Sitting there and thinking for a while, John got up and picked up the Tales of the Poet Bean.

"Maybe I can do it another way......" he muttered to himself.

His eyes fell on the gardener, who was planting flowers by the garden, and John walked over and said, "Pretty flowers." ”

"No matter how beautiful a flower is, it is only a cover for a rotting corpse in the dirt." The gardener is lifeless.

"Bright flowers bloom on rotten, stinking dirt," John chuckled, "and that's probably what sacrifice is all about." ”

The gardener's hand paused, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe it's right." ”

"Mind if I take one?" John asked.

The gardener did not speak, and John walked over in the garden and broke off a rose.

With a slight bow to the gardener, John walked off the path.

The gardener, standing in place, with a shovel in one hand and empty sleeves in the other, looked up to reveal his pale face.

Barty Crouch, Jr.

...

When he returned home, John saw that the number of people outside the house had changed from dozens at the beginning to three now.

One of them was the tall man we had seen each other again.

When they saw John return, they respectfully addressed the young master.

Walking into the house, the couple is discussing whether to buy a new house.

"Why did you leave?"

John looked puzzled, and Watson rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Mrs. Wick said, "There's nowhere to put the wizard's chess you sent. ”

It turned out to be this reason.

John looked at his father, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was his father's thoughts.

Hua said bluntly: "Otherwise, don't you need to buy 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 put a wizard's chess."

Glancing at his father with disdain, John didn't have any requirements for where to live.

What's more, this house has been cast a lot of magic by John, and if you change the house, it will need to be rearranged, which is very troublesome.

In front of his father, John shrunk the life-tall golden wizard chess.

The old man screamed miserably, holding the king alive and dead and refusing to let go.

The golden king also hugged Watson.

In wizard chess, the king is most special in that he adopts Watson's appearance and can also walk on the chessboard.

"Wife, look at him." Watson went to Mrs. Wick to complain.

Mrs. Wick felt that something was in the way, and then she could see Lady Golden Wick walking down.

The golden king, who was still dead and alive just now, immediately let go and was obediently taken away by the golden queen.

Watson was alone and wanted to cry without tears: "At least leave me one." ”

One by one, the pieces were shrunk into the chess box, and John thought about it, and took out the golden king and the silver king separately and threw them to the ground.

After the two kings, one gold and one silver, landed and turned back to the size of the people, they stood at the door.

Watson finally felt better, and ran over to take in his handsome face.

The rest of the chess pieces were put away by Watson as if they were treasures, and looking at his posture, it seemed that he wanted to throw the pieces down to see if they would get bigger.

However, it was not long before he was taken away by Mrs. Wick.

Back in the attic, John sees Basil fly in.

As a messenger, Basil has been lacking in exercise lately.

Tom chased after the tail and ran after Basil when he saw him, and was dazed by Basil's wings.

Opening the letter that Basil had brought back, John swept it over, and it was the start of school notice and the book list.

"Looks like Ozzy Heard has passed."

Glancing at the Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook, Dark Magic, Defense, Guide, which was the Auror training textbook.

Putting the letter down, John's badge shook slightly.

Knock on the badge, whether someone is sending a message or a group chat.

Draco Malfoy: "I'm a prefect!" ”

Daphne Greengrass: "How could it be you!" ”

Draco Malfoy: "? ”

Daphne Greengrass: "What about John, why wasn't John?" ”

Draco Malfoy: "Are you too?" ”

Daphne Greengrass: "Shut up! ”

Cedric Diggory: "Slytherin is Draco a prefect?" I thought it was definitely John, after all, Draco's popularity was not very suitable. ”

Draco Malfoy: "Hey, Cedric, be respectful to the prefects. ”

Cedric Diggory: "I'm sorry, I'm the president. ”

Draco Malfoy: "? ”

Percy Weasley: "I miss being president before. ”

Draco Malfoy: "......"

Fleur Delacour: "Come on, just a prefect, I'm still a Beauxbatons Warrior." ”

Neville Longbottom: "I don't know who the Gryffindor is. ”

Draco Malfoy: "Cut, it's not you anyway. ”

The group chat atmosphere became lively, and everyone was busy 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 I had a drawer of letters every day, and it gave me a headache. ”

Percy Weasley: "There's always a little problem in the office that makes me have to run around. ”

Neville Longbottom: "I have a lot of relatives in my house, and they're all celebrating Mom and Dad's awakening, and Grandma is very happy. ”

Daphne Greengrass: "Astoria seems to be in a relationship with someone lately, and there are owls flying into her room all the time. ”

Draco Malfoy: "Ahem, girls, it's normal to be in love." ”

Daphne Greengrass: "But I think the owl looks familiar. ”

Draco Malfoy: "Delusion, it must be an illusion, owls all look similar, where do you recognize them." ”

Daphne Greengrass: "Okay. ”

...

Although we haven't seen each other for a while, the Nexus of Stars binds everyone together.

John turned off the stars and was in a good mood.

His eyes swept over the books on the table, his eyes darkened, and if everyone was there, it would be even more lively.

Basil suddenly became agitated, and John looked up to see a snowy owl flying through the window.

It's Hedwig.

Holding down Basil, who was about to go over to fight Hedwig, John picked up a small dried fish and stuffed it into Hedwig's mouth.

Hedwig glanced at Basil defiantly, causing Basil to feel itchy wings.

Hedwig had come to deliver the letter, not Harry's, but Hermione.

I opened the letter and wrote a long paragraph on it.

Hermione was sorry for Sirius, they didn't know that the Muggle was Mr. Wick.

There's also about Harry's trial, and Mrs. Weasley cooking a lot of good food when he returns.

Hermione became a prefect, and like her was Ron.

"Everybody thought it was Harry, even Mrs. Weasley, and she was so happy that she was going to have a party to celebrate."

"But there's something wrong with Harry, I think he's lost, he thinks Dumbledore is avoiding him, probably because he hurt Dumbledore to lose his position, although we reassure him that Dumbledore won't think so."

"By the way, have you read the new Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook, I haven't read this book at all, Tonks said it's an Auror training textbook, and the new professor might be very good."

Hermione wrote a long paragraph that the events of the Order of the Phoenix did not affect their friendship.

John warmed his heart for the trust and stuffed Hedwig with another small dried fish, letting it wait.

John was not surprised that Dumbledore had made Hermione a prefect.

After all, it was Hermione who contributed the most points from Gryffindor.

Let Ron be the prefect, John thought for a moment and understood.

With Dumbledore's character, it is probably also to build Ron's self-confidence or something.

Ron has been hit quite a few times in the past year.

As the Weasley family of the Iron Dumbledore Party, it is not surprising that Ron should be focused on training.

Basil didn't know when he had already run to the table, and when he saw John turn his head, he immediately went to grab Hedwig's dried fish.

Hedwig resisted desperately, and the two snowy owls fought again.

Tom barked and cheered down below.

John took out his quill and began to write back.

Walking over to clean the feathers from the table, John wrote back to Hermione.

After writing down some trivial matters, John paused.

He might have asked Hermione to find the Horcruxes, but he hesitated.

"Forget it, let's find it yourself."

He didn't want to use Hermione, in that case, Hermione would be left in a choice.

The ownership of the Horcruxes, he and the Order of the Phoenix have to fight, let Hermione be an outsider.

Handing the letter to Hedwig, John stuffed it with a small dried fish in its mouth, touched Hedwig's head, and whispered, "Give the letter to Hermione." ”

In return, John gave Hedwig a bag of five small dried fish.

Hedwig flew away satisfied.

Basil angrily pecks John's fingers, and John piles the dried fish into a hill.

Tom anxiously circled the room because it had nothing.

Soon, it had dog food, and after eating it so quickly, it accidentally bit through the dog basin.

...

John's reply came to 12 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione received the letter at a banquet celebrating Ron's becoming prefect.

"Look, John won't hurt you." Hermione said to Harry, gesturing to the dried fish that Hedwig had brought.

"Maybe he just likes Hedwig." Harry was haunted by John for nearly cutting off his godfather's hand.

This, coupled with missing out on the prefect, made Harry feel bad.

Hermione said angrily, "John is not as bad as you think!" ”

Ron stuffed food into his mouth, 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 falling into conflict, you foodie, could you not make a mess!

"Hermione, it's not that serious." Swallowing the food, Ron said, "Harry just couldn't figure it out for a moment. ”

As a best friend and mother, Hermione could sense that something was wrong with Harry.

He's been like this since he's back from trial, much to Hermione's concern.

Harry wasn't John, and if it was, she wouldn't be worried.

Harry smiled reluctantly at Hermione's worried gaze.

When school starts, it may be much better. m.

Harry glanced at the newspaper on his desk, Dumbledore's revocation of his position by the Wizengamot, and Dumbledore's remarks about Voldemort's return.

The outside world did not believe the news, and some people thought that Dumbledore was insane.

The Ministry of Magic, out of some kind of thought, has not taken a stand.

...

Some people died, but not completely......