I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Very good." Heinrich looked at Jin who was taller than him and said after a moment of silence, "Why is he so much taller than me?"

"That's how it is when you grow up." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "After all, it's been two years."

Jin turned back into the sunny and cheerful boy he used to be. His golden hair looked like gold in the sun and he had a brilliant smile.

"You must have a good rest. We have an appointment to go out for a trip." Jin said, and started to rub his hair.

Just like treating your younger brother.

Heinrich dodged with a look of disgust and said coldly: "I don't remember saying that."

"No way, how could you turn your back on me?" Jin said hurt, "I dropped out of school for you, and you treat me like this."

Heinrich's brows furrowed.

Cedric poked Percy and whispered, "I just saw your brother looking for Fleur, and Fleur treated him coldly."

Percy said with a headache: "My mother had some opinions about Fleur before, and Bill felt uncomfortable being caught in the middle."

Bill now feels like he is chasing his wife to the crematorium.

Fleur had ignored him for a few days, and Bill was hurt.

Percy said, turning around to see Cedric hugging Cho Chang, the two of them spinning in circles.

This guy is the most successful one in the Star Club.

Malfoy came down from the tree and started asking for death as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Haha, now you are the last one." Malfoy said to Heinrich gloatingly, "The weakest one."

Once the last one in the group, now it has made a comeback.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

Heinrich glanced at him, and a moment later, Malfoy's legs were hopping.

Everyone watched in silence as Malfoy couldn't stop his clumsy dance.

What is this kid thinking?

Two years ago, Heinrich was able to fight Voldemort and Altdorf in a one-for-one match. Now, two years have passed, can you beat Bellatrix?

Malfoy wanted to cry but had no tears. In the end, he was still the worst one?

There is an Astoria...

How can it be!

My Atuo is the best in the world!

Malfoy continued to serve as the head of the Star Society in tears.

In the end, Malfoy's curse was lifted, and it was Lucius who came and lifted it.

After spending a year in fear, Lucius was the happiest one to hear the news of Voldemort's death.

The only bad thing is that Narcissa is hospitalized in the Silver Cross Hospital.

She had been cast with the Oblivion Charm too many times, but luckily it wasn't serious.

This was probably the last bit of tenderness in Bellatrix's twisted heart. She never used any irreversible spell towards her sister.

And Narcissa became the only one in the Malfoy family with medical insurance.

...

Chapter 507 I am Johnny Silverhand

It was a pure white space.

Dumbledore stood there in a daze.

Soon, he figured out where he was.

A place where life and death linger.

Dumbledore seemed relieved, looking at this familiar place.

After going around in circles in the world, he returned to the starting point.

That was his former home and also the place he could never forget.

Godric's Hollow.

All the important things in Dumbledore's life are related to this place.

Two months when I was young.

The death of my sister.

Harry's parents were also killed here.

"Maybe I could sit down and rest for a while."

He sat down on a bench. The old man looked like a traveler who had been traveling for a long time and finally returned to his hometown.

He looked at what was before him. As the greatest wizard, his wisdom was equally great.

My thoughts go back to my younger self.

The post office over there, the tavern over there, and that chapel.

The stream in Godric's Hollow smells of green grass and moisture.

It was also at that time that I met them.

"them?"

Dumbledore was suddenly stunned.

A scene appeared in my mind.

It was at the home of the famous magical historian, Bathilda Bagshot.

There were two men standing next to the wooden door frame.

One is Gellert Grindelwald, the great-nephew of Bathilda Bagshot.

Another one is... Another one is...

Dumbledore seemed to be under a strong forgetfulness spell and he couldn't remember who the other person was.

But as a great wizard, he always has special ways to find memories.

The Pensieve at school, here...

"This is it."

He looked at the neighbor's house, which was Bathilda Bagshot's house and also a neighbor of Dumbledore's house.

This world is made up of the most profound fragments of Dumbledore's impressions.

Therefore, even if Dumbledore himself did not remember it, he would still dig it out subconsciously, and it would definitely appear here.

He walked inside.

Walk into a room that looks like a living room.

It should be very dark here, but because of the uniqueness of this world, it becomes pure white with light.

There was a bow-shaped chest of drawers in the room, on which were many photographs.

There were seven or eight photographs, placed in the tallest, most ornate frames.

Dumbledore approached and picked up a picture frame.

It showed a spirited blond boy smiling lazily at Dumbledore in a silver frame.

This young man made him think back to that summer.

He continued to pick up the next one, and in this one, there was another person next to the blond boy.

The person next to him had red hair and bright blue eyes.

They stood side by side, both of them smiling.

That was Dumbledore, young Dumbledore.

Looking at each photo, it was either a blond boy or a young Dumbledore.

When it came to the last one, Dumbledore took it down.

This picture is placed at the highest position, and what you can see is the blond boy and the red-haired boy.

But behind, a touch of snow-white appeared in the frame.

That seemed to be a child who didn't want to be photographed.

There are not two people in the frame, but three.

The blond boy moved his shoulders, as if deliberately wanting to reveal the person behind him.

As its shoulders moved, Dumbledore watched closely.

The picture frame in his hand began to disappear, and Dumbledore was stunned.

Then, everything around him disappeared.

Thinking of a possibility, Dumbledore reached out and touched the photo frame, and those things began to disappear.

There was a brilliant white light before his eyes, covering the entire world.

The white light disappears.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It was a room with purple curtains coming into view.

Madam Pomfrey's surprised voice rang out.

"You're awake, Albus."

Madam Pomfrey finally felt relieved and said in a rare scolding tone, "I thought Potter's potion had no effect."

Dumbledore raised his right hand to support his painful forehead. The black color on his right hand had faded, and only the last two fingers still remained.

He stared at his fingers in a daze, feeling extremely complicated.

He understood what Harry had done, even if it was something he didn't want to do.

Madam Pomfrey was still babbling.

"You slept too long, Albus," said Madam Pomfrey, "Hogwarts is ending the term early."

"It was a comfortable sleep," Dumbledore said, stretching himself. "It made an old man like me feel a lot younger."

Madam Pomfrey was not in a good mood when he interrupted her.

She left to inform others of the good news.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "Is that so?"

The third person in that frame.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore sighed sadly.

"Memory fades with time, and what happened or didn't happen no longer matters."

...

The aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts is far from over.

John sat in the Silverhand Johnny store, reading a newspaper with a scary headline.

《Johnny Silverhand is a butcher!》

Seeing this headline, John put the newspaper down silently.

Looking up and glancing at Heinrich who was being annoyed by Jin, John was considering whether to let Jin be quiet for a while.

"what should we do?"

Tang Mi asked hesitantly: "Are you really..."