I swung a sword at Hogwarts

There was a couple in the principal's office, they were Daphne's parents.

Seeing that her daughter was fine, Daphne's beautiful mother even forgot that John was a Muggle.

"Greengrass will never forget your kindness."

Daphne's father said this solemnly, and with that expression, it felt like John had taken advantage of his cabbage.

Not only the Greengrasses were there, but another family was there as well, and Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry excitedly.

Ginny told Dumbledore everything, so Dumbledore felt he needed to ask the Weasley family to come.

John was also hugged excitedly by Mrs. Weasley. If it weren't for these two children, Ginny would have been charged with murdering a classmate.

Putting down the diary and the sword of Gryffindor, John also took out the snake's fang as strong evidence.

With this irrefutable evidence, and Harry's ten-minute-long vivid explanation, Ginny naturally could not be blamed.

"Well done Harry, John."

Dumbledore was generous with his praise. Even though the two of them had broken more than a hundred school rules, the Gryffindors never cared about it... well, the Slytherins didn't care either.

The golden special contribution awards went to several people. Ron's happiness came too suddenly. He didn't expect that he would get it too. Hermione wanted to kill him just now.

"You deserve this, Ron Weasley, for bravely entering the Forbidden Forest to rescue your classmates."

Dumbledore praised her by name, and then looked at the nervous Hermione. He said gently: "Wisdom and courage, Miss Hermione Granger, you notified the professors at the first time and protected your friends. You deserve it as well."

Chapter 90: Dejected Malfoy and Free Dobby

Then it was Harry's turn, and Dumbledore glanced at the Sword of Gryffindor that Harry had brought back.

He had a smile on his face and said a bunch of things, something like, "If that guy hits you, you're a Gryffindor."

Finally, it was John's turn. John felt a little guilty and even set the fire himself.

Didn’t you see that Professor Snape next to him was almost gritting his teeth? After all, having a student who dared to drink poison directly gave him, the teacher, the most headache.

"Smart, brave, strong, trustful of his peers, and never abandons any student."

"Mr. John Wick, you are brave enough to risk your life for your companions. Your spirit of dedication deserves applause."

John asked cautiously after hearing this: "Professor, are you still missing some wisdom?"

Dumbledore's words froze, you dared to use your body to test the poison, and you still want me to praise your wisdom?

After silently glancing over this request, Dumbledore also gave some basic information about who Tom Riddle was.

This made the parents scream again.

"You know, Minerva," Dumbledore said thoughtfully to McGonagall, "I think these things are worthy of a banquet. Could you please inform the kitchen?"

Professor McGonagall knew that Dumbledore wanted to talk to the little wizard alone, so she agreed decisively.

She left, taking several parents and Daphne with her.

Dumbledore turned to look at Professor Snape again and said, "Severus, we still have a cat that needs treatment, don't we?"

Professor Snape's face was ugly, which made Harry and Ron secretly happy.

Professor Snape finally had to nod and agree. Professor Sprout's mandrake was ripe. He did not forget to glare at a few people before leaving.

John felt a headache coming on. He thought he might have become Professor Snape's number one trouble.

Facing Dumbledore, the pressure on the four people did not decrease.

Dumbledore's scrutinizing eyes passed over John's face. He said, "You all received special contribution awards, especially Harry and Ron. Sometimes you just have to go back on your words."

Dumbledore blinked, and the two men, who had been afraid of being expelled for violating school rules again, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me see. Each of the three of you has won two hundred points for Gryffindor. John, you have also won two hundred points for Slytherin."

When John heard this, he exclaimed that Gryffindor was so terrifying. With this sudden gain of 600 points, Gryffindor quickly surpassed Slytherin.

Even with 200 points, it is still inferior to Gryffindor.

Harry was very happy. Although he knew that the scores were a bit exaggerated, it was an honor for Gryffindor to beat Slytherin.

Hermione pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Professor, we didn't do anything. Isn't this a bit too much?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You deserve 200 points for being able to say this."

Just force it?

John was very upset. What should he say if the referee cheated?

Well, Hermione and the others saved him, so John had no choice but to accept it.

As if he could hear John's inner thoughts, Dumbledore glanced at John.

"But sometimes the means are still too exaggerated."

John hurriedly put on a smile. He didn't know whether Dumbledore was talking about the incident of him setting the Fiendfyre.

But when I think of Dumbledore, the unfathomable White Lord, it’s better to be a little timid.

Because of John's intervention, Lockhart is still writing furiously in the office.

Naturally, there is no role for him.

Harry wanted to ask something that had been bothering him, he blurted out: "Professor Dumbledore, Riddle said in his diary that I resemble him..."

"That's what he said?" Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully from under his thick silver brows. "What do you think, Harry?"

"I'm not like him!" Harry was a little excited and his voice was a little louder.

"I'm in Gryffindor, I'm..."

Harry fell silent as he spoke, recalling the time he put on the Sorting Hat. He hesitated and said, "The Sorting Hat told me that I would be very good in Slytherin. For a while, everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin... because I could speak Parseltongue."

He hoped that Dumbledore could give him an explanation, because his lack of confidence led to him being controlled by Riddle later.

"Harry, you speak Parseltongue."

Dumbledore said calmly, "Because Voldemort can speak Parseltongue, he is the last heir of Slytherin, and if I am not mistaken, he transferred some of his magic to you the night he gave you the scar."

"He didn't mean it, I'm sure of that."

These words made Harry dumbfounded, and Harry was discouraged immediately: "So I should be in Slytherin, the Sorting Hat may see Slytherin's ability in me."

"It places you in Gryffindor," Dumbledore continued slowly, "Harry, you happen to possess many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin values ​​when selecting students."

"Some rare gift of his own, Parseltongue, resourcefulness, strong will... and a certain disdain for the letter of the law."

Listening to Dumbledore talking about Slytherin, John found that their eyes were focused on him.

Harry recalled John's direct attack on Riddle: "Resourceful?"

Ron thought of John's first year when he couldn't help but pet Professor McGonagall's tabby cat: "Strong-willed?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, as if smiling: "Contempt for the rules of the law."

"Hey, that's enough!"

John wondered what was wrong with him.

I'm a Slytherin, what's wrong with that?

Wouldn't Slytherin be allowed to have a left-handed wand and a right-handed sword? Didn't you see that Merlin swung his sword too?

If you keep looking at me like this, I’ll sue you for defamation!

Dumbledore also had a strange look on his face. If Harry hadn't come back with the Sword of Gryffindor, he would have thought that John was the Gryffindor.

After all, not everyone has the courage to drink poison directly.

In order to make Harry stick to the Gryffindor beliefs, Dumbledore even took out the Sword of Gryffindor and showed it off.

"Only a true Gryffindor could make it appear, Harry."

Dumbledore's original intention was to make Harry firm in his faith, but this made Harry look strange, and he hesitated to say, "Professor, this sword may have chosen John."

"?"

Dumbledore was stunned. He didn't know who summoned the Sword of Gryffindor. When he found out, the Sword of Gryffindor had disappeared.

He saw that it was Harry holding it and thought that it was Harry who summoned it.

Harry said, "The sword fell from the air and landed between me and John."

"..."

Dumbledore fell into deep thought. How could this be explained?

"It doesn't matter, just think of yourself as a Gryffindor, Harry." John comforted Harry.

These words didn't sound like comfort at all, and Dumbledore had no other choice since he couldn't even identify the Sword of Gryffindor.

"John... continue to protect the school." Dumbledore wanted to say a few more words to John.

He blinked as he thought of all the things John had done and hoped he hadn't burned the school down.

John smiled awkwardly. That really wasn't intentional.

After a few brief words, the few of them prepared to leave.

Just as the door was opening, it was opened with great force, almost hitting John's nose. John reached out and pushed the door back without any hesitation.

"Dumbledore…Ouch!"

Lucius Malfoy covered his red nose.

He looked behind the door, and John looked at him and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

This almost made Lucius, who was already furious, go berserk. Dobby, who was wrapped in a bandage, was still on his arm.

Today we are here to cause trouble for Dumbledore, so Lucius will let this Muggle-born go for now.

He walked up to Dumbledore angrily.

John didn't want to watch the rest of the adults' wrangling. He walked out the door and looked back at the three little ones that seemed to be glued together. He was speechless.

"As expected of Gryffindor, they all love gossip."

After walking out the door and waiting for a while, John saw Lucius coming out covered in dust.

Lucius even glared at John. How could John tolerate this?

Harry came out still a little reluctant, John pulled him back, blinked and said, "Harry, I think you can save a free soul."

"What?" Harry was confused.

John pointed at Dobby who was standing behind Lucius, and Harry immediately understood.

Harry was so busy watching the fun with Ron and Hermione that he almost forgot about Dobby.

He hurried back to borrow the diary from Dumbledore, and just as he was about to take off his sour socks that had been running all day, John stopped him.

"I think Dobby might not be that heavy."

Taking out his wand and conjuring up a new sock, John handed it to Harry.

Harry tucked it into his book knowingly, then ran over to give it back to Lucius.

When Lucius saw a sock, he pulled it out angrily and threw it away, then threw the diary to Harry as if to distance himself from it.

Dobby caught the sock like it was the key to his freedom and held it high in the air.

Lucius was fired from his position as a director and his servants were taken away. He was furious and even wanted to take action. Fortunately, Dobby beat up his former master after he was freed.

Lucius left dejectedly. John watched his back as he left, his fingers unconsciously stroking his wand.

"Lucius Malfoy."

John's eyes were deep as he said this name.

When John returned to the auditorium, he saw students in pajamas with sleepy eyes.

I don’t know what Dumbledore was thinking, holding a party in the middle of the night.

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