I wield a sword at Hogwarts

John chuckled and said, "You can never underestimate this number one king at any time."

Everyone looked at each other in shock, not expecting that Dumbledore would take the initiative to seek a deal with John.

And judging from what John said, that stuff is important.

Everyone left and John walked into the study.

Pull a book off the shelf.

The pages of the book turned, and one of the pages with a portrait paused.

The characters inside moved and were released by John.

A short man huddled in the corner, his whole body exuding fear, appeared.

John closed the book, looked at the man and smiled: "We haven't seen each other for a while. How are you doing there, Peter Pettigrew?"

Peter Pettigrew kept trembling, almost two years had passed since he was caught by John.

In that dark place, he endured the endless wails of the dementors next door.

His spirit almost collapsed, and he even developed epileptic symptoms and convulsions all over his body.

John looked at the guy twitching like a dead dog on the ground with no mercy in his eyes.

Some, there is only a chilling indifference.

"I need you to answer some questions for me, Peter Pettigrew."

Instead of showing his kindness to the Order traitor in front of him, John sat down casually.

"Everything you know about Voldemort."

Peter Pettigrew shivered more severely, almost sobbing.

John took his time and took out a tool bag from the drawer.

When opened, there are various liquids contained in reagent bottles.

"You may not know, but I am an alchemist, and I am best at making people express their feelings."

John took out a bottle of truth serum and said cruelly: "It only takes three drops, how about drinking a hundred times more?"

Outside the study.

The wailing sound penetrated the thick wooden door.

The screams and constant begging for mercy formed the final chapter of a traitor.

When John came out, he casually said to Tang Mi beside him: "He even has a filthy soul."

Tang Mi saw the demented Peter Pettigrew through the ajar door.

There are at least a dozen reagent bottles on the ground.

…

Some time has passed since the Weasley family was attacked.

One evening a few days after the New Year.

Harry was nervous, standing in front of the fireplace at Black Mansion.

The uneasiness spread to the palms of his hands, and sweat seeped out of them, and he wiped them on his pants vigorously.

There seemed to be a voice in his ear telling him not to trust anyone, including Dumbledore.

Harry remembered Dumbledore's instructions and tried not to listen to the sound.

He wore an accessory, a golden locket.

Ron and Ginny, who had lost the Burrow, came over and the three of them lined up to enter the fireplace and go to Hogwarts.

…

Chapter 464 The Price of the Transaction

In order to make it easier for Hogwarts students to return to school, the Ministry of Magic has specially opened a one-time Floo network connection.

Mrs. Weasley has been poisoned and needs to stay in the hospital.

Today's farewell seemed particularly deserted.

Sirius went to school early, Lupine also left, and only Mr. Weasley and Bill were there.

"Look after yourself, Harry, and you, Ron."

Bill, being the big brother he was, patted both on the shoulder.

Mr. Weasley is sad but still cheerful in front of the children.

"Ginny, I'm sorry..." Harry wanted to apologize to Ginny, not only for the broomstick, but also for his failure to play the role of a savior.

"Mom will be fine." Ginny was a strong person and she had no doubt that her mother would get through this.

In fact, Harry had done enough. If Harry hadn't controlled the broomstick to cut through the weeds, they might not have been able to leave at all.

Walking into the green fire, Harry called Hogwarts.

Taking a final glance at this much deserted house, he was surrounded by flames and disappeared.

"Good evening, Potter." Professor McGonagall put down her quill and stood up.

She watched Harry climb out of the fireplace, leaving a lot of dust on the carpet.

Professor McGonagall was not angry, but looked at him with seriousness and kindness.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry straightened his glasses, which had been repaired by magic.

He smoothed his hair, followed by Ron and Ginny.

Seeing Ginny's beautiful red hair turn into short hair, Professor McGonagall had pity in her eyes.

"Good evening, Weasley."

"Good evening, Professor." The brother and sister responded in unison.

The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Because of the Weasley family's affairs, the Weasley brothers and sisters received special attention when they returned to school.

Before it got completely dark, Dean, who had read the newspaper, ran over and asked Ginny, "Are you okay, Ginny?"

"I'm fine." Ginny's short hair style also attracted much attention.

Before he even reached the lounge, many people gathered around him asking about the attack.

This made Ron very irritated. His mother was still lying in the hospital room.

The joy of Christmas leaves only sadness.

"Worthless." Ron came to the Fat Lady and said the password.

The fat lady glanced at him and said, "That's not right."

Ron yelled, "What's wrong?"

"The password has been changed, please don't yell." said the fat lady.

"Harry! Ron! Ginny!"

Hermione ran towards them, pushed through the crowd, and hugged Harry.

She said with a mixture of joy and sadness: "Great, you are all fine."

Ron gestured from the side that he was the injured one, and Ginny was also hugged.

She was wearing a cloak, hat and gloves, and her face was so red from running or the wind.

"I came back two hours ago. Forgive me Harry, I didn't know what happened until now." Hermione said guiltily, "I didn't even communicate with you right away."

She went abroad, but she didn't expect that her little friend was experiencing a narrow escape.

Take three people to the door and say the new password, "Quit drinking."

The Fat Lady burped and feebly revealed the doorway at the back. During the Christmas period, she drank up all the 500-year-old wine in other paintings.

After entering the common room, more people came to ask.

This made Ron uncomfortable, but these students were also concerned in addition to curiosity.

After a few people dismissed their classmates, they sat down on the sofa.

Hermione handed Harry a roll of parchment, the note Dumbledore had given him.

During the Christmas period, Dumbledore stayed in the small office.

There was some talk about Christmas, and then there was talk about the attack.

The three little ones always talked about everything, and it was the same this time.

Harry touched the outline of the gold locket under his sweater.

Ron said: "We almost died there, if we hadn't met Luna."

"Luna's Snorlax," Hermione said in surprise, "I didn't know that little guy could take people away."

"It's already a big guy, it's like a puppy." Ron said, touching the swollen butt half, "And he also likes to poke people's butts."

Even though she was only listening verbally, Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim.

He was so lucky, whether it was Harry and Sirius temporarily going to the Burrow to celebrate the festival, or the fireworks being set off by Luna, or the dog that rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

A variable occurred in the middle, and they could not meet at this time.

The Ministry of Magic visited the Weasley family five or six times, tirelessly questioning the murderer to confirm his identity and purpose.

The next morning, the new semester begins.

There was an additional notice on the bulletin board in the common room.

Students who are seventeen years old or older on August 31 can participate in Apparition classes taught by Apparition instructors sent by the Ministry of Magic.

It lasts for twelve weeks in total. Participants need to sign the notice below and pay the tuition fee of twelve galleons.

Harry and others also participated, and they lined up to sign.

In the evening, at ten minutes to eight, Harry straightened his clothes and knocked on the doorkeeper's office.

The door opened and it was Dumbledore.

He didn't seem at all surprised to see Harry.

"Come in, Harry."

He opened his body to the side and invited Harry in.

As Harry walked in, Dumbledore asked kindly: "You should find that thing under the cupboard, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry heard this and wanted to take off the things around his neck, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"Take it with you, Harry, we need to go somewhere else."

Harry was stunned, another place?

Immediately, Dumbledore opened the door again, politely walked to the next door and knocked on the door.

On the familiar wooden door, the eye symbol glanced at the two of them.

The door opened.

…

Star Club.

The starry sky is bright and the clouds and mist are changing shapes.

This was the first time Harry walked in, and it was also the first time Dumbledore walked in.

Although the picture is beautiful, their eyes will always look at the people next to the round table.

John.

John raised his eyes, glanced at Harry next to Dumbledore, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You didn't tell me that Harry was coming too."