I wield a sword at Hogwarts

There is a couple in the principal's office, they are Daphne's parents.

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

"Greengrass will never forget your kindness."

Daphne's father said solemnly, with that expression, it felt like John had eaten his cabbage.

Not only the Greengrass family, but also another family, Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry excitedly.

Ginny confessed everything to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore felt that 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 be charged with murdering a classmate.

Putting down the diary and the Sword of Gryffindor, John also took out the snake's fang, which was a powerful piece of evidence.

With the irrefutable evidence and Harry's ten minutes of vivid explanation, Ginny would not be blamed.

"Well done Harry, John."

Dumbledore was generous with his praise. Although the two of them broke a hundred school rules together, the Gryffindors never cared about it... well, neither did the Slytherins.

Golden special contribution awards fell on several people. Ron's happiness came so suddenly. He didn't expect that he would also get it. Just now, Hermione wanted to kill him.

"Bravely broke into the Forbidden Forest to rescue your classmates, Ron Weasley, you deserve this."

Dumbledore praised her by name, and then looked at the nervous Hermione. He said gently: "Wisdom and bravery, Miss Hermione Granger, you informed the professors as soon as possible and protected your friends. You are equally worthy. "

Chapter 90 The Dejected Malfoy and Free Dobby

Then there was Harry. Dumbledore glanced at the Sword of Gryffindor that Harry had brought back.

He said a series of words with a smile on his face, anyway, it was similar to the guy hitting you and you are a Gryffindor.

Finally, there was John. John felt a little guilty and even set fire to himself.

I didn't see that Professor Snape next to him was almost chewing his teeth. After all, there was a student who dared to drink poison directly, and it was him, the teacher, who had the biggest headache.

"A student who is smart, brave, strong, trusts his peers, and will not abandon anyone."

"Mr. John Wick, you dare to take risks for your companions, and your dedication is worthy of applause."

After hearing this, John asked cautiously: "Professor, are you still lacking in wisdom?"

Dumbledore paused in his words. You dare to test poison with your body, and you still want me to praise your wisdom?

Silently passing by this request, Dumbledore took the opportunity to learn more about who Tom Riddle was.

This made the parents scream again and again.

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

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

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 looked ugly, which made Harry and Ron secretly happy.

Professor Snape finally had to nod and agree. Professor Sprout's mandrake was ripe, and he didn't forget to glare at a few people before leaving.

John felt a headache, and he felt that he might have become the number one trouble with Professor Snape.

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

Dumbledore's scrutinizing eyes passed over John's face and he said: "You have all received special contribution awards, especially Harry and Ron. Sometimes you can only say what you say."

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

"Let me see, you three have each earned two hundred points for Gryffindor, and John, you have earned two hundred points for Slytherin as well."

When John heard this, he called Gryffindor so terrifying. He immediately gained 600 points, and Gryffindor quickly surpassed Slytherin.

Even with 200 points to join, he still lags behind Gryffindor.

Harry was very happy. Although he knew that these points were somewhat watered down, it was Gryffindor's honor to win against Slytherin.

Hermione pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "Professor, we haven't done anything. Isn't this a little too much?"

Dumbledore smiled: "You are worth two hundred points if you can say this."

Just force it on?

John kept complaining, what if the referee cheated at the end?

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

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

"But sometimes the methods are too exaggerated."

John hurriedly put on a smile. He didn't know if Dumbledore was talking about his anger.

But when thinking about Dumbledore, the unfathomable White Devil, it's better to be a coward.

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

Naturally, there is no role for him.

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

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

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

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

As he spoke, Harry fell silent. Recalling the time he put on the Sorting Hat, he hesitated: "The Sorting Hat told me that I would be very good in Slytherin. For a while, everyone thought I was Slytherin." Lin’s heir…because I know Parseltongue.”

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

"Harry, you know Parseltongue."

Dumbledore said calmly: "Because Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. He is the last heir of Slytherin. If I am not mistaken, he transferred some of his magic power to you on the night he left the scar on you." On your body."

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

Harry was dumbfounded by these words, and then he was discouraged and said: "So I should be in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat may see Slytherin's ability in me."

"It places you in Gryffindor." Dumbledore took over the words calmly, "Harry, you happen to have many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued when selecting students."

"He had some rare gifts of his own, parseltongue, resourcefulness, strong will... and a certain disdain for the rules of the law."

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

Harry recalled the scene where John directly attacked Riddle: "Resourceful?"

Ron remembered the time when John couldn't help but touch Professor McGonagall's tabby cat in the first grade: "Strong-willed?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, as if with a smile: "Contempt for legal rules."

"Hey, that's enough!"

John wondered where he was falling short.

What's wrong with me being a Slytherin?

Slytherin is not allowed to have a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. Didn't you notice that Merlin also wields a sword?

If you look at me like this again, be careful I sue you for slander!

Dumbledore also had a weird 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 for Harry to adhere to Gryffindor's beliefs, Dumbledore also showed off the Sword of Gryffindor.

"Only a true Gryffindor can make it happen, Harry."

Dumbledore's original intention was to make Harry strengthen his belief, but this made Harry look strange and hesitated to speak: "Professor, this sword may have been chosen by John."

"?"

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

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

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

"..."

Dumbledore was lost in thought, how could this be calculated?

"It doesn't matter, just think you are a Gryffindor, Harry." John comforted Harry.

Even these words did not sound like comfort, and Dumbledore had no other choice. The Sword of Gryffindor could not tell the difference.

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

He blinked at the thought of all the things John had done, hoping he wouldn't burn the school down.

John smiled awkwardly, that was really not intentional.

After a few brief words, several people prepared to leave.

Just as he was opening the door, the door was opened with force, almost hitting John's nose. John unceremoniously reached out and pushed the door back.

"Dumbledore... Ouch!"

Lucius Malfoy held his red nose.

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

This made Lucius, who was already angry, almost run away, with Dobby wrapped in a bandage on his arm.

Today is the time to cause trouble for Dumbledore, so Lucius will let the Muggle-born go for the time being.

He walked up to Dumbledore angrily.

John didn't want to watch the remaining quarrel between adults. He walked out of the door and looked back at the three little ones that seemed to be stuck with glue. He was speechless.

"As expected of Gryffindor, everyone likes to gossip."

After walking out of the door and waiting for a while, John saw Lucius coming out with a disgraced face.

Lucius also glared at John, could John bear it?

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

"What?" Harry was confused.

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

Harry had almost forgotten about Dobby because he was watching the fun with Ron and Hermione.

He hurried back to borrow the diary from Dumbledore. Just when he was about to take off the sour socks from running all day, John stopped him.

"I thought Dobby might not be that harsh."

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

Harry tucked it into the book knowingly and ran over to give it back to Lucius.

When Lucius saw a sock, he immediately took it out angrily and threw it away, and threw the diary to Harry as if he was clear of the relationship.

Dobby caught the sock like the key to freedom and held it high.

After being removed from his position as director and robbed of his domestic slave, Lucius was furious and even wanted to take action. Fortunately, Dobby directly beat up his former master after he was freed.

Lucius left dejectedly, and John stared at his leaving figure, unconsciously stroking his wand with his fingers.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Reciting this name, John looked deeply.

After returning to the auditorium, John saw sleepy-eyed students in pajamas.

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

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