hall.
John took the bread in one hand and put it in his mouth.
It's dry and has no other taste except a slightly stiff texture.
Malfoy went home, and Daphne was called back by Mr. Greengrass.
There are fewer people in Slytherin, and it feels much more deserted.
Heinrich spread the jam on the bread and placed it on John's left side.
"Don't you ask?" John glanced at Heinrich, not even a little surprised about what happened to his hand.
"In Durmstrang, there are often wizards who unknowingly make their bodies disabled."
Heinrich's golden eyes under his broken black hair were dull, and his pale and handsome face looked sickly.
Seemingly accustomed to this kind of thing, Heinrich sat down and consciously began to serve John.
John frowned and said, "We are friends, Heinrich."
Heinrich moved, his eyes covered by broken hair were dim and unclear, he shook his head and said: "To me, you are the bright light that Edgar has been pursuing throughout his life."
He said it seriously, and John was silent for a moment.
He originally thought that what Heinrich meant by following was just joining the Star Club, but now it seems that it is more than that.
"Then I'll leave my back to you."
John looked up, his face serious.
A smile appeared on Heinrich's sickly face. He put his right hand on his chest and said as if he was swearing: "Behind you, there will always be a shadow named Heinrich Edgar."
Named Shadow, pursues light.
John chuckled and said, "Even so, it doesn't stop us from being friends, right?"
Heinrich was slightly startled, and his heart warmed.
...
There is a price to pay for touching forbidden people.
An eye, an arm, a leg or... life.
In contrast, John's loss of taste does not seem to be that serious.
At least his handsome face and nose are there, right, Voldemort.
Professor Lupine wanted to enjoy this holiday, but John was a little more relaxed.
Because Lupine's eyes were very keen, John intuitively told John what Lupine had discovered.
After a tasteless breakfast, John headed to Snape's office.
Snape was convinced that John had found the werewolf, and it would be unreasonable for him not to give some explanation.
At the same time, John was also curious about why Professor Snape hated Lupine so much.
Even if you don't know their grudges, you can still feel the deep hatred.
It was almost as if he had robbed his wife.
Stopping at the door of Professor Snape's office, John knocked on the door.
After a while, the door was violently opened.
Professor Snape walked out with a gloomy face and sneered after seeing John.
This left John scratching his head.
Smart people don't need to communicate too much, so Snape made way for John to enter.
John walked in and the door behind was slammed shut.
Snape strode past with a straight face and stiffly uttered one word: "Sit."
His dean was in a bad mood, John thought about it, and it seemed that he had not been deducted points recently.
Sitting obediently, Professor Snape took out a bag from the drawer of the desk and spread it out like a walking bat.
There are various potion tools inside, but the most eye-catching one is the bottle of truth serum.
John's body tensed up and he said with a smile: "Professor, it's not necessary, is it?"
Snape glanced at him and sneered: "You are very strict, otherwise I shouldn't have heard any rumors for so long."
So you want to rinse my mouth with truth serum?
These words made John understand why he was angry. John scratched his head in embarrassment and asked, "Because of Professor Lupin?"
In a word, let the dean cool off for me.
John had speculated that his dean and Lu Ping might have had some grudges, but now it seemed that it was not just a small grudge, but a huge resentment.
Swallowing hard, John calmly stretched out his hand to roll up the tool bag.
When Snape found out, he slapped the back of his hand and took his hand back. John grimaced in pain.
"Professor, do you have a grudge against Professor Luping?" John asked doubtfully, as if he felt that his question was too straightforward. He added: "Ahem, the students have a pretty good sense of Professor Luping."
"Not bad? That hypocritical and ugly guy!"
When Snape said this, he almost squeezed it out from between his teeth.
He recalled those annoying Gryffindors.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin.
These four people formed a group and were most at odds with Snape.
Casting jinxes was common. Once, Snape almost died at the hands of Lupin.
At that time, werewolves did not have wolfsbane potion, so Lupine could only hide in a place where no one could go, and spend every full moon through the ordeal of transformation.
But once, Sirius Black deliberately introduced Snape into that room.
Although James Potter saved him in the end, Snape didn't think it was a rescue.
He thinks James is afraid of being expelled.
Faced with John's question, Snape's cheek twitched, he stared into John's eyes and said coldly: "What if the good professor you talk about was once involved in a murder?"
murder? !
John was shocked.
Remus Lupin?
In his impression, Lupin, whether in Johnny Silverhand or Hogwarts, seemed to have nothing to do with murder.
Judging from Snape's appearance, he didn't seem to want to talk about this past incident.
"He's a dangerous guy, John Wick," Snape said.
John was silent for a while, then faced the scrutinizing gaze without fear and said, "If this is the case, I know what I will do, but before that, I will investigate."
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?
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