I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Sitting there thinking for a while, John got up and picked up "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

"Maybe I can do it another way..." he murmured.

Looking at the gardener planting flowers by the garden, John walked over and said, "It's a beautiful flower."

"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are just covering up the rotting corpses in the soil." The gardener said lifelessly.

"Bright flowers bloom on the rotten and smelly soil," John chuckled. "Perhaps this is the meaning of sacrifice."

The gardener paused his hand and said in silence for a while, "Maybe it's right."

"Do you mind if I take one?" John asked.

The gardener didn't speak, John walked over in the garden and broke off a rose.

Nodding slightly to the gardener, John left along the path.

The gardener who stood there was holding a shovel in one hand and an empty sleeve in the other hand, raising his head to reveal his pale face.

Barty Crouch Jr.

...

Back home, John saw that there were dozens of people outside the house at the beginning, and now there are three people.

One of them was the tall man whom he had met the last time.

When they saw John coming back, they respectfully said young master.

Walking into the house, the husband and wife are discussing whether to buy a new house.

"You lived well, why did you leave?"

John looked puzzled, and Watson rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Mrs. Wick said, "There's nowhere to put the wizard chess pieces you sent."

It turned out to be this reason.

John looked at his father, and knew it was what his father thought without thinking about it.

Hua Sheng said bluntly: "Otherwise, if you buy it, you won't use it, it will cost a lot of money!"

"I don't think it's going to cost more than a house where you can play wizard chess."

He looked at his father contemptuously, in fact, John didn't have any requirements for where to live.

What's more, John cast a lot of magic in this house. If you want to change the house, you need to rearrange it, which is very troublesome.

In front of his father, John shrunk down the golden wizard chess pieces that were as tall as a man.

The old man screamed miserably, hugging the king life and death and refused to let go.

The golden king also hugged Watson.

In wizard chess, the king is the most special, it adopts the appearance of Watson, and can also move on the board.

"Wife, look at him." Watson complained to Mrs. Wick.

Mrs. Wick felt a little in the way, and then she could see the golden Mrs. Wick walking down.

The golden king, who had not let go just now, immediately let go, and was obediently taken away by the golden queen.

Watson was alone and helpless, wanting to cry but without tears, he said, "Leave me at least one."

One by one the chess pieces were shrunk and put into the chess box. After John thought for a while, he took out the golden king and the silver king and threw them to the ground.

After landing, the two kings, one gold and one silver, turned back to wait for the National People's Congress and stood at the door.

Watson finally felt better, and ran over to look at his handsome face.

The remaining chess pieces were put away by Watson as a treasure. Judging by his posture, he seemed to want to throw the chess pieces down to see if they would grow bigger.

But it wasn't long before Mrs. Wick took it away.

Back in the attic, John saw Basil fly in.

As a messenger, Basil has been lacking in exercise recently.

Tom chased after his tail, saw Basil and ran after Basil, but was dazed by Basil's wings.

Opening the letter brought back by Basil, John scanned it. It was the school opening notice and the book list.

"It appears that Ozzy Heard has passed."

Glancing at the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook "Dark Arts, Defense, Guide", this is the textbook for Auror training.

Putting the letter down, John's badge vibrated slightly.

I tapped on the badge to see if someone was sending a message or chatting in a group.

Draco Malfoy: "I'm a prefect!"

Daphne Greengrass: "How could it be you!"

Draco Malfoy: "?"

Daphne Greengrass: "Where's John, why isn't John?"

Draco Malfoy: "You too?"

Daphne Greengrass: "Shut up!"

Cedric Diggory: "Slytherin is Draco becoming a prefect? ​​I thought it was definitely John, after all, Draco's popularity is not suitable."

Draco Malfoy: "Hey, Cedric, have respect for the prefects."

Cedric Diggory: "Excuse me, I am the President."

Draco Malfoy: "?"

Percy Weasley: "What a miss. I used to be President, too."

Draco Malfoy: "..."

Fleur Delacour: "Come on, just a prefect, I'm still a Beauxbaton warrior."

Neville Longbottom: "I don't know who is the prefect in Gryffindor."

Draco Malfoy: "Tch, it's not you anyway."

The group chat atmosphere has become active, and everyone is busy during the holidays.

John smiled. It seemed that Malfoy was not affected by Voldemort.

Fleur Delacour: "I got a job at Silver Hand Angel Investment, and there was a drawer of letters every day, so much that it gave me a headache."

Percy Weasley: "I'm always running around with little problems coming in from the office."

Neville Longbottom: "Many relatives have come to my house. They are all celebrating Mom and Dad's awakening. Grandma is very happy."

Daphne Greengrass: "Astoria seems to be in love with someone recently, and owls keep flying into her room."

Draco Malfoy: "Ahem, girls, it's normal to fall in love."

Daphne Greengrass: "But that owl looks familiar to me."

Draco Malfoy: "An illusion, it must be an illusion, the owls are all similar, how can you recognize them?"

Daphne Greengrass: "Okay."

...

Although we haven't seen each other for a while, the hub of stars connects everyone.

John turned off the stars and was in a good mood.

He glanced at the books on the table, his eyes darkened, and it would be more lively if everyone was there.

Basil suddenly became restless, and John looked up to see a snowy owl flying by the window.

It's Hedwig.

Pressing Basil who was going to fight with Hedwig, John picked up a small dried fish and stuffed it into Hedwig's mouth.

Hedwig looked at Basil provocatively, making Basil feel his wings itch.

Hedwig was here to deliver a letter, not Harry's, but Hermione's.

Open the letter, there is a long paragraph written on it.

Hermione was sorry about Sirius, none of them knew that Muggle was Mr. Wick.

And about Harry's trial, Mrs. Weasley made a lot of delicious food after he came back.

Hermione became a prefect, and like her was Ron.

"Everyone thought it would be Harry, even Mrs. Weasley, who was overjoyed and wanted to throw a party to celebrate."

"Something's wrong with Harry though, I think he's disappointed, he thinks Dumbledore is avoiding him, maybe because he caused Dumbledore to lose his position, although we reassure him that Dumbledore doesn't think so. "

"By the way, have you read the new Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook? I haven't read this book at all. Tonks said it's a textbook for Auror training. The new professor may be very good."

Hermione wrote a long paragraph that the Order of the Phoenix incident did not affect the friendship between the two.

Feeling warm about such trust, John stuffed Hedwig with another small dried fish and told her to wait.

Dumbledore made Hermione a prefect, which didn't surprise John at all.

After all, it was Hermione who contributed the most bonus points from Gryffindor.

Let Ron be the prefect, John thought for a moment and understood.

With Dumbledore's character, it is probably also for Ron to build up his self-confidence.

Ron was beaten many times last year.

As the Weasley family of Iron Dumbledore's party, it is not surprising that Ron should focus on training.

Basil didn't know when he had already ran to the table, seeing John turn his head, he immediately grabbed Hedwig's dried fish.

Hedwig resisted desperately, and the two snowy owls fought again.

Tom was below, the dog barking for cheer.

John took out his quill and began to write a reply.

Walking over to clean up the flying feathers on the table, John wrote back to Hermione.

After finishing some trivial matters, John paused at the tip of his pen.

He might have asked Hermione to find a Horcrux, but he hesitated.

"Forget it, let's find it by ourselves."

He didn't want to use Hermione, that way, Hermione would be caught in a decision.

He and the Order of the Phoenix are both fighting over the ownership of the Horcrux, so let Hermione be an outsider.

After handing the letter to Hedwig, John stuffed a small dried fish into its mouth, touched Hedwig's head, and said softly, "Give the letter to Hermione."

As a reward, John gave Hedwig five small dried fish in a bag.

Hedwig flew away contentedly.

Basil pecked John's finger angrily, and John piled up the small dried fish for him.

Tom circled the room anxiously because it contained nothing.

Soon, it had dog food, and it ate too fast, and it accidentally bit through the dog bowl.

...

John's reply came to 12 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione received the letter at the banquet celebrating Ron's becoming a prefect.

"Look, John won't hurt you," Hermione said to Harry, pointing at the small dried fish that Hedwig had brought.

"Maybe he just likes Hedwig." Harry was bitter about John almost cutting off his godfather's hand.

Coupled with missing the prefect, Harry was in a bad mood.

Hermione said angrily, "John isn't as bad as you think!"

With food stuffed in his mouth, Ron heard the two talking and mumbled, "Everyone knows that John likes small animals."

Hermione glared at Ron bitterly, she has worked very hard to keep her two friends from having conflicts, can you please stop making trouble!

"Hermione, it's not that serious." Swallowing the food, Ron said, "Harry just couldn't figure it out for a while."

As a best friend and mother, Hermione could sense that something was wrong with Harry.

He'd been like this since he'd come back from his trial, much to Hermione's concern.

Harry wasn't John, and if it was John, she wouldn't worry about it.

Under Hermione's worried gaze, Harry forced a smile.

Maybe it will be much better when school starts.

Harry glanced at the newspaper on the table, Dumbledore's revocation by the Wizengamot, and Dumbledore's announcement of Voldemort's return.

The outside world did not believe the news, and some people thought that Dumbledore was insane.

For some reason, the Ministry of Magic has not expressed its position.

...