I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Oz and I had an appointment here."

"I think your salary could be changed."

John said this casually, and Tang Mi's expression changed and he said: "Actually, I think this place is very good and easy to handle."

"I think so," John said with a smile.

Looking at the captured Death Eaters, John chuckled and said, "Our minister friend should be very happy."

Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore and did not dare to come in person. Instead, he had no chance to use the things John had prepared.

He glanced at Little Barty's house. There were bombs made of magic crystals under the floor.

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Chapter 318 The Sword of Marvolo and St. Mungo

"It's like you haven't been hurt."

The Longbottoms need a review.

They went to St. Mungo's for a re-examination. The healer examined his body and said with emotion: "This is simply a miracle, Longbottom."

"Nobody ever comes back from that."

Even permanent magical damage can be healed, and the healer simply wants to worship that person as his teacher.

Mr. Longbottom was also very lucky that he and his wife could return to normal in his lifetime.

Even now, they still feel like they are dreaming. If this is a dream, then it must be a very beautiful dream.

Mr. Longbottom held his wife's hand tightly, and she smiled very sweetly.

"Neville?"

Neville accompanied his parents, and here he met Harry and others who were visiting the injured Mr. Weasley.

Hermione looked at the Longbottoms in surprise, and Neville introduced: "These are my parents."

"Hello, Mr. Longbottom, Mrs. Longbottom." Hermione said quickly.

Ron and Harry looked at the two of them, especially Harry.

He learned from Moody about the tragic situation of the Longbottoms.

But now the two of them look no different from normal people.

It doesn't look like he was tortured at all.

Neville's face was filled with happiness, which made Harry envious.

At this moment, Harry's forehead hurt slightly. He touched the scar and frowned.

Hermione noticed this scene and asked quickly: "What's wrong Harry, your scar hurts again?"

"Harry Potter." Mr. Longbottom looked at Harry complicatedly.

They were once members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they were the main force.

After Voldemort fell and was tortured into that state by the Death Eaters, they knew about Harry's existence before that.

"You look a lot like your father." Mr. Longbottom said with emotion.

Harry looked at the long strip wrapped in cloth on one side, and he saw a faint glow there.

"What is that?" he asked despite the pain.

Neville was stunned, followed his gaze, and his expression changed.

He quickly stepped forward and opened the cloth, revealing something that surprised everyone.

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Harry recognized what it was.

At this moment, the red gem on the sword was shining brightly.

Harry screamed, his scar hurting even more.

"Get that thing away!" Ron yelled.

Neville hurriedly took out his sword.

The strange thing is that after taking it out for a while, the red light on the sword dimmed.

Neville looked around, and after taking it back in, Harry's scar no longer hurt and the sword no longer shined.

"what happened?"

Even Neville was confused. He tried it back and forth several times, but still got the same result.

He didn't notice that when he took out the sword, a pair of eyes stared at them.

Then, the owner of the eyes left quickly with panic steps.

Harry was very confused as to why the Sword of Gryffindor caused pain in his scar.

He hesitated for a while and then asked: "Neville, can you lend me that sword?"

Neville thought for a moment and handed the sword to Harry.

Under Neville's gaze, Harry picked up the sword. The scar did not hurt and the gems on it did not light up.

Both of them had doubts.

Harry held the sword and had a strange thought in his mind.

"This is not the Sword of Gryffindor."

Although it looked the same on the outside, he had a feeling that this sword was not genuine.

Neville also confirmed his guess and said, "This sword is called the Sword of Marvolo."

"Marvolo?" Harry felt that the name sounded familiar.

He didn't think about it. After returning the sword to Neville, the two chatted about recent events.

Mr. Longbottom was worried about Mr. Weasley being attacked. Harry asked, "Mr. Longbottom, are you not going to continue to be an Auror?"

Mr. Longbottom was once an Auror, the best of the best, and the object of admiration by many Aurors.

After treatment, Mr. Longbottom had no intention of returning to work.

In fact, Harry wanted to ask more about whether he would return to the Order of the Phoenix, but thinking that no one else in the Order had expressed their stance, he didn't say anything.

Mr. Longbottom pondered for a while, thinking of his son telling him many times not to return to the Order of the Phoenix, and he said: "We are no longer what we used to be."

They have been sick for too long and their physical fitness is not as good as before.

Harry felt a little pity. Judging from Moody's words, the Longbottoms were very powerful.

He wondered if the rest of the Order knew of the Longbottoms' recovery.

After checking their health, the Longbottom family prepared to say goodbye.

When he walked out of the hospital, Neville didn't see the sword flash and light up.

The Longbottoms need to re-recognize the world, and Neville takes them to Knockturn Alley.

Mr. Longbottom said in disbelief: "After the fall of Voldemort, this place is still full of Death Eaters and dark wizards. I never thought it would become so good."

"It's a pity that the Upturned Garden was being renovated today. You should have seen it there." Neville said with great pity.

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The advantage of having magic is that no matter how badly damaged it is, it can be repaired quickly.

In less than half a day, the Upturned Garden had been repaired.

John is at Silverhand Manor, and he needs to face Old Barty, who has launched an attack to accuse him.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, you should have told me."

Old Barty received news from the Ministry of Magic about what happened in the Knocked Down Garden and the devastation after the war.

Instead of involving the Aurors, he came to Silverhand Manor to find Johnny Silverhand.

When it came to Death Eaters, he felt that he shouldn't be so reckless.

At least by getting the Ministry of Magic involved, maybe they can catch them all.

John wore a silver mask, looked at the angry old Barty, walked over and chuckled: "Old Barty, I think we should celebrate."

"Celebrating?" Old Barty laughed angrily, "Celebrating that you just had a fight with a Death Eater?"

"No, no, no," John held Old Barty's shoulders, pushed him down on his seat, and snapped his fingers to fly two wine glasses, "We should celebrate the gains brought about by this incident."

"Harvest?" Old Barty thought. Did Johnny Silverhand catch another Death Eater?

After pouring fragrant wine into the glass, John handed it to Old Barty and said meaningfully: "Through this matter, your son can become less rebellious."

Old Batty's expression changed, "What does this have to do with him?"

"The Death Eaters are here for your son." John sat on the chair and shook the red wine glass. Through the swaying wine, he saw the change in old Barty's expression.

Like wine, his expression kept rising and falling.

Old Batty said in a deep voice: "How is he?"

Since taking office, Barty Sr. has tried not to think about his son.

In his opinion, it would be great if this son could live in a corner of the world. He never expected to restore the relationship between father and son.

He had seen with his own eyes the resentment that little Barty had towards him, and there was almost no room for change.

If father and son can really be saved...

Old Barty didn't dare to think about it. He snorted coldly: "That unsatisfactory son still has the felony of torturing Longbottom Auror!"

Seeing that Old Batty was still arrogant, John sat up straight and said with deep meaning: "Have you ever thought about it, in fact, your son did not lie."

"What?" Old Batty was surprised.

John put down his glass, "He didn't torture the Longbottoms, he was just a poor guy passing by."

"A...poor guy begging his father to believe in him."

Old Barty dropped his glass, and the broken wine glass spilled wine onto his trouser legs.

Old Batty looked dazed and muttered to himself: "No way, he is right there, they caught him right there."

"Maybe you don't believe me," John looked at Old Barty and said, "but you need to believe the other two people."

"Who?" Old Batty asked.

John said something.

"Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom."

"Impossible, they have already..." Old Batty retorted subconsciously.

"They have recovered," John said to the incredulous Old Barty, "and have been discharged from the hospital. You can go to St. Mungo's to check."

The news was a bolt from the blue.

Old Barty even lost control of his expression. He stood up and sat down again.

After repeating it several times, John said: "Old Barty, it's not a good time to talk today. You can go to St. Mungo's and check it out."

He could see that Old Barty was restless.

After John spoke, Old Barty immediately walked out of the study.

He needed to find out one thing, find out whether the Longbottoms had recovered, and find out that night... whether his son was involved in that case.

If, as Johnny Silverhand said, little Barty was just wronged, how should he face the child whose soul had been stolen for more than ten years?

Tell him that she broke off the relationship with him in a hurry because of her career, or tell him that she rescued him because of her father's love?

He didn't dare to think about it, at least not now.

He walked in a hurry and almost missed the mark when he got on the carriage.

He didn't look like the Minister of Magic in his embarrassment.

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