Fate quietly changed unconsciously.

As Harry left, John's finger clicked on the gold locket.

"Is it a coincidence that the Slytherin locket, the Ravenclaw tiara?"

He closed his eyes and pondered.

What a coincidence.

The two most difficult to find Horcruxes were sent to him by two late July boys.

"Savior?"

John had heard the story of the Messiah too many times.

To be precise, the first Horcrux to be destroyed was Harry's hand.

The journal had been destroyed by Harry's sword.

According to the trajectory of the original story, Harry was the last person to fight the Dark Lord.

Then this Horcrux should also be destroyed by Harry.

"Fate is changing, about prophecy, and there are others."

John opened his eyes, and the locket contained a piece of Voldemort's soul.

Getting it, John can confirm one thing.

"Horcruxes don't have any temptation for you anymore, Tom."

Picking up the gold locket, John watched it sway in front of him.

Horcruxes are a stupid way to gain immortality by hurting one's own soul.

This is ridiculous.

The loss of the soul causes far more damage than immortality.

So Voldemort, seeing the new path, did not hesitate to abandon the stupid way.

"Even though he's a powerful wizard, he's not a qualified alchemist."

John smiled slightly, "Equivalent exchange, but he wants to escape the price." ”

Putting away the golden locket, John turns on the doomsday timer belonging to Voldemort.

Now that the last Horcrux is in his hands, Voldemort's second chance is gone.

Voldemort's strength will be boosted when the soul returns, and John doesn't think it's a bad deal to give away a powerful wand.

"But the Burrow reminds me that I need more strength in the face of those dark creatures."

A plan appeared in John's head.

The next day arrived.

John went to class.

In the Conservation of Magical Beasts class, Hagrid watches John tinkering with his armor.

Speaking of which, it was given to Hagrid by John.

Originally, the armor of the fairy craft was beautiful enough, and after John's tinkering, the armor was like a treasure that only nobles could afford to wear.

The golden streaks ran through the silver armor, and Hagrid was stunned for a moment.

What Hagrid didn't expect was that his plan to train Glopp as an assistant had not yet begun, and Glopp became John's assistant.

John placed a wedge near his neck in his armor and gave orders to Glop, who was holding a wooden rod wrapped in iron.

"Smash."

Glopp picked up the stick and slammed it down.

The ground was dusty, but the armor was only dented by a dot.

John adjusted his posture and commanded Grope again.

Grope seemed to find pleasure in this boring work, with a smile on his big face.

By the end of the lesson, Hagrid's large area of armor had been engraved with less than a tenth of the strange text.

"It's weird."

Hagrid put his armor on and looked at it, wiped a handful of mustache stuck in his neckline, and muttered, "It seems to be getting lighter, I'm not sure." ”

patted his stomach, and the part of his belly made a 'dangdang' sound.

"It's a hard protective charm," John said, pointing to the unreadable handwriting on it, "and each engraving makes it harder." ”

At first, John could carve this armor himself, and later on, he needed to use the power of Grope to complete it.

It's only a tenth of it at the moment, but it's already very hard.

Hagrid asked incomprehensibly, "Why strengthen it?" I mean, I'm going to wear it out? ”

"There will come a day," John said casually, "don't forget your duty, dangerous animals or terrible wizards, it never hurts to have this." ”

Hagrid was convinced.

I didn't expect that one day, I would wear it and resist an army alone.

Fortifying the defenses of the humanoid tank, John glanced at the class schedule.

Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions class.

Today's class must have been lively.

Sure enough, after the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

The students are discussing how to deal with the Yin Corps.

Sirius, who had escaped death, put away his rivalry with Snape, and realized that the group of corpses surrounding the Burrow might one day appear at Hogwarts.

What he can do is teach every lesson well, so that when this happens, the students can escape.

Of course, the indispensable Gryffindor bonus is not going to be saved.

With Harry's experience with the Dead Corps, Gryffindor gained 25 points.

It's time for Potions class.

Harry looked distracted, listening to Snape's occasional sarcastic voice.

I kept flipping through the old book "Advanced Potion Making", hoping to find out if the bottle of emerald potion that John had given him could really be a detoxification.

Unfortunately, he didn't find it.

Harry, who had reached a 'superstitious' point of being over the book, was apprehensive.

The bottle was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital in the morning.

If there is a problem with the medicine, or if it doesn't work, you will feel very guilty.

Not even Snape's familiar voice of sarcasm in his ears could stir the mood.

Snape deducted Gryffindor 20 points, almost finishing the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

This lesson is based on the preparation of the antidote based on the poison produced.

Harry was out of his mind to attend class, so he randomly found a detoxifying stone in the cabinet and handed it in, and was described by Snape as a chimpanzee who couldn't understand human speech.

Another 10 points are gone.

By the end of class, Hermione and Ron found Harry, who was not in the right state.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry poked absentmindedly three times, but didn't pick up the stubborn sausage.

"I went to see John."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the sound of forks falling.

Hermione's eyes widened, desperate to know what was going on.

Ron chewed on the red intestine in frustration, "Dude, you're not going to do anything stupid with him, are you?" ”

Harry couldn't help but be angry, do you think I'm the kind of reckless man who doesn't care about anything?

He said angrily, "I went with Dumbledore." ”

Harry then said what he had done yesterday.

Hearing that Harry was going to trade that locket for Mrs. Weasley's chance, Ron was moved, "Thank you, Harry. ”

"No thanks, he didn't accept the deal."

As soon as Harry spoke, Ron was very angry and said, "He thinks my mom doesn't deserve to be saved?" ”

"No, he told me that it was Percy's mom and that he wouldn't use a friend's relatives as a bargaining chip." Harry hurriedly stabilized Ron, for fear that Ron would run over to John.

Knowing that he was too excited, Ron closed his mouth and honestly chewed on the red sausage.

Eventually, Harry revealed that he had changed his wand, and Ron couldn't help but 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 if the medicine would work.

"You should test it with the Spinka Manifestation Charm." Ron muttered, and Hermione kicked him from below.

Ron made a gesture to zip his mouth.

As worried as he was, it would soon be clear to Harry that his worries were unfounded.

Bill from St. Mungo's Hospital wrote to them and told them that Mrs. Weasley was fine.

Mrs. Weasley wakes up in good spirits, and the therapist tells Bill that she was sleeping too much.

Having lost his house, Mr. Weasley and his family temporarily live in Black's House.

Without that swearing painting, Black's old house would be as clean as a haunted house.

Mrs. Weasley was full of energy and cleaned up and down the old Black mansion, inside and out.

Kreacher, who had been robbed of his job, was very opinionated.

Sanxiao only saw the news and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ginny was also overjoyed.

Harry was stunned to see her bouncing there.

In the end, she was reminded by Hermione, and her saliva didn't come down.

Harry was holding "Advanced Potions Making" and felt a sense of loss in his heart.

He found that the gap between him and John was too great.

John's level is beyond what is recorded in this book.

And he has to rely on this book of unknown history to cheat.

Shame and shame welled up in his heart, and Harry wanted to throw the book away in a fit of rage.

But after thinking that the knowledge in the book not only increased his grades in Potions class, but also used a spell in it to save his godfather, he still chose to stay.

In the blink of an eye, the time entered February.

The snow around the school slowly melted, replaced by a bleak dampness.

Gray-purple clouds lay low over the castle, and the lawns were slippery with cold rain, leaving muddy footprints in the foyer and aisles.

...

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