There were very few meetings with John during this time, and after seeing them again, Hermione greeted them familiarly.

"Hello, John," Hermione said with a slight red on her face, and don't get me wrong, she was running.

Seeing her like this, John asked with concern, "Are you alright, Hermione, do you need a break?" ”

"No, uh, I mean thanks, no more." Hermione couldn't help but curse the twins.

was forced to go to Liangshan now, so she didn't know how to speak.

Seeing her hesitation, John was even more strange.

He didn't know what to do with himself, so he had to say, "George said that you have something important to look for me, if I can help." ”

As long as he can, it's okay for John to do him a favor.

Hermione knew this, too, and when she thought of Harry, she said, "It's not me, it's Harry." ”

"Harry?" John asked.

"Harry wants to borrow the fire in the Slytherin common room, I want to ......" Hermione wanted to borrow it too.

John said apologetically, "If it's a fire, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned.

John went on to say, "There's something wrong with the Slytherin fire. ”

Gone wrong with the Slytherin fire?

That's not a lie, and John knew about it not long ago.

The furnace fire has been modified, only with one more monitor.

It's hidden.

John immediately knew who was doing it, and it was most likely Pansy's little boyfriend.

The child was connected to the outside through the fire.

Coupled with lending it to Harry, John didn't feel the need for it.

Hermione also felt that it was very unfortunate, and there was a problem, so she had to change the way.

"Alright then," Hermione didn't think John was going to lie to her, but talked about career coaching, "John, what did you choose?" ”

John leaned against the handrail of the covered bridge, the wind blowing through his cheeks and hair, and said casually, "What do you choose?" ”

"I'm still hesitating," Hermione said after a moment of thought when she and John weren't so guarded, "I want to go to the Ministry of Magic." ”

"That's good, too, maybe you can become Minister of Magic." John said with a smirk.

Hermione felt like he was joking at herself, but she felt that there was a convincing power in her words.

"Never say you can't, Hermione Granger." John looked into the distance.

Hermione heard this and looked at John again.

The wind blew the black hair, making the young man show his thin cheeks, his eyebrows and eyes looking into the distance, and his thin lips were pale in blood, like a gust of wind that could be blown away.

At that moment, John seemed to become distant and ethereal.

"It's time for me to go, Hermione," John chuckled as he looked down at Hermione in a daze, "I wish you a good grade on the .l. exam." ”

When Hermione came back to her senses, she realized that she had been watching for a while, and she was a little embarrassed, but when it came to the results, she said with a fighting spirit, "I'm going to surpass you this time." ”

"Haha, come on, Hermione."

John walked towards the castle and waved his hand with his back to Hermione.

Hermione looked at the back and asked, "John, we're always going to be good friends, right?" ”

John paused, tilted his head sideways to reveal his handsome face, and the corners of his mouth hooked, "It should be." ”

Hermione stood there watching John leave.

When Malfoy saw John, he took the book and complained, "This thing is really not something that ordinary people can see. ”

"If you don't want to be called in by Snape to make up for it." John glanced at him and said indifferently, "You can think about Harry." ”

Malfoy had heard that Harry had been called in for a one-man tutoring because of his poor grades in Potions, and even though Snape was his headmaster, he had no interest in doing so.

"Okay, I think I can work harder, you need to help me with the Transfiguration." Malfoy is a bit of a bias.

John walked and said in a casual and nonchalant tone, "Draco, what will happen to you if I die?" ”

Turning back, he saw Malfoy's frightened expression, standing still.

Malfoy struggled to squeeze out a hippie smiley expression, swallowed a mouthful and said, "You're kidding, right?" ”

John was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Of course, do you think I'm going to die?" ”

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly followed, and complained, "Even if you don't want to help me tutor, you don't have to curse yourself like this, right?" ”

"If you can't work harder on your Transfiguration, I'm afraid I'm really going to die." John responded to him with ease.

Neither of them continued the conversation they had just had.

...

John was called in for a conversation, and it was a career coaching thing.

Walking into Snape's office, John noticed that the meditation basin had shifted its position.

"Sit down, Mr. Wick." Snape had just finished talking to Goyle, and judging by his expression, it was estimated that Goyle's plan was not very good.

And seeing John, Snape showed a high degree of concentration.

He adjusted his posture to allow himself to better observe John.

"Wick, I'd like to know some of your thoughts on employment so that it can help you decide what you should continue with in sixth and seventh grade...... Subjects. Snape's usual protracted tone, he looked at John.

"Compared to Mr. Goyle, I don't think you're the kind of person with a hairy troll's brain." Snape seemed to be telling a joke that didn't make people laugh.

Snape continued to stare at John with that scrutinizing gaze, and said in a strange manner, "Say it, Wick. ”

"Maybe I'll be a different person," John said with a shrug, "and going to a certain position somewhere isn't for me." ”

"So," Snape's eyes were sharp, "what do you want to accomplish yourself?" ”

"Let's dig a little deeper, Wick."

Snape lowered his folded legs and placed his fingers on the table facing John, "What kind of person do you want to be, Wick?" ”

"That doesn't sound like career guidance," John said lightly, meeting those scrutinizing eyes, "what word would you like to hear in my mouth, Professor?" ”

The office was quiet, and the eyes of the two men met, bringing a silent collision of silence.

John broke the silence with a short, rapid laugh as he looked at Snape and shook his head and smiled.

"What's so funny, Wick?" Snape frowned disapprovingly.

John looked up to the glowing ceiling and smiled, "I remembered my dreams. ”

"Dreams?"

"Be the next ...... Dumbledore. John's smile didn't know if he was laughing at himself or at Snape.

"It's a pity that this dream didn't last long," he chuckled as his gaze shifted to Snape's stunned face that he hadn't had time to change, "I don't want to be anyone now, John Wick is just John Wick." ”

"It won't be the next Albus Dumbledore, and it won't be the next ...... Tom Riddle. ”

He leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed state, "Professor, are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

Snape was silent for a moment and said in a vague voice, "Wick, you can get out." ”

John got up and walked to the door and stopped, and without looking back, said, "What are you living for in this life, Professor?" ”

Snape looked up, but John didn't turn around.

"If you don't say it, forget it."

Shrugging, John walked out.

Walking down the hallway, John shook his body and held on to the wall.

Fine sweat covered his forehead, and John's face was bloodless.

He leaned against the wall and let himself take a deep breath to recover.

He took out the silver bottle and drank the medicine inside, and his face gradually returned to blood.

"What a bloody investment."

With a chill on his face, he staggered to the auditorium as he pocketed the delicate silver vase.

By the time he arrived at the auditorium, he was back to normal.

When he accidentally bumps into someone, he looks down and sees that it is Pansy's ex-boyfriend.

A third-year Slytherin student, he was picking up a fallen silver bottle for John with a look of trepidation.

"I'm sorry, I—I didn't mean to." Handing the bottle to John, Pansy's ex-boyfriend asked curiously, "Senior Wick, what's in here?" ”

"It has nothing to do with you," said John, grimacing, "you should think about how to please your thighs, and perhaps your trick on the little girl will work." ”

Pansy's ex-boyfriend's face was a little bad, and after John walked by, a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

Not long after John walked into the auditorium, he heard movement in the foyer.

"Okay, you think it's fun to turn the school into a swamp?" Umbridge's screeching voice sounded.

Using the Umbridge fireplace for Harry's cover, the Weasley twins create chaos in the foyer, surrounded by students who have witnessed the incident.

The twins seem to have a plan for this.

They were surrounded in the middle, and they looked like they were cornered.

"It's fun, yes." Fred looked at Umbridge without fear.

"Very well," Umbridge chuckled, "you two will learn what punishment is for doing bad things at my school." ”

Her school?

It seems that she thinks the Ministry of Magic will put the school in her hands.

"You know," said Fred, "I don't think we're going to get it." ”

He looked at George, "George, I don't think we're fit for full-time education anymore. ”

"Fred, I feel the same way." George smiled irreverently with the twins' signature smile.

Fred said, "We should go out into the real world and use our talents, don't you think?" ”

George looked approving, "Exactly. ”

Without waiting for Umbridge to speak, the two used the Flying Charm to summon their broomsticks.

Two brooms with chains fell into their hands, and the two of them straddled them.

Fred: "We won't see you again. ”

George: "Don't bother to contact us. ”

Fred looked at the onlookers and smiled his trademark smile with George again.

The two men flew up, the magpie-like laughter echoing through the foyer.

Twins always have great ideas.

"If you want to buy an upstairs demo of that portable swamp." Fred shouted.

George then shouted, "93 Diagon Alley, Weasley's Magic Tricks, please!" ”

"Stop them!" Umbridge yelled in frustration.

"Peeves, teach her a lesson for us!"

The two men cheered in unison, and Peeves emerged from the ceiling, took off the bell hat for the second time, and saluted the two Hogwarts Trick or Treat Kings.

The broomstick carries the joy of Hogwarts, and the two magpies chirp and do not forget to leave a laugh at Hogwarts at the end.

The unfettered appearance is the real Gryffindor.

The crowd erupted in a torrential cheer.

With a smile on his face, John looked at the swamp and whispered, "There are still such good things that haven't been brought out, so let Tang Mi invest more in them and bring out the ideas in the weird mind." ”

He felt that the most indispensable thing in the wizarding world was the eccentricity of the Weasley twins.

...

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