I wield a sword at Hogwarts

After saying that, John stood up and remained polite to the dean.

Snape looked at John's back, and his eyes were attracted by the right hand that had been hanging down.

He seemed to notice something.

There was thought, suspicion, and scrutiny in his expression. He said nothing and watched John leave.

…

After a showdown with Snape, John didn't expect such an inside story.

"Is Lupine really involved in a murder?"

John rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

One is the employee who dared to hold out his wand to Johnny Silverhand, and the other is the professor who participated in the murder.

The contrast between the two made John unable to see Lupine clearly.

"Not remembering the original is trouble."

He regretted extremely at this moment why he didn't read Harry Potter more times.

After traveling through time, he didn't think about magic, so he didn't deliberately recall it.

By the time I found out, eleven years had passed and I couldn’t even remember it.

Having a headache, John complained: "I'm not even allowed to have a good rest during the holidays."

Prisoner of Azkaban.

Animagus.

Soul surgery.

Dementors.

grim Reaper.

Now there's another murder.

John has been busy this year.

Heading to the Room of Requirement, John enters Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets.

His right hand still needs to be healed. Although Gryffindor has few books on the soul, there are many healing magics.

Make yourself a potion using a unicorn horn.

The milk-like liquid swirled in the silver cup, and John drank it without changing his expression.

Now that I have no sense of taste, let alone a magic potion, even if you rely on me to reply, I still...well...I really don't dare to do this.

After drinking the special potion, John's right hand finally stopped shaking so much.

It's just that the unicorn horn is almost used up. He usually makes it for Nagini, but now there is only one section less than the length of a finger.

"I need to find some."

Unicorns are rare, even on the black market in Knockturn Alley.

Fortunately, John has a friend who is rich in materials, Hagrid.

With the Forbidden Forest at his back, Hagrid would have to rely on luck to get the unicorn horn.

John was going to try his luck. If Hagrid happened to have it, he wouldn't have to wait for the Johnny Silverhand store to buy it on the black market.

Dark clouds made the sky gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain lightly.

When John walked to Hagrid's hut, a cat and a dog were walking towards it.

It's Tom and Crookshanks.

"It turns out I was looking for Yaya to play with."

John wasn't surprised to know that the two little guys were hanging out a lot.

Before he entered the door, John heard sobbing coming from inside.

The powerful voice belonged to Hagrid without even thinking about it.

John was surprised, "Why is Hagrid crying again?"

"Wait, why did I say again?"

"If you think about it, Hagrid seems to cry a few times every year."

The first graders cry for Norbert the Fire Dragon, the second graders cry for Aragog the Acromantula, who will they cry for this year?

Leaning forward curiously, John stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

Heavy footsteps approached quickly, and the door creaked open.

Hagrid stood there, still holding a pink handkerchief with snot and tears on it.

A macho face, a girl's heart.

"John, did you hear that?"

When Hagrid saw John, he became even more sad and gave him a bear hug.

John felt his ribs protest.

"Hagrid... let go of... me."

Three years, three whole years!

John looked desperate. He had been exercising all year round, but his body was still so fragile when facing Hagrid.

Is hard work so worthless in the face of talent?

…

Chapter 140 Angry Harry and Crying Hagrid

Gryffindor common room.

Harry suffered from insomnia and he was finally able to go to Hogsmeade yesterday.

Different from the good mood when he went there, he heard a bolt of news.

His parents were betrayed.

The betrayed person was Sirius Black.

What made him unbelievable the most was that Sirius Black had another identity.

godfather.

This unfamiliar yet familiar title made Harry feel dazed.

Sirius Black is his godfather.

He was his father's best friend and his most trusted brother.

But he betrayed, betrayed his comrades, betrayed his good friends, betrayed... his own parents.

At that moment, Harry knew, he knew for sure, that he couldn't stay calm.

It was like drinking poison, the cold and surging hatred intertwined in the body.

He was angry that it was that person who made him lose his parents.

He resented that his father trusted that person so much, but was betrayed.

He feared that the man had escaped from Azkaban to remove the last obstacle to Voldemort.

He was sad, how sad it would be if the walls built by his parents were broken by someone he trusted.

Anger, resentment, fear, sadness...all kinds of emotions blend together, like boiling water sprinkled with seasonings and mud, gurgling and steaming, forming a pungent and unpleasant smell...

Hatred!

He saw Sirius Black laughing at him in the darkness, as if someone had pressed a picture from an album before his eyes.

It was like watching a movie again, when he saw how Sirius Black brutally murdered his father's other good friend, Peter Pettigrew.

A voice echoed in my ears, full of flattery and excitement: "Success, Master, Mr. and Mrs. Potter asked me to be their secret keeper!"

The screams were accompanied by high-pitched laughter, as if they were being approached by a Dementor.

The father's resistance, the mother's pleading.

Green light flew into his eyes, making the two people he loved most disappear.

revenge!

These two words appeared in my mind without warning and so reasonable.

The flame of revenge began to burn from his toes, until one night passed, Harry's hair was screaming for revenge.

A man of the same age as himself appeared in his mind, strong and elegant.

If it were John, he would do the same thing.

Although he is not as strong as John, he is brave and not afraid of death!

It was dawn, and Harry didn't know if he had slept.

His eyes were full of haze, and the aura emanating from his whole person made people afraid to approach him.

He walked out of the dormitory and sat on the soft sofa.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"Harry, you, you look ugly." Hermione didn't know what to say.

From the time she met Harry until now, she had never seen Harry like this.

At the same time, she also knew that her enemy was the godfather, which was a terrible thing.

Hearing the call of his friends, Harry woke up a little and asked, "Where have all the people gone?"

"Let's go, today is the first day of vacation, do you remember?" Ron looked at Harry carefully and said, "It's almost lunch time, I was going to wake you up."

The drizzle on an overcast day turned into snowflakes.

"Stop and let's duel, you yellow-bellied bastards!"

The flames in the fireplace brought warmth to people. Crookshanks saw someone going out and followed him out with steps.

"Harry, listen to me."

Hermione knew her eldest son too well, and this expression clearly meant revenge.

She exchanged looks with Ron and said, "What we heard yesterday must have made you very sad, but the important thing is that you can't do anything stupid."

The worry on her face was clear, and Harry raised his head and asked, "Like what?"

What else, to find Sirius Black of course!

"For example, go find Black." Ron said to the point, as if he had a tacit understanding after rehearsing.

Harry's state was too worrying, but he didn't say anything.

Hermione asked worriedly: "You can't, can you, Harry?"

Ron followed up and said, "It's not worth dying for Black."

Not to mention whether he can defeat Sirius Black, but if he kills people, he will not be able to escape and will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Harry understood all this, but when he saw the person who killed his parents walking free outside, his heart was crawling up one after another, biting fiercely with his jagged mouth.

"Do you know what I see and hear every time a dementor gets too close to me?"

The young man's energetic voice was deeper and deeper, and he said hoarsely: "I heard my mother screaming and pleading to Voldemort. If you hear your mother scream like that before she was killed, you will not forget it. ."

"There's nothing you can do!" Hermione said in panic.

"I know!"

Harry said angrily: "But you want me to do nothing!"

The voice suddenly became quiet, and Harry watched Hermione open her mouth, and finally said with dark eyes: "I'm sorry, Hermione, I... I just thought about that person."