After sitting there thinking for a while, John stood up and picked up "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".
"Maybe I can do it another way..." he murmured to himself.
His eyes fell on the gardener planting flowers by the garden. John walked over and said, "Very beautiful flowers."
"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are just covering up the rotting corpse in the soil." The gardener said lifelessly.
"Bright flowers bloom on the rotten and smelly soil," John chuckled. "Perhaps this is the meaning of sacrifice."
The gardener paused his hand, remained silent for a while and said, "Maybe that's right."
"Do you mind if I take one?" John asked.
The gardener said nothing. John walked over in the garden and broke off a rose.
Nodding slightly to the gardener, John left along the path.
The gardener standing there was holding a shovel in one hand and his empty sleeve in the other hand. He raised his head to reveal his pale face.
Barty Crouch Jr.
...
When John returned home, he saw that the number of people outside his home had changed from dozens to three people now.
One of them was the tall man whom I had met last time.
When they saw John coming back, they said respectfully, "Master."
Walking into the home, the couple was discussing whether to buy a new house.
"You lived well, why did you leave?"
John looked confused, and Watson rubbed his hands in embarrassment.
Mrs. Wick said: "There's no place to put the wizard's chess piece you sent."
It turned out to be this reason.
John looked at his father, and he knew it was his father's idea without even thinking.
Hua Sheng said confidently: "Why don't you buy it and not use it? It will cost a lot of money!"
"I don't think it's going to be more expensive than a house where you can store a wizard's chess set."
He glanced at his father with disdain. In fact, John had no requirements for where to live.
What's more important is that John has cast a lot of magic in this house. If he changes the house, it will need to be rearranged, which is very troublesome.
In front of his father, John shrunk the golden wizard chess pieces that were the same size as everyone else.
The old man screamed miserably, holding on to the king and refusing to let go.
The golden king also hugged Watson.
In Wizard's Chess, the king is most special because he takes the shape of Watson and can move around the chessboard.
"Honey, look at him quickly." Watson complained to Mrs. Wick.
Mrs. Wick felt a little in the way, and then she could see the golden Mrs. Wick walking down.
The golden king, who had refused to let go just now, immediately let go and was taken away by the golden queen.
Watson was isolated and helpless, and said without tears, "At least leave one for me."
The chess pieces were shrunk one by one and put into the chess box. John thought for a while, took out the golden king and silver king separately and threw them to the ground.
After the two kings, one gold and one silver, landed, they turned into adults and stood at the door.
Watson finally felt better and ran over to look at his handsome face.
The remaining chess pieces were put away by Watson as if they were treasures. Judging from his posture, it seemed that he wanted to throw the chess pieces down to see if they would grow bigger.
But it wasn't long before Mrs. Wick took it away.
Back in the attic, John sees Basil flying in.
As a messenger, Basil has been lacking in training recently.
Tom chased his tail, and when he saw Basil, he ran to chase after Basil, but was stunned by Basil's wing.
Opening the letter that Basil brought back, John scanned it. It was the school start notice and book list.
"Looks like Ozzie Heard has passed."
He glanced at the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook "Dark Arts, Defense, Guide", which is a textbook for Auror training.
Putting the letter down, John's badge vibrated slightly.
I tapped the badge to see if someone was sending a message or in a group chat.
Draco Malfoy: "I'm a Prefect!"
Daphne Greengrass: "How could it be you!"
Draco Malfoy: "?"
Daphne Greengrass: "Where's John? Why not John?"
Draco Malfoy: "You too?"
Daphne Greengrass: "Shut up!"
Cedric Diggory: "Is Draco the prefect in Slytherin? I thought it was definitely John. After all, Draco's popularity is not very suitable."
Draco Malfoy: "Hey, Cedric, have some respect for your prefects."
Cedric Diggory: "Sorry, I'm the president."
Draco Malfoy: "?"
Percy Weasley: "I really miss it, I used to be the guild president."
Draco Malfoy: "..."
Fleur Delacour: "Come on, I'm just a prefect, and I'm still a Beauxbatons warrior."
Neville Longbottom: "I wonder who the prefect is in Gryffindor."
Draco Malfoy: "Tch, it's not you anyway."
The group chat atmosphere became lively, and everyone was busier during the holidays.
John smiled, it seemed that Malfoy was not affected by Voldemort.
Fleur Delacour: "I got a job at Silver Hand Angel Investment, where there was a drawer of letters every day. It gave me a headache."
Percy Weasley: "There's always some little problem coming in from the office that makes me have to run around."
Neville Longbottom: "Many relatives came to my house. They were all celebrating Mom and Dad's awakening. Grandma was very happy."
Daphne Greengrass: "Astoria seems to be in love with someone recently, and an owl keeps flying into her room."
Draco Malfoy: "Ahem, for girls, it's normal to fall in love."
Daphne Greengrass: "But that owl looks familiar to me."
Draco Malfoy: "It's an illusion. It must be an illusion. The owls all look the same. How can you recognize them?"
Daphne Greengrass: "Okay."
...
Although we haven't seen each other for a while, the hub of stars connects everyone.
John turned off the stars and was in a good mood.
His eyes flickered across the books on the table, and his eyes darkened. It would be even more lively if everyone was there.
Basil suddenly became restless. John looked up and saw a snowy owl flying over the window.
It's Hedwig.
Holding down Basil who was about to fight with Hedwig, John picked up a small dried fish and stuffed it into Hedwig's mouth.
Hedwig looked at Basil provocatively, making Basil feel itchy in his wings.
Hedwig had come to deliver a message, not from Harry, but from Hermione.
Opening the letter, there was a long paragraph written on it.
Hermione felt sorry for Sirius, and they didn't know that the Muggle was Mr. Wick.
Also about Harry's trial, Mrs. Weasley cooked a lot of delicious food after returning.
Hermione became a prefect, and just like her was Ron.
"Everyone thought it would be Harry, even Mrs. Weasley thought so. She was so happy that she was going to have a party to celebrate."
"But something is wrong with Harry. I think he is frustrated. He feels that Dumbledore is avoiding him, maybe because he caused Dumbledore to lose his position, although we comforted him that Dumbledore would not think so. "
"By the way, have you read the new Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook? I haven't read this book at all. Tonks said this is a textbook for Auror training. The new professor may be very good."
Hermione wrote a long paragraph, saying that the events of the Order of the Phoenix had not affected their friendship.
John felt warmed by such trust and stuffed Hedwig with another small dried fish and asked her to wait.
Dumbledore made Hermione a prefect, which didn't surprise John at all.
After all, the Gryffindor who contributed the most bonus points was Hermione.
Let Ron be the prefect, John figured it out after thinking for a moment.
Based on Dumbledore's character, it was probably to build up Ron's self-confidence or something.
Ron was hit many times last year.
As the Weasley family of Iron Dumbledore, it is not strange to focus on training Ron.
Basil didn't know when he had already run to the table. When John turned his head, he immediately grabbed Hedwig's dried fish.
Hedwig resisted desperately, and the two snowy owls started fighting again.
Tom was barking at the dog below.
John took out his quill and began to write his reply.
After coming over to clean up the flying feathers on the table, John wrote a reply to Hermione.
After writing some trivial things, John paused on his pen.
He might have asked Hermione to look for the Horcruxes, but he hesitated.
"Forget it, let's find it ourselves."
He didn't want to take advantage of Hermione, who would be stuck in a decision-making process.
He and the Order of the Phoenix both had to fight for the ownership of the Horcruxes, so Hermione should be an outsider.
Handing the letter to Hedwig, John stuffed a small dried fish into its mouth, touched Hedwig's head, and whispered: "Give the letter to Hermione."
In return, John gave Hedwig five small dried fish in a bag.
Hedwig flew away contentedly.
Basil pecked John's finger angrily, and John piled the dried fish into a small mountain for him.
Tom walked around the room anxiously because it contained nothing.
Soon, it had the dog food and ate it so quickly that it accidentally chewed through the dog bowl.
...
John's reply came to 12 Grimmauld Place.
Hermione received this letter at a banquet celebrating Ron's becoming a prefect.
"See, John won't hurt you," Hermione said to Harry, pointing to the small dried fish that Hedwig had brought.
"Maybe he just likes Hedwig." Harry was very upset about John almost cutting off his godfather's hand.
Coupled with missing his prefect, Harry was in a bad mood.
Hermione said angrily: "John is not as bad as you think!"
With food in his mouth, Ron heard the two talking and said vaguely: "Everyone knows that John likes small animals."
Hermione glared at Ron with hatred. She had tried very hard to keep her two friends from getting into trouble. Could you, a foodie, please stop causing trouble?
"Hermione, it's not that serious." After swallowing the food, Ron said, "Harry just couldn't figure it out for the moment."
As her best friend and mother, Hermione could sense that something was wrong with Harry.
He had been acting like this since coming back from the trial, which worried Hermione.
Harry wasn't John, and if he were John, she wouldn't be worried about it.
Harry smiled reluctantly under Hermione's worried gaze.
Maybe it will be much better when school starts. m.
Harry glanced at the newspaper on the table. Dumbledore was taken back by the Wizengamot, and Dumbledore spoke about the return of Voldemort.
The outside world did not believe the news, and some people thought Dumbledore was insane.
For some reason, the Ministry of Magic has not expressed its stance.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
