February.

Malfoy went to provoke Harry every day.

The Stars Club is running as usual.

The Dumbledore Army continued to train.

Everything seems to continue to be in order.

Umbridge made Hogwarts discipline so tense that even the faculty chose not to speak in the faculty lounge.

Professors McGonagall, Flitsch, and Sprout speak in front of the Charms classroom, and the various students in the castle are bitter for a long time.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore still won't show up.

This was a good thing for John.

Ozzy Heard walked irritably down the hallway, still holding a pack of cigarettes, trying to find a place to satisfy his craving.

On the way, students greeted her, and she responded perfunctorily.

The next trip to Hogsmeade is scheduled for Valentine's Day, and it is a place where the different love values of the West and the East can be seen.

At the age of the Celestial Empire, let alone Valentine's Day, it is a question of whether your legs can be saved.

Hogwarts encouraged this kind of early love, and once Lockhart had a Valentine's Day confession event, but no one stopped it.

Neville meets Luna on the way, a girl full of quirks that leaves Neville a little at a loss.

"What are you holding?" Luna's trance-like appearance makes it feel like she doesn't know where to run.

"It's a sword," Neville scratched his head and walked with Luna, curious, "Where are you going?" ”

"emmm......" Luna didn't say where she went.

She promised to keep it secret.

It's just that it's easy to misunderstand, Neville felt that he was too troubled, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Speaking of which, Neville was the only one in the dormitory who hadn't joined Dumbledore's Army, and he hadn't been in the pub when it was first created.

With the Sword of Mavolo in hand, Neville made his way to the eighth floor.

He turned in the other direction, and Luna hopped up to a door to enter.

Neville looked back, and Luna was gone.

Intrigued, he walked past a large tapestry and then turned back to pause.

He couldn't remember when there was a door here.

After stopping for a while, he was ready to go over and have a look.

With his hand on the door, he looked down and the red gem lit up.

"What is this place?" Neville was startled and wanted to go inside.

The door began to disappear, and the door turned into a wall.

Neville was stunned for a moment, the red light dimming.

"Just like in St. Mungo." Neville looked at the gem on his sword, then at the vanished door.

He felt like he was about to find it.

Although John did not tell him what to look for.

But there seems to be a guide in the dark.

He paused for a moment before leaving.

...

John's research stalled, and he swept the parchment off the table and sat there rubbing his brow.

"This curse is different from the blood curse, which is devouring, and it is destruction."

Picked up a piece of parchment, which was written and altered, repeated many times.

Neither he nor Daphne told Astoria how serious the inspection was, and John put the parchment in an envelope, called Basil and said, "Send it to Damo Alex." ”

Basil eats a small dried fish, picks up the letter and flies away.

"I need a change of mood." Talking to himself, John walked out of the bedroom.

He passed by the common room, where Malfoy was playing Goyle and Crabbe with Goyle.

This thing will spray a foul-smelling gas at the losing side, and Goyle stinks and looks like he has lost many times.

The Slytherin Quidditch team had a rare break, and a group of people gathered to relax.

John walked out of the lounge and down the corridor.

He didn't have any purpose, just to get some fresh air and find inspiration.

As he walked, he came to the covered bridge.

This is a place where very few people come over.

He leaned on the covered bridge, and his whole mind was empty.

There are still some benefits to being at Hogwarts.

For example, he is not afraid of a sudden attack here.

Although there is an unconscious Umbridge this year, the style of study is improving.

At least there aren't so many desertions in class.

Feeling the wet wind blowing across the bridge, John looked down at the water below.

In his first year, he took a boat from below to Hogwarts.

"It feels like a long time." A hint of tiredness flashed under his eyes.

Looking up, a barn owl flew over.

The owl stopped at the handrail of the covered bridge and handed a letter to John.

After everything was done, the owl flew and quickly disappeared.

"No signature?"

John stared at the envelope.

The envelope is black, and almost no one will pass an epistle in this color.

After checking it to make sure there were no curses or other spells attached, John turned it on.

Inside is a small card with only one sentence on it.

"Born to die."

John's pupils constricted as he stared at the card.

He took out his wand and pointed it at the card.

"Manifest."

Looking at the card, under the magic, the card did not change in the slightest.

John took a deep breath, his fingers holding the card trembling slightly.

"Who the hell is it?" He looked at the words on the card, and an idea came to him.

Who sent this unsigned letter?

He thought about what he had planned.

Excluding a few insiders, John wanted a glass of water at this time to sober himself up.

Solemnly putting the card in his pocket, he stared into the distance.

"There are some things that you need to try even if you know you can't do it."

The black envelope floats to the surface of the water, floats for a while, and then sinks into the water.

John's ears rang with a blast of fairy music, and a phoenix came to him with an envelope.

"Dumbledore."

The only one who could summon the phoenix was John, and John opened the letter with a look of jealousy in his eyes.

"I wish we could meet in person, and the mantra is: Zizi Honey Candy."

Dumbledore extended the invitation, and John looked at the 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 Fawkes's feathers and chuckled, "Why not?" ”

Fawkes received a reply and got up and flew away.

John watched Fawkes walk away, his palm open, and there was a feather lying there.

He slipped his hands into his pockets without changing his face, Dumbledore was going to talk to him, and he expected that this would come one day.

Dumbledore was so calm that he thought that before Christmas, Dumbledore would be tempted to look for him.

Walking up to the fifth floor, the ugly stone beast was crouching there.

John leaned over and said, "Honey candy." ”

The stone beast leaps to the side, revealing a passageway.

Walking in, up the spiral staircase, he came to the principal's office.

There was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore's voice was heard inside.

"Come in."

Pushing the door in, I saw the portraits of the previous principals on the wall.

"Look who's coming, the best Slytherin one." Principal Phineas shouted.

As a Slytherin-born headmaster, he throws a friendly smile at John.

Although these portraits are not of the person, they have the magic of the person, and they are basically the same as the person.

Phineas was proud of John's excellence.

Dumbledore looked up in front of the silverware, and Fawkes had returned, sitting on the perch, the Sorting Hat without eyes, but it made John feel like it was looking at him.

"John." Dumbledore tapped the silver instrument, and the smoke dissipated from it.

He walked over to the desk and stretched out his palm to invite, "Please be seated, you haven't been here in a while." ”

John watched Dumbledore sit down, the last time he came here to steal the time turner.

But he failed that time.

Dumbledore could have fired John, but he hadn't.

Overflowing mercy.

John sneered.

He sat down at his desk, his gaze shifting to something on the table, his expression stunned.

"I think we should talk."

Dumbledore kept an eye on John's expression and said kindly, "Albus Dumbledore and John Wick." ”

"It's not the principal and the students, it's not the elders, it's just an equal dialogue between friends."

He unleashed full kindness and sincerity.

John finally looked up at Dumbledore, and his old face seemed to grow older.

Dumbledore wanted to make the atmosphere less dry, jokingly saying, "Valentine's Day is coming, and the school doesn't say it explicitly, but it doesn't resist students falling in love." ”

As he spoke, he winked mischievously at John, "I think the love letters confessing to you are about to fill your drawer." ”

"Thank you for your concern," John said calmly with an unchanging face, "I guess you must have received too many love letters before." ”

"Maybe so," Dumbledore was rather shameless.

It seems like a wrong choice to cut in on the things of adolescent boys.

Dumbledore looked deeply at John and kindly asked, "John, have you found something about ...... Voldemort's secret? ”

"Huh?" John swept the silver instrument without a trace, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"Do you remember what I told you?" Dumbledore said with memories in his eyes, "I said you were a Slytherin. ”

"I found out I seemed wrong, though." Dumbledore looked at John, shook his head and said, "You're not just a Slytherin, you have this Gryffindor quality. ”

"Sometimes, even I make mistakes, and here," Dumbledore stood up and bowed to John, "I apologize to you. ”

"Because of the stupidity of a foolish old man, the students who should have been treated fairly were wronged."

John's expression changed several times as Dumbledore bowed his head.

As if shocked, Dumbledore simply admitted his mistake.

Dumbledore pushed the thing on the table forward, the golden chain grinding against the table with a screeching sound.

"Magic is not everything, John."

Time Converter.

What he didn't get when he sneaked into the office was easily sent to Dumbledore at the moment.

Dumbledore said earnestly, "You are different from Voldemort, you have everything he does not have, you have the most mysterious power in this world...... Love. ”

Staring at the golden hourglass, the corners of John's mouth showed a smile that didn't know whether it was self-deprecating or bitter.

He reached out and touched the time-turner, feeling the reality in the palm of his hand.

He took a deep breath and restrained his surging emotions.

"Dumbledore," John looked Dumbledore in the eye, "tell me, do you regret it?" ”

Without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, John said to himself, "Unfortunately, I won't regret it." ”

He grinned, a little grim.

"Because I'm a Slytherin, I have revenge."

His words fell.

A dozen owls flew into the principal's office with a large number of letters.

Dumbledore picked one up and opened it, and he looked up at John in disbelief.

"Gringotts exploded."

...

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