I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" John asked curiously. "Was it intentional or accidental?"

Most wizards are familiar with the story here.

In the wizarding world, The Tales of Beedle the Bard is like a fairy tale that enters thousands of wizarding homes.

But John knew clearly that some things in this story were true.

The story of three brothers.

"Deathly Hallows." John whispered softly and touched his chest.

Coincidentally, his sword was lost.

All he brought was a fake locket and the resurrection stone inside.

"It must be a coincidence."

John didn't think that the other party had discovered his resurrection stone and came here deliberately to implicate him.

Throw the book aside.

I don’t know what a blind person would think if I gave him a book.

The next day, John was called over by Bathilda.

Gail also went there.

He handed Gail the Tales of Beedle the Bard. "Your book."

"Thank you, I guess it fell with you." Gail took it with a smile.

John was speechless.

“I loved the stories in it,” Gale said, “especially the story of the three brothers.”

"Oh."

"Why are you not interested?"

"Because I'm blind, what do you think?"

"..."

Gail's mouth shut.

...

Chapter 513 Hello, Al

At this time, the door rang.

Bathilda surprisingly changed her slowness and went to open the door quickly.

After opening the door, a red-haired boy appeared outside.

He was older than John and Gail, but not as tall as them.

John was taller than his peers, but he was thin.

But Gail is different, he is tall, even a little taller than John.

In comparison, the oldest red-haired boy became the shortest one.

Bathilda was delighted to see the boys.

"Oh, you're here." Bathilda brought someone in.

The red-haired boy immediately saw the two people behind the wooden door frame.

One has blond hair and the other has white hair.

Both of them are people with unique temperaments.

This made the red-haired boy a little stunned.

Gail looked at the dazed look, and with a captivating smile, he greeted her in German-accented English: "Hello, my name is Gail...."

Glancing sideways at John, Gail suddenly remembered something.

John shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Hello, my name is Joel."

Gail?

Joel?

This seems like some kind of strange name.

The red-haired boy looked strange, "Then you can call me...Al."

Obviously the boy was not stupid. After hearing the two names, he realized that this seemed to be some kind of interesting game.

"Al?" Gail was very interested in Al, blinked, stretched out his hand and said, "It's a cute name."

"Mutual." Al responded.

A nickname between young people.

Bathilda was pleased to see this scene.

Whether as an aunt or a neighbor, she doesn't want the child to be as lonely as herself.

Especially for Al, the burden of taking care of his sister made the child lose his former vitality.

Communicating with peers may help them regain their vitality.

This is the first time the three of them meet.

Bathilda spends her time with her three children, all of whom are about the same age.

All three of them are extremely gifted geniuses.

Al was the student council president of Hogwarts and graduated from Hogwarts with the best grades.

His talent and wisdom quickly attracted Gail.

Gail has more equal communication with Al than John does.

With John, it was like asking a question to their professor, not a peer.

In the days that followed, the two equally talented people were attracted to each other.

Soon, Al and Gail became friends.

John continued to study his potion.

When the black liquid was dripped into his eyes, John felt a sore and uncomfortable sensation in his eyes.

The good news is that he saw a glimpse of light from that dark state.

"Next is the defect of the soul." John knew something about his eyes.

The strong magical power blinded my eyes, and the best way was to eliminate that power.

"Magical punishment." Thinking of this, John sighed, "That god of death really has no moral principles."

We were trading fairly, but you ended up backstabbing me.

John had a full understanding of the virtues of Death.

Just like in the Three Brothers, even if the Grim Reaper is forced to hand over something, he will continue to trip you up later.

To put it bluntly, this is an extremely unreasonable and stingy person.

John stood up and left the attic. His vision recovered a little and everything in front of him turned from darkness to blur.

He came down the stairs, and Bathilda could not help sighing when she saw him.

"Joel, I think you should join them."

Of the three, only John didn't fit in.

This cannot be blamed on John, after all, the times are different.

John chuckled and said, "Ms. Bathilda, power will bring you many things. Money and power are just by-products. Friends and followers will appear around you without you even realizing it."

Bathilda was stunned for a moment, then asked strangely, "Is this your idea?"

"Strength comes first," John bowed slightly and said with a smile, "This is what I have always done."

Bathilda was a little dazed because her nephew was also a person who pursued power.

After saying something to Bathilda, John walked out of Bathilda's house.

...

He was already able to accurately go to various places of Godric without the help of magic.

Gail went out with Al.

So no one knew that Ariana, who stayed at home, walked out of the house.

John came to the stream, and after walking for a while he looked back.

That gaze that was glued to me was always there.

"Hello."

John asked out loud, smiling, "How can I help you?"

The girl walked out of the house holding a teddy bear. She lowered her head without saying a word, like an autistic child.

John could only see a vague outline, and when the person did not answer, he continued walking forward.

But after walking a distance, John felt a little headache.

Looking back, in the summer sunshine, the other person was still behind me.

John had no choice but to ask again: "What can I do for you?"

Ariana shrank back like a frightened child when she heard the question.

But she still didn't reply.

John had no choice but to keep going.

He needed to wade across the stream, which was dangerous for an ordinary blind man, but not so serious for a blind man who could do magic.

John pulled out his wand and tapped it, casting the clairvoyant spell.

Everything around him, no matter how big or small, was taken in.

Including the one who stopped.

He walked across the stream and looked back to see the silhouette stopped at the edge of the stream.

A feeling of fear, tension and helplessness spread.

Are you afraid?

Afraid of water?

John took two steps forward, and the emotion became even stronger.

He had no choice but to stop and turned around to ask, "Do you need my help?"

Got no answer.

John did not choose to walk away this time, he felt the fluctuation of magic.

This is a wizard.

And it's very intense.

This reminded him of something.

The Silent One...

Crossing the stream, he returned to the shore.

Seeing John coming, Ariana hid back in fear, but she didn't go too far away.

John asked softly, "Want to go over there?"

Even when he got closer, John only saw a very blurry outline and couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman.