Dumbledore's office.
The door was pushed open out of thin air.
The silverware was puffing out smoke, and the Sorting Hat seemed to be asleep.
Fox, who had risen from the ashes, looked up and saw no one.
Beside the table, the drawers were opened.
A second before he was about to get the time turner, a voice sounded.
"John."
There was no doubt in the old voice.
It's Dumbledore.
He is back.
Dumbledore, who came back from the school hospital, looked at that position, his eyes flashing tiredly behind his half-moon lenses.
"John, you can't do it," he sighed: "Death cannot be reversed. Even if you get a time turner, you can't change this thing."
The movement next to the desk stopped, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.
This time John was not wearing a mask, he just looked at Dumbledore quietly.
"You knew I was coming over?"
"Yes." Dumbledore walked in. He looked at John with a complicated expression, "Paranoid pursuit will only lead you astray."
John was silent for a long time, holding the wand tightly in his hand under his sleeve.
"Put it down, John."
Dumbledore approached and said gently: "Any magic has a price."
He hoped that John would return from his lost ways. As long as he did not touch the taboos, his soul would still be pure.
But John said: "I remember you said that I was the person most like Slytherin."
He stared at Dumbledore's old face and suddenly smiled.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"I once trusted you so much, and I hope to study well under your protection."
John's laughter was a bit harsh, causing Dumbledore to gradually fall silent.
"But you have never trusted me, never!"
John shouted the last words.
His eyes were cold, as if he were looking at a stranger.
"Mundungus, is he yours?"
John sneered: "When did you start to suspect that Johnny Silverhand was me?"
"Bar." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "The Pig's Head Bar is opened by my brother."
"I see."
John suddenly realized why Dumbledore seemed to be suspicious of him since the third year.
I see.
That's right, the famous Johnny Silverhand appeared in Hogsmeade and secretly met with people.
With Dumbledore's wisdom, it's not surprising that he guessed some.
"Dumbledore, Dumbledore." John said with a mocking look on his face: "Since you never trust me, don't restrain me with that kind of false concern."
“I don’t care if you want to create a savior or plot against others.
But don't expect me to be like a dog and listen carefully to your instructions. "
John showed no mercy, something he had not dared to do before.
His condition today is scary. m.
Beneath the calm exterior lies madness.
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, Lytlin was never 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.
More details needed to be told by Cedric.
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.
. . .
Some people died, but not completely...
