I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The Holy Grail that can restore youth and immortality, heals and protects all students.

"In fact, the Holy Grail can no longer hold on." Dumbledore sighed, "The power inside has been drained."

There are two things in Hogwarts, one is the Book of Admission and the other is the Pen of Acceptance.

It was a magical thing, kept in the principal's office.

Every Hogwarts student's name will be written on it, and that's how admissions are done.

John relied on these two things to cast a protective spell for all the students.

Being able to protect all the students in the school, you can imagine how much magic is consumed.

No one can do this except the Holy Grail.

John often went to the headmaster's office in sixth grade for this purpose, using magic without Slughorn's knowledge.

In fact, even if John did not destroy the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail would not be able to continue to hold up.

However, the effects of destroying the Holy Grail in public and destroying it naturally are naturally different.

Just like old Batty, he saw with his own eyes that John was about to destroy the immortality that was within his grasp, and he only trusted him more.

Dumbledore coughed and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His time is running out.

...

Chapter 506 Achievement, Traders with Gods

The sound of wailing spread throughout Hogwarts.

The joy after the disaster was replaced by the impending death of an old man.

Sadness, this was the last thing they could do for the old man.

Dumbledore was perhaps lucky, for he died for his ideals, guarding Hogwarts and witnessing its preservation during the war.

The Order of the Phoenix gathered around Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley approached Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley grabbed his wife's shoulder.

Tonks' hand touched Lupin's and the two held hands tightly.

"How are you, Albus?" Slughorn asked Dumbledore.

As a potion master, he could see Dumbledore's current situation.

His right hand turned completely black, and Dawn did not allow the Phoenix to be reborn from the ashes.

The curse from Voldemort was tormenting the old man.

He fought to the end to protect Hogwarts, but was not favored.

Hearing the question, the old man smiled kindly, "Very good, Horace."

There was nothing better than seeing that the students of Hogwarts were okay.

Sirius lowered his head. He couldn't bear to see the old man die in his old age.

Kingsley said: "The Ministry of Magic has captured all the wizards who invaded Hogwarts. We won, Dumbledore."

"Yes, we have won," said Dumbledore weakly. "Voldemort is dead."

"Oh my god." Mrs. Weasley buried her head in her husband's arms.

The old man was already the headmaster when they were in school, so it can be said that Dumbledore witnessed everyone's time in school.

Moody, who arrived, also looked sad.

It was diagnosed by Snape and Slughorn together, and their results were consistent.

Dumbledore will die.

The birth of one life is accompanied by the death of another life.

"Dumbledore!"

Harry stumbled in and saw Dumbledore looking weak.

The old man had never been like this before.

That is the aura of death; the old phoenix will eventually go down a path of no return.

Harry couldn't accept it and he cried bitterly.

Hermione and Ron also came in and gathered around Dumbledore.

"Albus, I find that I am really not suitable to be a headmaster." Slughorn said sadly.

"But you did a good job, didn't you?" Dumbledore comforted his old friend, "You stayed with the school until the last moment."

“It’s fun to watch the kids grow up, isn’t it?”

Dumbledore is as kind and wise as ever.

Even when he was on the verge of death, the old man could still talk and laugh.

This is the difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Voldemort would do whatever it took to survive, and Dumbledore would be relieved.

Professor McGonagall hurried in, covered her mouth when she saw this scene, with a sad expression on her face.

Gradually, more and more people came.

The Weasley family, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, and Ginny.

Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout...

Hagrid walked into the hall, his armor removed, and he wiped his nose sadly with a spotted handkerchief.

Harry held the Hufflepuff cup numbly.

"Harry?"

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, and Harry forced a smile, "I'm fine."

He still found it difficult to accept this.

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, and the sobbing there became even louder.

His life is coming to an end.

Harry tilted his head back, trying hard not to cry.

suddenly.

The sunlight outside shines into the foyer.

The light flashed across Hufflepuff's golden cup, and something inside the cup emitted golden light.

Hermione was watching Harry with concern when she noticed this.

"Harry, the cup," Hermione screamed.

Harry looked down and saw golden liquid clinging to the bottom of Hufflepuff's golden cup.

The last bit of the Holy Grail Potion.

Golden, like the color of hope.

...

[Ding, achievement obtained, Trader with God]

[Traders with God: Wanderers between life and death, those who negotiate with taboos, those who hide outside the country]

John was surprised to receive an achievement.

"Looks a bit like the Soul Walker."

John touched his chin, and felt a sharp pain in his ears.

He looked sideways and saw his mother pinching her ear with her right hand, and pulling Watson's ear with her left hand.

Obviously, Mrs. Wick wanted an explanation from John.

"Why didn't you tell me you caused such a big mess at school."

Mrs. Wick's eyes burned with anger.

Watson on the side wanted to speak, but Mrs. Wick pressed hard with her fingers, causing him to scream.

John turned his gaze to his uncle.

Seryosha coughed twice after receiving his nephew's call for help.

"Well, let me say a few words."

"roll!"

"..."

John saw his uncle walk away in disgrace.

Aren’t you the eldest brother? You should take care of your sister.

Seryosha turned his head away.

Sorry, although I am the eldest brother, your mother is the leader.

Seeing that he could not rely on those useless adults, John decided to be self-reliant.

"Mom, listen to my excuses, no, listen to my explanation." John broke out in a cold sweat and his tongue slipped.

"I actually didn't know it was such a big deal. The only thing I didn't say was that I took a break from school for a while."

"You dropped out of school?"

Mrs. Wick stared at John with displeasure, which made John's scalp tingle.

He had seen his mother break the banshee's neck before.

"I was framed by someone else," John explained. "I had no choice but to leave school."

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Watson said angrily, "John, you haven't explained why the owl turned into a dragon."

"Shut up!" Watson was grabbed by the ear by Mrs. Wick.

Mrs. Wick had tears in her eyes and said angrily, "John finally came back, why are you yelling at him?"

"what?"

Watson was dumbfounded. I was just asking, I didn’t yell.

But Mrs. Wick didn't care about that. She let go of her baby son's ear and rubbed it lovingly.

Then he turned around and was unreasonable to Watson.

What else could Watson do?

I knew that my wife would not do anything to the child, but in the end I still had to bear everything myself.

John escaped from the clutches of the devil and turned around to see everyone in the Star Club trying to hold back their laughter.

He said unhappily, "Stop laughing."

Malfoy laughed and said, "You are afraid of your mother."

Three seconds later, Malfoy was hanging from the tree.

John did it.

No one in the Star Club laughed. John snorted coldly and returned the wand to Daphne, praising her, "Your wand is particularly handy for using the Fuchsia."

Daphne smiled sweetly, "I think it's very easy too."

A world in which only Malfoy is injured is reached.

"Heinrich, how do you feel?" John smiled. "I slept for two years."