I wield a sword at Hogwarts

It was a thrilling win, Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw.

The Weasley family suddenly exploded, and the gods came down to earth.

Ron immediately realized the truth, and he was so happy that he blocked several shots from Ravenclaw with a move of dragon swinging its tail.

Ginny carries Ha's will, can pick up stars with her hands, snatches the Golden Snitch under Cho Chang's nose, and wins the game for Gryffindor.

"We are only twenty points away from losing." Daphne had been holding a sigh of relief since she came out from watching the game, and now she finally relaxed.

Malfoy coughed twice. If he hadn't had a rough time in the last match with Cedric, this score might not have been so dangerous.

Even though the Weasley brothers and sisters were inseparable, they still couldn't shake Slytherin's kingly aura.

With a total score difference of more than 20 points, they won this year's Quidditch Cup.

"When Montague saw Weasley's daughter chasing the Golden Snitch, he almost took his wand and cast a jinx." Pansy complained, "If he was overtaken, he would definitely go crazy."

"Isn't it great now? We maintain the record for the longest winning streak at Hogwarts." Malfoy muttered.

John glanced at Malfoy. He felt that if he lost this time, the first person Montague would look for would be Malfoy.

Gryffindor was 20 points behind, but Ron Weasley's outstanding performance made Angelina say that she had found the wrong person.

The carnival eventually came to an end, when Ron described to Harry and Hermione how he was a monomaniac.

The last carnival belonging to the students also disappeared quietly as the Quidditch Cup came to an end.

The next time belongs to the library and exam week.

John was probably the only person in Hogwarts who didn't have to spend time in the library.

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Silverhand Manor.

Tang Mi looked at his boss and asked a question, "Sir, when I was your age, I never thought about skipping school every day."

John glanced at Tang Mi, "You know what I'm going to say, right?"

"Well, if my name was Johnny Silverhand at that time, I probably wouldn't want to go to school for a day." Tang Mi said melancholy.

As a qualified subordinate, Tang Mi could only say that his boss could not use common sense to deduce.

There are less than two weeks before the exam, and other students wish they had two more brains and drink the pick-me-up as a drink.

And John not only skipped class, but also ran away from school to Silverhand Manor.

Even Tang Mi couldn't help but worry about his boss's academic problems.

It turned out that his worries were unfounded.

John walked into the secret room behind the garden.

The transparent glass cover tightly locked the golden cup, and the dragon's container had accumulated hundreds of souls.

Release the vessel full of souls.

"The soul is back."

John's wand turned, and his soul was taken away like a cocoon, with every strand of his soul being pulled out.

In the unbreakable room, the Dementor was so sick that he seemed to be petrified.

"There are still quite a few." John glanced at it.

Dementors and the Soul-Eating Curse are in a relationship where one is weak and the other is strong.

Unless all the Dementors are dead, there is no need to worry about the Soul-Eating Curse being broken.

With the soul away, John turned his attention to the golden cup.

"Hufflepuff's Golden Cup."

He opened the cover, but this time there was no movement from the golden cup.

It seems that he has become more honest.

"Gryffindor's sword is extremely sharp, Ravenclaw's diadem increases wisdom, and what about you, Hufflepuff's golden cup?"

John stared at the golden cup and slowly reached out to touch it.

The moment it touched, a powerful wave of magic power was released from the golden cup.

John's eyes flashed, and he was surrounded by more powerful magic.

The silver ring covers the right hand, and the magic crystal creates a magic magnetic field.

Thousands of black threads penetrated into the golden cup, and the shrill screams penetrated the soul.

John held his breath and concentrated, wrapping the gold cup in black silk.

"It's time for you to hand over this thing." John whispered.

Jin Bei screamed, "No, it's impossible, how could you!"

John waved his wand and brought the dementor's soul over.

The black threads were mixed with silver composed of soul fragments.

Each silver thread turned into an extremely sharp scalpel, cutting inside the golden cup.

The fragment of Voldemort in the golden cup resisted crazily. As the Dark Lord, his soul was still very aggressive even though it was divided.

John took a deep breath and his eyes became more focused.

"The soul is back."

His voice is strange and ethereal, and the ancient syllables make the soul tremble.

On top of the golden cup, a small green snake transformed into a handsome young man.

The young man was handsome, his hands and feet were held by black silk stockings, and a silver scalpel cut open his body that was stuck to the gold cup.

John said solemnly: "You, the soul, cannot compete with me."

The wand ignited the soul, and the silver soul turned into golden flames, burning towards the golden cup.

Those eyes turned into vertical pupils, seeing the essence through the golden cup.

More and more souls were ignited, and the screams on the golden cup became weaker and weaker.

John worked hard and dragged him out completely.

The little green snake turned into a wandering spirit and wanted to escape. John stretched out his wand to induce the spirit to turn into silk threads and drag it tightly.

As the screams and unwilling roars gradually became smaller, the soul fragment was dragged into an unknown space.

After doing all this, John couldn't help but fell weak again.

He fell heavily, the blood on his face quickly receded, and a flash of black flashed under his skin.

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Chapter 350 The strangeness between the Horcruxes

Wiltshire, Malfoy Manor.

In the past, white peacocks could be seen roaming the manor, but now they have disappeared.

The interior of the manor is very luxurious, with luxurious furniture, marble fireplaces, and gilded mirrors.

In the living room, the purple wallpaper gives it a more luxurious feel.

But now, that nobility has been replaced by gloom.

The fog lingering in Malfoy Manor has not lifted all year long.

No one knows how many extremely evil guys there are in this manor.

Lucius Malfoy sat timidly on the right side of the long table, and Lippi, whose pseudonym was Drogon, was lucky enough to sneak into one of the seats.

The Death Eaters who escaped Azkaban returned to their masters, but they also needed to withstand the pressure from Voldemort.

Voldemort was in a bad mood.

Everyone can see it.

The Dark Lord was in a dangerous state, and no one wanted to get into trouble.

Even Bieber, who is a die-hard fan, is the same.

They lowered their heads, not daring to look at that face.

"Who can tell me?" Voldemort said.

He turned his attention to Lucius and said, "Lucius, tell me what we need to do most."

Lucius trembled slightly, swallowed, and said with a trembling voice, "Master, we need to go to the Department of Mysteries to get that thing."

"You're wrong, Lucius."

Lucius trembled violently. Before the panic appeared on his face, he heard Voldemort say, "Only Harry Potter can take down that thing. We need Harry Potter."

All the Death Eaters listened to Voldemort.

Voldemort's voice became violent, "And that Johnny Silverhand who is against us!"

"He's like a bug in the gutter. I want to crush him all the time."

Voldemort was full of rage, and Lucius, who was closest to him, felt it was difficult to breathe.

"However," the anger suddenly disappeared, and Voldemort returned to normal and said, "after we get the thing in hand, we can crush the bug to death."

Set a strategic goal and take what's in the Department of Mysteries.

But how to lure Potter there?

Voldemort has the answer to this question.

He looked at the only person present who wasn't a Death Eater.

"Narcissa, I need you to do something for me."

Being stared at by those cold snake eyes, Narcissa felt a chill in her body, but she was not Lucius.

She nodded slowly.

The meeting was dissolved.

Lucius cast worried eyes on his wife, and Narcissa felt warm in her heart.

"You have to be careful." Lucius grabbed his wife's hand and whispered, "Don't disobey your master."

Coward.

Narcissa gave her husband a hard look.

After Lucius finished speaking, he looked back at Voldemort and left quickly with worry.

Needing to remain calm, Narcissa respectfully went over and obeyed Voldemort's command.

But just when Voldemort was about to speak, his expression changed.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Narcissa felt that Voldemort had briefly lost consciousness.

After waking up, Voldemort stumbled and held on to the table.

"Dark Lord?" Narcissa looked over.

Voldemort had doubts in his eyes, and he felt something leaving.

"This is the second time."

His expression was uncertain, and even he didn't know what was going on.

This has never happened before, it's too sudden.

He immediately thought of Horcruxes, but that was not the case.

Even if something happened to the Horcrux, it shouldn't be like this.

What happened?

"Who is the Golden Cup?" Voldemort suddenly felt uneasy.