I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Ron suddenly shouted, "I want to chase her!"

Harry was startled by him, and then he realized, "Who are you chasing?"

"Hermione!" Ron jumped from his own bed to Harry's bed with a hungry look on his face, "I like her, I should know, I have to be brave."

"You like Hermione?" Harry was dumbfounded.

I treat you as a brother. Do you like my mother?

Ron said excitedly: "You don't understand. I have realized my feelings for Hermione since the sixth grade, but I was not brave enough."

"You're right. Maybe Hermione liked John, but that's all in the past. I want to fill the vacancy around Hermione!"

Harry was dazed and seemed to be still thinking about accepting a stepfather.

wrong!

Hermione is his best friend, how can she become his mother?

While Harry was still thinking wildly, he began to feel dizzy from the force of Ron's shaking.

He saw Ron's face twisting like a whirlpool in front of him.

The surroundings began to change, and a throne appeared in front of him.

"I hope I didn't disturb your sleep, Harry."

John's voice came, and Harry realized that he was in the Magic Tower.

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Chapter 833 The deal with Harry

John was looking for Harry when he happened to see Harry staying in the Wizarding City.

However, the other party seemed to be talking about himself, and John didn't pay much attention to it.

If everyone who discussed the Witch King had to listen, John didn't have time.

Pulling the other person into his mind magic, John saw Harry in his pajamas.

"Your pajamas are quite unique." John glanced at the owl on the stripes, "It looks a bit like basil."

"Ahem."

The person who was still discussing appeared in front of him, and Harry was a little embarrassed.

He looked around and wondered, "How did I get here?"

He remembered that he should be lying on the bed in the Burrow, and in just a blink of an eye, he arrived at the Magic Tower.

And he didn't realize whether he was taken away by Apparition.

"A kind of magic, remember the trance?"

John snapped his fingers, and an extra bag of braised beans appeared in Harry's hand.

He took it apart and tasted it. The multi-flavor beans inside were tasteless.

This has the same effect as the snacks given by John after entering the trance hall at the Ministry of Magic.

"This is a spiritual world I built."

John invited Harry to walk together, and a road stretched out in front of them.

Walk up and you can overlook the entire Wizard City.

Harry could even see people walking down the street below him.

"What are you looking for me for?" Harry followed with questions.

There are no Horcruxes of Voldemort's here, everything is controlled by John.

"I want to get something from you." John said as he walked, "I am willing to fulfill a wish for you."

"What is the condition? You also said it, equal exchange."

Having seen with his own eyes how John tricked a god of death, Harry also learned to be smart.

At the same time, he was thinking about what he had in him that was worthy of being exchanged by the Witch King.

John chuckled, "It seems you still remember."

"That's right, equal exchange," John stopped over the Wizard City, and the surrounding clouds also stopped.

"I want the Invisibility Cloak," John stared into Harry's eyes and said word by word, "yours."

"My invisibility cloak?"

Harry was surprised. He thought John needed something, but unexpectedly it was an invisibility cloak.

With the Witch King's ability, even a phantom spell can hide people without revealing any flaws.

Harry couldn't figure out why this was the case.

"I won't hide it from you. Your invisibility cloak has a very high origin."

John said calmly: "You should have heard the story of the three brothers."

"The three Peverell brothers, the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak."

"And the one in your hand is the invisibility cloak that Peverell's third child, the God of Death, took off."

John smiled and said: "I tell you the value to make it easier for you to bid."

"I don't mind telling you that I only have one piece left to get the Deathly Hallows together."

His honesty made Harry think.

The invisibility cloak at home has such a big origin.

Harry didn't know what John wanted to collect, but he understood that this was a huge fortune.

Even if Harry wishes for a mountain of gold, John can turn the stone into gold through the magician and prepare it for Harry.

Wealth, power.

Just one word and Harry could get it.

But he didn't answer immediately, but looked at John.

There was calmness in those eyes, without any desire.

"Is it really possible to do anything?"

"As long as you want." John nodded and said, "It's okay."

Harry was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "I give up the deal."

"Oh?" John looked at Harry and said, "Did I not give you enough chips?"

"No," Harry thought for a moment and said, "Your chips are very exciting."

"Then why?" John's scrutinizing eyes fell on Harry.

The lightning scar on Harry's forehead had disappeared.

Once a symbol of the savior, there resided evil Horcrux fragments.

After John traded it, the scar that had followed Harry for more than ten years began to disappear.

By the time Voldemort died, the scars were completely gone.

Without the scar, Harry loses his identity as a savior.

Despite this, Harry had no complaints.

On the contrary, he saw that John's overwhelming victory was destined by nature and would change with the changes of time and the birth of variables.

Through hard work, he made himself an Auror, a star whose light was obscured.

John had read the Auror report brought by Barty Jr., who was already the British Minister of Magic.

Harry was indeed a born Auror and quickly gained merit in his first year as an Auror.

It is already possible to compete for the position of head of the Auror Office that will be vacant next year.

For such a talented Auror who had lost his savior aura, John wanted to know what he wanted.

Harry looked at John and said seriously: "I don't want anything, I would rather give the Invisibility Cloak to you."

"If it actually works, it'll make me feel better."

John looked at Harry who said this funny, he shook his head and laughed: "Are you giving me charity?"

"No." Harry said anxiously.

John raised his hand to stop Harry.

Of course he knew it wasn't.

"Harry, have you ever heard a saying," John said to Harry, "What's free is the most expensive."

"I don't want to owe anything to anyone, so let's exchange it for equal value."

John snapped his fingers, and the extending road quickly shrunk.

They seemed to be on a high-speed train, making Harry almost unsteady.

The contractions stopped and they returned to the Magic Tower.

John looked at the throne of the Eternal Witch King, stopped and said, "Harry, give me your conditions, my patience is limited."

Harry also understood that John would not accept a gift from him without reason.

He had no choice but to say: "Well, if you can go and meet Hermione, I will give you the Invisibility Cloak."

In Harry's heart, he always felt guilty about Hermione.

If it weren't for herself, Hermione would never have lost contact with John again.

So he hopes to make up for this.

John paused slightly, then nodded and said, "I can promise you."

At their feet, a magic circle composed of lines and circles enveloped them.

John stretched out his hand and said, "Our contract is complete."

Harry took the hand and nodded vigorously.

After the two people's fingers touched, the magic circle quickly contracted and left a mark on the back of their hands.

Harry felt things moving around him.

wrong!

It's him who is retreating.

John let go of his hand and said, "Then, please go back first."

Harry's body retreated rapidly, falling from the Magic Tower into the Burrow in just a few seconds.

"ah--!"

He yelled, causing Ron to lean back and fall off the bed.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Ron rubbed his head. He was originally confident about confessing, but now because of this scare, he had no confidence at all.

"You also think Hermione won't accept me?" Ron said dejectedly.

But after looking around Harry and confirming that he was back at the Burrow, he said something confusing: "Ron, did you see that?"

"What did you see?" Ron asked confused.

Harry looked at the alarm clock. He remembered that there was still a little time until twelve o'clock when he left.

It now looks like the pointer is within the eleven o'clock range.

Only a minute had passed since he left.

How can this be?