I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Dumbledore explained: "John, I never thought of it that way."

"That's what you think. Don't lie to yourself, Dumbledore. You should know why you pressed the time turner."

John mercilessly exposed the layer of paper that tied them together. He suppressed his disgust and said: "I was coerced by Quirrell in the first grade. You know something, but you want to test me.

You should have believed me, but you didn't. You chose to spy and send Mundungus because you saw my pursuit of magic.

You were afraid that I would come into contact with taboos, so you didn't let me get the Time Turner I should have. You didn't trust me. In your eyes, Slytherin has never been trustworthy.

Moody suppressed Slytherin, you dare to say you didn't know? But you let him do this because what you wanted to see was for me to be suppressed.

You think of me as another person, another example of someone who failed in your education.

You are afraid of me, afraid that I will become another person, another more terrible person. "

After tearing apart the false mask, John was exceptionally calm.

"John." Dumbledore's eyes widened when he heard these words.

"Not everything is controllable by you, Dumbledore." John looked calm and said calmly: "Like Voldemort, like me."

"You insist on emphasizing your own justice and your inaction, but what is the result?

You can play the savior's game by yourself from now on, I don't want to participate. "

John was tired. He walked across the table, looked at the somewhat rude old man, and said calmly: "I will not become the Dark Lord, nor will I be what you expect."

"Perhaps that day, you will hold the wand as tightly as you do now."

His words suddenly woke up Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked down at his hand. He had unconsciously tightened his grip on his wand.

What frightened Dumbledore even more was the evil thoughts he had towards his students.

Letting go of his wand, Dumbledore sighed: "John, I'm sorry about what happened to you and your friends."

"You don't need to apologize," John said softly, "You just made me understand that this world is a game for the strong."

With that, he left the principal's office.

Whether it was Dumbledore's plan or not, it didn't matter at this point. He had lost a friend, a loyal friend.

When he passed by the Sword of Gryffindor, the Sword of Gryffindor trembled slightly, seeming to be holding back.

John glanced at the sword that should have belonged to him. He no longer had envy, and there was only coldness in his eyes.

When he walked out of the principal's office, he still didn't get the time turner.

He knew that the conversation that took place here would not be spread out.

Dumbledore wouldn't tell, John knew him.

You can say that Dumbledore is a wise old man, but you can't change one thing. He has undue compassion.

No matter who it is.

Even if that person is the former Tom Riddle.

At John's age, Voldemort was exposed to more dark magic than John.

Dumbledore should know all of this.

It's a pity that he has compassion and believes that the students at Hogwarts will get better.

The result was this, causing Voldemort to recruit talents and spread ideas in the school.

The prototype of the Death Eaters sprouted in Hogwarts.

In John's opinion, the appearance of the Dark Lord is related to Dumbledore's cold treatment.

But none of this matters anymore.

…

midnight.

Hogwarts is busy.

Old Barty didn't leave, and neither did Amelia.

They all gathered around the school hospital, waiting for an answer.

An answer to the future of the Ministry of Magic, and indeed the entire wizarding world.

John walked into the Star Club with heavy steps.

Standing in the doorway, he closed his eyes.

He could imagine that members of the Star Club were waiting inside.

They were also waiting for news that they didn't want to believe and could only believe after hearing it from John's mouth.

Open your eyes again.

John pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, five eyes focused on John.

Daphne greengrass.

Fleur Delacour.

Draco Malfoy.

Neville Longbottom.

Percy Weasley.

They waited silently for John to speak.

John walked to his seat without sitting down.

A badge, with traces of being burned by fire, was placed on the table.

At this moment, the answer has appeared in everyone's mind.

Sobs broke the silence.

It was Malfoy. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound, but his red eyes shed tears.

It's not just him.

The same goes for Neville.

Daphne and Fleur's eyes turned red.

Percy, the oldest, was barely holding himself together.

"John, we need to know everything."

His voice was dry and you could tell he was sad.

John nodded silently and started from what he knew.

From the cave where the Horcrux is hidden to the thrills inside, to the Peter Pettigrew captured later.

Voldemort was resurrected, and Heinrich died with the Death Eaters in order to protect Cedric.

Cedric needed to tell them more details.

All in all, the Star Club was silent.

That name made them feel suffocated.

The Dark Lord, the man who once almost ruled the entire local magical world.

He is as powerful as Dumbledore.

A sense of powerlessness emerged in everyone's mind.

After a moment, Malfoy broke the silence by slamming his fist on the table.

He growled: "We want revenge!"

Neville nodded.

Daphne and Fleur didn't flinch.

Percy said in a deep voice: "We need to calm down, that person is..."

"Heinrich is dead!" Malfoy shouted: "He died because of that person..."

A struggling expression appeared on Malfoy's face, and finally he firmly said loudly: "Death in the hands of Voldemort!"

Perhaps Malfoy once worshiped Voldemort under the influence of his ears and eyes, but now he only has one impression of Voldemort, that of an enemy.

A group of school students want to take revenge on the Dark Lord, which sounds very ridiculous.

John said calmly: "We will take revenge after you become stronger."

He looked around at everyone and said calmly: "So, let's become stronger until we have enough capital to compete with those strong ones."

Become stronger!

As soon as this belief came out, everyone planted the seed of revenge in their hearts.

The seeds will push them, allowing them to constantly push themselves to become stronger.

Percy looked at John. He knew John's identity and wanted to see something.

John looked calm, but Percy knew that a big tsunami would be triggered in the magical world.

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Chapter 253 Reaction and Funeral

school clinic.

Not only the two Ministry of Magic officials, but also the Weasley family, Hermione, Sirius, several professors and the Digorys were there.

They care about their children, and at the same time are grateful to have survived the disaster.

Madam Pomfrey was not happy that these people were disturbing the patient's rest.

Dumbledore came here to give answers to the people waiting here.

An answer that they, everyone, needs to know.

"Voldemort has returned to his physical body."

Everyone waiting here fell into an eerie silence.

Old Barty and Amelia gasped.

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore spoke again. "A student died there. We need to take the necessary measures. We may still be able to save the situation."

"The first and most important step is to get Azkaban out of the control of the Dementors."

Amelia frowned and said, "Do you think the dementors will betray the Ministry of Magic?"

None of the people here are mediocre. Old Barty and Amelia are both elites. They are not so stupid as to think that Dumbledore is too old to see.

They were not Fudge. If Fudge were that idiot, he would definitely think that Dumbledore was trying to create panic to reduce his own power.

That person who has been influenced by power for too long and has forgotten the most basic common sense in the magic world is even smarter than a student.

"Dementors are Voldemort's most dangerous buddies. To continue to let dementors guard a group of people who have risked their lives for him is to hand the lamb to the wolves." Dumbledore continued, "Those guys have the same interests as Voldemort. They have the same interests as Voldemort. It was easy to get together.”

Old Barty said: "We have no choice. That needs to be decided by the Minister of Magic."

He spoke, letting things begin to take a turn for the worse.

Old Barty looked at Dumbledore eagerly, and Amelia also realized something.

"The second measure we must take, and we must do it immediately," Dumbledore deliberately changed the topic. He knew that Old Barty wanted him to choose one of the two of them. "Send someone to deliver a message to the giant." ."

"Giant?" Old Batty looked a little unhappy, "Those guys were kicked out by us."

"Extend a hand of friendship to them before it's too late," said Dumbledore, "or Voldemort will draw them over, as he has done before."

These words made Old Barty speechless, because Voldemort really could do it.

And among all wizards, only Voldemort can provide rights and freedom to giants.