white eyes and was in a state of confusion between illusion and reality.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, like someone who had not had water for three days and was about to die of thirst.

The strong smell of alcohol emanating from her body scared Jennifer so much that she was about to call for help.

Then Trelawney began to ramble;

"A turning point has occurred. Hiss... The Dark Lord is looking for his servants in the darkness."

"Giant things destroy everything, and the destined enemy will kill the giant. In the flames, the cry of the newborn will reveal the dawn."

"The Dark Lord dies at the hands of a powerful enemy. Those who touch the taboo will not have a good end, and the gears of fate will be disrupted."

Trelawney seemed to be unable to catch her breath, and Jennifer didn't bother to hide and hurried over.

As soon as she came to Trelawney, a pair of chicken claw-like hands grabbed her shoulders tightly, and roared in an old and hoarse voice: "You who trample on life will step into the abyss--!"

"Yuan--cough cough--!" Trelawney coughed twice with a dry throat, looked at the witch in front of her with a frightened face, and asked curiously: "Oh, why are you here, Miss?"

Jennifer struggled to break free and backed away as if she had seen a ghost. Her face turned pale and she ran out without caring about Trelawney's questions.

Trelawney looked confused at this, unaware that the crystal ball on her desk was lighting up slightly.

...

Chapter 466 Change of Destiny

Fate changes quietly without anyone noticing.

When Harry left, John tapped the locket with his finger.

"Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, is that a coincidence?"

He closed his eyes and thought.

What a coincidence.

The two most difficult Horcruxes to find were brought to him by two boys in late July.

"The savior?"

John had heard the story of the Savior too many times.

To be precise, the first Horcrux to be destroyed was done by Harry.

The diary was destroyed by Harry's sword.

According to the original story, Harry was the one who would fight against the Dark Lord in the end.

Then this Horcrux should also be destroyed by Harry.

"Fate is changing, about prophecy, and more."

John opened his eyes. This locket contained a piece of Voldemort's soul.

By getting it, John could confirm one thing.

"Horcruxes have lost their allure to you, Tom?"

Picking up the gold locket, John watched it dangle in front of him.

Horcruxes are a stupid way to gain immortality by harming one's own soul.

This practice is ridiculous.

The loss of a soul causes far more harm than immortality.

So when Voldemort saw the new path, he gave up the stupid method without hesitation.

"Although he is a powerful wizard, he is not a qualified alchemist."

John smiled slightly, "It's an equal exchange, but he wants to evade the price."

Putting away the golden locket, John started Voldemort's doomsday timer.

Now that he has obtained the last Horcrux, Voldemort no longer has a second chance.

Voldemort's strength will be enhanced after his soul returns, and John doesn't think it is a bad deal to give him a powerful wand.

"But what happened at the Burrow reminded me that I need more power to face those dark creatures."

The outline of a plan emerged in John's mind.

The next day comes.

John went to class.

In the Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid watched John tinkering with his armor.

Come to think of it, it was John who gave it to Hagrid.

The armor made by goblins was already beautiful enough, and after John's tinkering, it looked like a treasure that only nobles could afford.

The golden lines ran through the silver armor plates, and Hagrid was stunned.

What Hagrid didn't expect was that before his original plan to train Grawp to be an assistant had even begun, Grawp had already become John's assistant.

John placed a wedge in the armor near his neck and gave orders to Grawp, who was holding a club of iron-clad wood.

"Smash it."

Grawp swung his club and brought it down hard.

The ground was dusty, but there was only a dent on the armor.

John adjusted his posture and instructed Grawp again.

Grawp seemed to find pleasure in this boring work, with a smile on his big face.

By the end of the class, less than one-tenth of the strange words were engraved on Hagrid's large suit of armor.

"really weird."

Hagrid put on the armor and looked at it. He wiped the beard stuck on his collar and muttered, "It seems to have become lighter. I'm not sure."

I patted my belly, and it made a 'dangdang' sound.

"That's a strong protective spell," John said, pointing to the characters on it that Hagrid couldn't understand, "Every time you engrave it, it will become stronger."

At the beginning, John could carve the armor by himself, but later on, he needed Grawp's power to complete it.

It is only one-tenth at the moment, but the hardness is already amazing.

Hagrid asked in confusion: "Why do I need to strengthen it? I mean, I'm going to wear it outside?"

"That day will come," John said casually, "Don't forget your duty. It never hurts to have a dangerous animal or a scary wizard."

Hagrid was convinced.

I never imagined that one day I would wear it and fight against an army alone.

After reinforcing the defenses of the humanoid tank, John looked at the class schedule.

Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes.

Today's class must be very lively.

Sure enough, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The students were discussing how to deal with the Inferi.

Sirius Black, who escaped death, put aside his competition with Snape. He realized that the group of Inferi surrounding the Burrow might appear in Hogwarts one day.

All he could do was to teach every class well so that when this happened, the students could escape.

Of course, the essential Gryffindor bonus points will not be saved.

Gryffindor added 25 points due to Harry's experience dealing with the Inferi.

It's time for Potions class.

Harry seemed distracted as he listened to Snape's occasional sarcastic remarks.

She kept flipping through the old copy of Advanced Potion Making, hoping to find out whether the emerald potion John gave her could really be an antidote.

But unfortunately, he didn't find it.

Harry, who had developed a kind of "superstition" about the book, was uneasy.

The potion was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital in the morning.

If there is a problem with the medicine or it is ineffective, I will feel very guilty.

Even Snape's familiar, sarcastic voice in his ear could not stir up any emotion.

Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor, almost completely removing all the points from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This lesson is about preparing an antidote based on the poison.