February.
Malfoy often provokes Harry.
Star Club is still operating as usual.
Dumbledore's Army continues to train.
Everything seemed to continue to be in order.
Umbridge made the discipline of Hogwarts so tense that later on, even the staff chose not to talk in the staff room.
Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout were talking in front of the Charms classroom. The students in the castle had been suffering from Umbridge for a long time.
It's a pity that Dumbledore still won't show up.
This is a good thing for John.
Ozzie Hilde walked down the corridor irritably, holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand, looking for a place to satisfy his craving.
Students greeted her on the street, but she responded perfunctorily.
The next trip to Hogsmeade is scheduled for Valentine's Day. From here we can see the different love values in the West and the East.
If you were at Tianchao's age, let alone Valentine's Day, it would be a question of whether you could save your legs.
However, Hogwarts encourages this kind of premature love behavior. Once Lockhart held a Valentine's Day confession event and no one stopped him.
Neville met Luna on the road. This strange girl made Neville a little at a loss.
"What are you holding?" Luna's dazed look made people feel like her attention was lost.
"This is a sword," Neville scratched his head, walked together with Luna, and asked curiously: "Where are you going?"
"emmm..." Luna didn't say where she was going.
She promised to keep it secret.
It's just that it's easy for people to misunderstand. Neville felt that he was being troublesome and apologized quickly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do it."
Speaking of which, Neville was the only person in the dormitory who had not joined Dumbledore's Army. He had not appeared in the bar when it was first created.
Holding the Sword of Marvolo, Neville came to the eighth floor.
He turned in the other direction and Luna bounded over to a door and entered.
Neville looked back and Luna was gone.
Curious in his heart, he walked past a huge tapestry and then turned back to stop.
He couldn't remember when there had been a door here.
After staying for a while, he was ready to go over and take a look.
Putting his hand on the door, he looked down and saw that the red gem lit up.
"What is this place?" Neville was startled and wanted to go in.
The door began to disappear, the door turned into a wall.
Neville was stunned for a while, and the red light dimmed.
"Just like St. Mungo's." Neville looked at the gem on the sword and then at the disappearing door.
He felt like he was close to finding it.
Although John didn't tell him what he was looking for.
But there seems to be guidance somewhere.
He paused for a moment and then left.
...
John's research came to a standstill. He swept the parchment off the table and sat there rubbing his brows.
"This kind of curse is different from the blood curse. The blood curse is devouring, while it is destruction."
Picking up a piece of parchment, I wrote and corrected it many times.
Neither he nor Daphne told Astoria how serious the inspection was. John put the parchment into an envelope, called Basil and said, "Send it to Damo Alex."
Basil ate a small dried fish, picked up the letter and flew away.
"I need to change my mood." John said to himself and walked out of the dormitory.
He passed the common room, where Malfoy was playing Gobstone with Goyle and Crabbe.
This thing would spray a foul-smelling gas at the losing side. Goyle smelled like he had lost many times.
The Slytherin Quidditch team took a rare break and a group of people gathered together to relax.
John came out of the lounge and walked along the corridor.
He had no purpose other than to come out to get some fresh air and find inspiration.
As he walked, he came to the covered bridge.
Very few people come to this place.
He leaned on the covered bridge, his mind completely empty.
There are some benefits to being at Hogwarts.
For example, he is not afraid of sudden attacks here.
Although there is an uneasy Umbridge this year, the academic style is developing for the better.
At least there aren't so many distractions during class.
Feeling the moist wind blowing against his face from the covered bridge, John lowered his head and looked at the water below.
It was from below that he took the boat to Hogwarts in his first year.
"It feels like a long time has passed." There was a hint of fatigue under his eyes.
Looking up, a barn owl flew over.
The owl stopped at the railing of the covered bridge and handed a letter to John.
After everything was done, the owl flew up and disappeared quickly.
"No signature?"
John stared at the envelope.
The envelope was black, a color few people would use to deliver letters.
After checking to make sure there was no curse or other magic attached, John opened it.
Inside was a small card with only one sentence on it.
"Live to die."
John's pupils narrowed as he stared at the card.
He took out his wand and pointed it at the card.
"Appear."
Staring at the card, the card did not change at all under the magic.
John took a deep breath, his fingers holding the card trembling.
"Who is it?" He looked at the words on the card and an idea came to his mind.
Who sent this letter without any signature?
He thought about what he was planning.
After excluding a few insiders, John wanted a glass of water to sober himself up.
Putting the card solemnly into his pocket, he stared into the distance.
“There are some things that you need to try even though you know you can’t.”
The black envelope floated to the surface, floated for a while and then sank.
A burst of fairy music sounded in John's ears, and a phoenix came to him with an envelope.
"Dumbledore."
There was only one person who could summon the phoenix. Fear flashed in John's eyes as he opened the letter.
"I hope we can meet each other. The password is: Zizi Honey Candy."
Dumbledore extended the invitation, and John glanced at Phoenix, who was also looking at John.
Tilting his head, Phoenix Fox waited for John's reply.
The letter burned in his hand, and John reached out and touched Fox's feathers, chuckling: "Why not?"
Fox received the reply, got up and flew away.
John watched Fox go away. He opened his hand and there was a feather lying there.
He put his hands into his pockets without changing his expression. Dumbledore wanted to talk to him, and he had expected this day.
Dumbledore was really calm. He thought that Dumbledore would not be able to resist looking for him before Christmas.
Walking to the fifth floor, the ugly stone beast squatted there.
John leaned over and said, "Sizzling honey candy."
The stone beast jumped aside, revealing a passage.
After walking in and going up the spiral staircase, he came to the principal's office.
Knocking on the door, Dumbledore's voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Pushing the door open and entering, I looked at the portraits of previous principals on the wall.
"Look who's here, the best in Slytherin." Headmaster Phineas shouted.
As the Slytherin-born headmaster, he gave John a friendly smile.
Although these portraits are not of themselves, they have their own magic power and are basically the same as their own personalities.
Phineas was proud of John's excellence.
Dumbledore raised his head in front of the silverware. Fawkes had returned here, staying on the perch. The Sorting Hat had no eyes, but John felt that it was looking at him.
"John." Dumbledore tapped the silver instrument, and the smoke dissipated.
He walked over to the desk and extended his palm to invite, "Please sit down, you haven't been here for a while."
John watched Dumbledore sit down with cold eyes. The last time he came here was to steal the time turner.
But he failed that time.
Dumbledore could actually fire John, but he didn't.
Overflowing compassion.
John scoffed.
He came to the desk and sat down, his eyes shifted to something on the table with a look of astonishment.
"I think we should talk."
Dumbledore kept paying attention to John's expression and said kindly, "Albus Dumbledore and John Wick."
"It's not the principal and the students, nor the elders, it's just an equal dialogue between friends."
He unleashed full kindness and sincerity.
John finally looked up at Dumbledore, and that old face seemed to become even older.
Dumbledore wanted to make the atmosphere less rigid and said jokingly, "Valentine's Day is coming soon. The school has not stated it clearly, but it does not object to students falling in love."
As he spoke, he winked mischievously at John, "I think your drawers will soon be filled with love letters expressing my love to you."
"Thank you for your concern," John said calmly without changing his expression, "I guess you must have received too many love letters before."
"Maybe so," Dumbledore said rather shamelessly.
It seems to be a wrong choice to focus on the issues of adolescent boys.
Dumbledore looked at John deeply and asked kindly, "John, have you discovered some secrets about...Voldemort?"
"Huh?" John glanced at the silver instrument without trace, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you referring to?"
"Do you remember what I told you?" Dumbledore said with memories in his eyes, "I said at that time that you were a Slytherin."
"However, I find that I seem to be wrong." Dumbledore looked at John, shook his head and said, "You are not just a Slytherin, you also have the qualities of a Gryffindor."
"Sometimes, even I make some mistakes. Here," Dumbledore stood up and bowed his head to John, "I apologize to you."
"Because of the stupidity of a confused old man, students who should have been treated fairly have been wronged."
John's expression changed several times as Dumbledore lowered his head.
As if shocked, Dumbledore simply admitted his mistake.
Dumbledore pushed the thing on the table forward, and the golden chain made a sharp sound as it rubbed against the table.
"Magic is not omnipotent, John."
Time converter.
What he didn't get by sneaking into the office was easily delivered to him by Dumbledore at this moment.
Dumbledore said earnestly, "You are different from Voldemort. You have everything that he does not have. You have the most mysterious power in the world...love."
Staring at the golden hourglass, a smile appeared on John's lips that was either self-deprecating or bitter.
He reached out and touched the time turner, feeling the reality in his palm.
He took a deep breath to control his surging emotions.
"Dumbledore," John looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes, "tell me, do you regret it?"
Without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, John said to himself, "It's a pity that I won't regret it."
He grinned, a bit sinisterly.
"Because I am a Slytherin, and I must avenge myself."
His words trailed off.
A dozen owls flew into the principal's office carrying a large number of letters.
Dumbledore picked up one and opened it. He looked up at John in disbelief.
"The Gringotts explosion."
...
Some people died, but not completely...
