Destiny changes quietly and unconsciously.
When Harry left, John's fingers kept tapping on the gold locket.
"Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, is it a coincidence?"
He closed his eyes in thought.
What a coincidence.
The two most difficult Horcruxes to find were sent to him by two boys at the end of July.
"Savior?"
John had heard the story of the Savior too many times.
To be precise, the first Horcrux to be destroyed was Harry's hand.
That diary was destroyed by Harry's sword.
According to the original trajectory of the story, Harry is the one who finally confronts the Dark Lord.
Then this Horcrux should be destroyed by Harry.
"Destiny is changing, about prophecies and more."
John opened his eyes. The locket contained a piece of Voldemort's soul.
Get it and John can confirm one thing.
"Horcruxes are no longer attractive to you, Tom."
Picking up the gold locket, John watched it swing in front of him.
Horcruxes are a stupid way to gain immortality by harming your own soul.
This is ridiculous.
The loss of soul causes far greater damage than immortality.
So after Voldemort saw the new path, he did not hesitate to abandon the stupid method.
"Although he is a powerful wizard, he is not a qualified alchemist."
John smiled slightly, "Exchange of equal value, but he wants to avoid the price."
Putting away the golden locket, John started Voldemort's doomsday timer.
Now that the last Horcrux was acquired, Voldemort's second chance was gone.
Voldemort's strength will be improved when his soul returns, so John doesn't think it is a bad deal to give him a powerful wand.
"But what happened at the Burrow reminded me that we need more strength to face those dark creatures."
The outline of a plan formed in John's mind.
The next day comes.
John went to class.
During Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid watched John tinker with his armor.
Speaking of which, John gave it to Hagrid.
Originally, the armor made by goblins was good-looking enough, but after John's tinkering, the armor looked like a treasure that only nobles could afford.
Golden lines ran through the silver armor, and Hagrid was stunned for a moment.
What Hagrid didn't expect was that before his plan to train Graup as an assistant had even begun, Graup became John's assistant.
John placed a wedge in the armor near the neck and gave orders to Grawp, who held a club of iron-wrapped wood.
"Smash it."
Grawp picked up the stick and struck it hard.
The ground was dusty, but there was only a dent in the armor.
John adjusted his posture and ordered Graup again.
Graup seemed to find joy in this boring work, with a smile on his big face.
By the end of this lesson, the large-scale armor belonging to Hagrid had only been engraved with less than one-tenth of the strange text.
"really weird."
Hagrid put the armor on to take a look, wiped the beard stuck on his collar and muttered: "It seems to have become lighter, I'm not sure."
I patted my belly and it made a "dang-dang" sound.
"That's a hard protective spell," John said, pointing to the font on it that Hagrid couldn't understand. "Every time you carve a seal, it becomes harder."
At first, John could carve the armor on his own, but later on, he needed Graup's power to complete it.
It's only one-tenth at the moment, but the hardness is already amazing.
Hagrid asked in confusion: "Why strengthen it? I mean, I want to wear it out?"
"There will come a day," John said casually, "Don't forget your responsibilities. Dangerous animals are still terrible wizards. There is no harm in having this."
Hagrid was convinced.
I never expected that one day, I would wear it and resist an army alone.
After strengthening the defense of the humanoid tank, John looked at the course schedule.
Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes.
Today's class must be very lively.
Sure enough, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
The students all discussed ways to deal with the Inferi.
After narrowly escaping from death, Sirius stopped competing with Snape for vindictiveness. He realized that the group of Inferi surrounding the Burrow might one day appear in Hogwarts.
What he can do is teach every lesson well so that when this happens, the students can escape.
Of course, the essential Gryffindor extra points will not be saved.
With Harry's experience dealing with the Inferi, Gryffindor gained 25 points.
Arrive at Potions class.
Harry seemed distracted, listening to Snape's occasionally sarcastic voice.
He kept flipping through the old "Advanced Potion Making", hoping to find out whether the emerald-colored potion John gave him could really detoxify.
Unfortunately, he didn't find it.
Harry, who had reached a kind of 'superstition' about this book, was uneasy.
The vial was taken to St Mungo's Hospital in the morning.
If there is something wrong with the medicine, or it doesn't work, I will feel very guilty.
Not even Snape's familiar sarcastic voice could stir his emotions at all.
Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor, almost deducting all the points from Defense Against the Dark Arts.
This lesson is about preparing an antidote based on the poison.
Because Harry was not in the mood to go to class, he randomly found a bezoar in the cabinet that could detoxify and handed it in. Snape described him as a chimpanzee who couldn't understand human speech.
Another 10 points disappeared.
When get out of class was over, Hermione and Ron found Harry who was not in a good state.
"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry poked absentmindedly three times without skewering the stubborn sausage.
"I went to see John."
As soon as he spoke, he heard the fork drop.
Hermione's eyes widened, desperate to know what was going on.
Ron chewed red sausage depressedly, "Brother, you won't ask him to do anything stupid, right?"
Harry couldn't help but feel angry. Do you think I am the kind of reckless man who doesn't care about anything?
He said angrily: "I went with Dumbledore."
Harry then told what he had done yesterday.
When he heard that Harry wanted to exchange the locket for the chance to save Mrs. Weasley, Ron was moved and said: "Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome, he didn't take the deal."
As soon as Harry said this, Ron said angrily: "He thinks my mother is not worth saving?"
"No, he told me that she was Percy's mother. He would not use his friends' relatives as bargaining chips in transactions." Harry quickly stabilized Ron, fearing that Ron would run over to find John.
Knowing that he was too excited, Ron closed his mouth and chewed the sausage honestly.
Finally, Harry revealed that he had changed his wand, causing Ron to complain: "You should have made him pay more."
"That's enough!" Hermione glared at Ron and said in a lonely and emotional tone, "John is still so gentle."
"I gave John's potion to the owl." Harry was worried about whether the potion would work.
"You should test the Spinka Revealing Charm." Ron muttered and was kicked from below by Hermione.
Ron made a gesture to zip his mouth.
Although he was worried, Harry would soon learn that his worries were unnecessary.
Bill from St. Mungo's Hospital wrote to tell them that Mrs. Weasley was fine.
Mrs. Weasley woke up refreshed, and the therapist told Bill that she had gotten too much sleep.
After losing their house, Mr. Weasley and his family temporarily lived in the Black Mansion.
Without the cursed painting, Blake's old house looked as clean as a haunted house.
Mrs. Weasley was full of energy and cleaned the old Black house from top to bottom.
Kreacher, who had been robbed of his job, was very dissatisfied.
The three little ones finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the news.
Ginny was also very happy.
Harry was stunned when he saw her jumping there.
In the end, it was Hermione who reminded him, so his mouth stopped drooling.
Harry held "Advanced Potion Making" and felt disappointed.
He found that the gap between himself and John was too big.
John's level is beyond what is recorded in this book.
And he still has to rely on this book of unknown origin to cheat.
Shame and humiliation washed over him, and Harry wanted to throw the book away.
But after thinking that the knowledge in the book not only improved his grades in Potions class, but also used a magic spell in it to save his godfather, he still chose to stay.
In a blink of an eye, time has entered February.
The snow around the school slowly melted, replaced by a cold and damp atmosphere.
Gray-purple clouds hung low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawn slippery, leaving muddy footprints one after another in the foyer and hallways.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
