"I can't believe you would say such a thing!"
After class, Hermione found her useless son.
Harry frowned and said, "I'm right."
"You actually mentioned the death of Heinrich Edgar in front of John!" Hermione said angrily, "You knew he was sad."
"Is he sad?" Harry said, "I can't see it. If he was really sad, he wouldn't not contradict Umbridge."
Now even Ron thought Harry was crazy. He looked around hurriedly and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense!" Harry became more and more enthusiastic. "He didn't do anything, right."
"Harry, something is wrong with you." Hermione frowned. She noticed that something was wrong with Harry and said seriously, "You should go find Dumbledore."
"He won't want to see me." Harry was in a strange mood. After saying this, he left irritably.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him? Is he still angry?"
He thought Harry was angry at him for hiding things about the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione stared at Harry's back, and she felt something was wrong.
After Harry walked some distance away, he felt irritable and had a headache.
It happened that at this time Peeves made up a song to scold him without opening his eyes.
Fidgety, fidgety, fidgety!
Harry clenched his fists, angry.
He didn't notice that not far away, John was holding a sword in his hand.
Looking at the red light above, a strange color flashed in John's eyes.
Putting Marvolo's Sword back into the small bag, he watched Harry punch the air.
"The influence of Horcruxes."
Glancing at Harry, John turned and left.
Stopping Malfoy who was about to punch Harry, John calmed down and said, "Draco, do something for me."
Malfoy had a sullen face, and John saw Neville chasing after him, and took the two away.
...
library.
John found a seat and sat down casually.
Not long after, Hermione arrived.
Seeing John, she breathed a subtle sigh of relief.
"John," greeting John, Hermione came over and sat down.
She caught a glimpse of the gilded black leather cover on the table.
"You read the story collection?" Hermione was a little surprised. It was rare to see John reading these books.
John closed the book calmly and said calmly, "Some stories contain different revelations."
Looking at Hermione, John chuckled: "For Harry?"
Hermione was a little embarrassed, nodded and said, "Harry wasn't like this before, but recently he..."
"Hermione," John said quietly, "I don't want to know what happened to him."
"Okay," Hermione said a little disappointed.
Tom slipped into the library from outside, and everyone seemed to be used to it.
Coming to the feet, Tom saw Hermione and stuck out his tongue happily.
Hermione was in a better mood, and suddenly remembered Tom's teeth that could bite people into rabies, and the hand she handed over froze.
"What happened to Tom's teeth?" she asked.
John said casually, "Maybe I ate the wrong thing."
Tom whined resentfully, indicating that he didn't eat randomly.
It was a rare occasion for Hermione to sit down with John, and it felt like she was back in first grade.
"You've changed a lot," Hermione sat looking at John.
John was taller and thinner.
His cheeks were sunken at some point.
Hermione remembered that John ate a lot.
"You didn't eat well?" she asked.
John flipped through the book, his fingers paused slightly, and there was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
It was like an illusion. Hermione was watching, and John had regained his composure.
"It's just that there have been some changes." John chuckled, "You have changed too, haven't you."
"Me?" Hermione wondered.
John said matter-of-factly: "Your hair used to be messy."
"Shut up, don't mention it." Hermione couldn't help but blush when she thought of the messy hair before, and said angrily: "I still remember when we first met, you said I had big teeth."
She smiles through her teeth now, but she still feels brooding about the incident.
John smiled and said, "Yeah, who would have thought, time flies so fast."
From the time I first entered Station Nine and Three-Quarters, I am now in fifth grade.
The two of them sat together from the beginning, but now they see each other less often.
"John, what are you..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and asked, "Dumbledore and Snape seem to have a strange attitude toward you."
She is a clever witch who is always good at discovering something.
For example, Snape and Lupine's strange attitude towards John in Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore.
On the day of their third year, they went to see Dumbledore together.
Dumbledore's attitude toward John was strange.
Like... a time turner.
Why didn't Dumbledore give it to John?
She felt that there should be more than one, judging from a girl's intuition.
Also, the song that opens the House Hat.
Does it imply something?
Nearly Headless Nick said that the Sorting Hat might have heard something in the principal's office.
What happened between them?
Hermione was a little uneasy, a situation she didn't want to happen.
Either Harry or John.
They are all their friends.
The people caught in the middle are the most difficult.
John put down his book and looked at Hermione seriously.
"Hermione, if one day you need to choose between me and Harry, what will you do?"
This question made Hermione's heart tremble.
She said with difficulty, "No, I mean such a thing, it can't be, right?"
She wished John would tell her it was a joke.
Although she had discovered John's changes in Harry and Ron, Hermione still wanted to be willful.
The only thing that responded to her was John's focused and serious expression.
Hermione was panicking for no reason.
Hermione forced a smile and said, "There won't be such a thing, right? You won't hurt Harry."
As she spoke, John said, "What if Harry hurts me?"
"No, Harry absolutely won't." Hermione shook her head repeatedly.
"John." Hermione called John, her first good friend.
"I promise you I won't hurt Harry." John put his hand into the small bag and rummaged around inside.
After waiting for a while, he took out a ring and a Whomping Willow amulet from his small bag.
"This is?"
"Your birthday present."
As if what just happened didn't happen, John handed the things to Hermione and said easily, "Some magic props can protect you at certain times."
"Okay, I like it."
Hermione pursed her lips and took the thing.
She looked at the valuable ring and felt inexplicably empty.
She asked hesitantly, "You won't..."
"I won't hurt Harry." John's eyes penetrated into Hermione's heart.
"I promise." John said seriously.
Hermione nodded to express her belief, turned and left the library.
After she left, John reopened the collection of stories.
His eyes were blank and he didn't read what was written on it.
He twirled a card on his finger.
On the card, there is a symbol of an eye, and a thin layer of fluorescence flows around the symbol.
This is a card given by Trelawney in the third grade. It has an ancient magic card that can help her predict once.
Third Eye Card.
John ran his fingers over the words in the story collection, and finally stopped at 'Death'.
"The Deathly Hallows."
Staring deeply with his eyes, he rubbed his fingers back and forth, as if he wanted to take out what was inside.
...
Malfoy and Neville walked together, and Malfoy finally calmed down.
He looked at his right hand and gave Neville a proud look.
Neville was helpless. He held a long object wrapped in cloth in his hand, and he held the end with the cross.
He used this thing like a cane and looked down from time to time to see if the exposed red gem was shining.
The two were walking around Hogwarts, and some people saw the combination very strangely.
When Harry returned to the common room, he happened to see the Weasley twins preparing a large box of things to be sent out.
"What is this?" Harry stared at the box.
George, one of the Weasley twins, said, "Some sweets, we're going to send them out for testing."
Fred said, "Originally we wanted to ask junior students to test, but there are more professional people at Silver Hand Angel Investment."
George and Fred have their future mapped out.
When they graduate, they will go directly to Diagon Alley to become the owners of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. 33
As their financial backers, Silver Hand Angel Investment needs to check quality.
They once said that if this thing is not tested on humans, the effectiveness may be different.
But the person in charge gave them a mysterious smile to reassure them.
Silver Hand Angel Investment has its own medicine jar.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
