I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Then there was Harry, and Dumbledore glanced at the sword of Gryffindor that Harry had brought back.

With a smile on his face, he said a bunch, anyway, it's similar to the guy smashing you as a Gryffindor.

Finally, it was John. John was a little guilty and set himself on fire.

I didn't see Professor Snape next to him, his teeth were about to gnaw. After all, there was a student who dared to drink poison directly, and the most troublesome teacher was him.

"Smart, brave, strong, trust in peers, never abandon any student."

"Mr. John Wick, you dare to take risks for your companions, and your dedication deserves applause."

Upon hearing this, John asked cautiously, "Professor, do you still lack some wisdom?"

Dumbledore's words froze, you dared to use your body to test the poison, and you still want me to praise your wisdom?

Passing over the request silently, Dumbledore made a quick science introduction about who Tom Riddle was.

This made the parents scream again and again.

"You know, Minerva." Dumbledore said to McGonagall thoughtfully, "I think these things are worthy of a banquet to celebrate. May I ask you to inform the kitchen?"

Professor McGonagall knew that Dumbledore was going to talk to the little wizard alone, so she agreed decisively.

She left, taking several parents and Daphne with her.

Dumbledore turned to Professor Snape again, and said, "Severus, we still have a cat that needs treatment, don't we?"

Professor Snape's face was ugly, which made Harry and Ron secretly happy.

Professor Snape had no choice but to agree in the end. Professor Sprout's mandrake was already mature, and he did not forget to give a few people a glance before leaving.

John felt dizzy for a while, and he felt that he might have become the number one problem with Professor Snape.

Facing Dumbledore, the pressure on the four of them did not decrease.

Dumbledore's scrutinizing eyes passed over John's face, and he said: "You have all won the Special Contribution Award, especially Harry and Ron, sometimes you can only talk without words."

Dumbledore blinked, and the two who were afraid of being expelled for violating the school rules again were relieved.

"Let me see, the three of you each earned two hundred points for Gryffindor, John, and you also earned two hundred points for Slytherin."

When John heard this, he called Gryffindor so terrifying. This time, he scored [-] points, and Gryffindor quickly surpassed Slytherin.

Even with [-] points to join, he still bowed his head in front of Gryffindor.

Harry was very happy. Although he knew that these points were a bit watery, it was Gryffindor's honor to win against Slytherin.

Hermione pursed her lips, and she hesitated: "Professor, we didn't do anything, isn't that a little too much?"

Dumbledore smiled: "If you can say this, it is worth two hundred points."

Just force it?

John was slandered, what did the referee say about cheating?

Well, Hermione and the others saved themselves, so John had to admit it.

As if he could hear John's inner thoughts, Dumbledore glanced at John.

"But sometimes the means are too exaggerated."

John hurriedly put on a smile, and he didn't know if Dumbledore was talking about his anger.

But thinking of Dumbledore, the unfathomable White Devil, it is better to be a man.

Because of John's intervention, Lockhart is still writing hard in the office.

Naturally, there is no role for him.

Harry wanted to ask something that had been bothering him, he blurted out: "Professor Dumbledore, Riddle said in his diary that I resemble him..."

"That's what he said?" Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully from under his bushy silver brows. "What do you think, Harry?"

"I'm not like him!" Harry was a little excited, his voice amplified a little.

"I'm in Gryffindor, I'm..."

While talking, Harry was silent. Recalling the time he put on the Sorting Hat, he hesitated and said: "The Sorting Hat told me that I would be excellent in Slytherin. For a while, everyone thought I was Slater Lin's heir...because I can speak Parseltongue."

He hoped that Dumbledore could give him an explanation, because that lack of self-confidence caused him to be controlled by Riddle later.

"Harry, you speak Parseltongue."

Dumbledore said calmly: "Because Voldemort can speak Parseltongue, he is the last heir of Slytherin, and if I'm not mistaken, he also transferred some of his magic powers to on you."

"He didn't mean to, I'm sure of that."

These words made Harry dumbfounded, and Harry was discouraged immediately: "So I should be in Slytherin, the Sorting Hat may see Slytherin's ability in me."

"It put you in Gryffindor." Dumbledore took the words unhurriedly. "Harry, you happen to possess many of the qualities that Salazar Slytherin particularly valued in his students."

"Some rare gifts of his own, Parseltongue, resourcefulness, strong will... and a certain disregard for the rules of the law."

Listening to Dumbledore talking about Slytherin, John found that their eyes were all focused on him.

Harry recalls John directly attacking Riddle: "Resourceful?"

Ron remembered when John couldn't help touching Professor McGonagall's tabby cat in the first grade: "Strong-willed?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, as if smiling: "Contempt for the rules of the law."

"Hey, you guys are enough!"

John wondered what was wrong with him.

What's wrong with me being Slytherin?

Wouldn't Slytherin be allowed to have a left-handed wand and a right-handed sword? Didn't you see that Merlin swung his sword too?

If you look at me like this again, be careful I will sue you for defamation!

Dumbledore also had a strange face. If Harry hadn't returned with the Gryffindor sword, he would have thought that John was the Gryffindor.

After all, not everyone has the courage to drink poison directly.

In order to make Harry stick to the belief of the Gryffindors, Dumbledore also showed off the sword of Gryffindor.

"Only a true Gryffindor can make it appear, Harry."

Dumbledore's original intention was to make Harry firm in his belief, but this made Harry look weird, he hesitated to say: "Professor, John may have been chosen for this sword."

"?"

Dumbledore was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know who summoned the sword of Gryffindor, and when he found out, the sword of Gryffindor had disappeared.

Seeing that it was Harry holding it, he thought it was Harry who had summoned it.

Harry said, "The sword fell from the sky and landed between me and John."

"..."

Dumbledore was lost in thought, how does this count?

"It doesn't matter, just treat you as a Gryffindor, Harry." John comforted Harry.

It's just that these words don't sound like consolation, and Dumbledore has no other way, no one can tell the sword of Gryffindor.

"John...continues to protect the school." Dumbledore still wanted to say a few words to John.

He blinked at the thought of all the things John had done, hoping he didn't burn the school down.

John smiled awkwardly, that was really not intentional.

After saying a few words, they prepared to leave.

Just as the door was being opened, the door was pushed open, almost hitting John's nose, and John reached out and pushed the door back rudely.

"Dumbledore... Whoops!"

Lucius Malfoy held his red nose.

He looked behind the door, and John looked at him, raising his eyebrows provocatively.

This made Lucius, who was already full of anger, almost run away. On his arm, Dobby was still wrapped in bandages.

Today I was looking for trouble with Dumbledore, so Lucius let this Muggle off for the time being.

He walked up to Dumbledore angrily.

John didn't want to watch the rest of the adults' wrangling. He walked out the door and looked back at the three little ones that seemed to be glued together. He was speechless.

"As expected of Gryffindor, everyone likes to gossip."

After walking out the door and waiting for a while, John saw Lucius who came out with a disheveled face.

Lucius also glared at John, can John bear it?

When Harry came out, he still had some desire, John grabbed him, blinked and said, "Harry, I think you can save a free soul."

"What?" Harry asked incredulously.

John pointed to Dobby behind Lucius, and Harry immediately understood.

Just now, Harry almost forgot about Dobby because he was watching the fun with Ron and Hermione.

He hurried back to borrow the diary from Dumbledore, and when he was about to take off the sour socks that had been running all day, John stopped him.

"I think Dobby might be less heavy-spoken."

Taking out his wand to conjure a new sock, John handed it to Harry.

Harry tucked it in the book knowingly, then ran to return it to Lucius.

When Lucius saw a sock, he took it out angrily and threw it away, and threw the diary to Harry as if to wash away the relationship.

Dobby caught the sock as if he had caught the key to freedom, and held it aloft.

Being removed from the position of director and taken away as a house slave, Lucius was so furious that he even wanted to do something, which was much better than directly beating his former master after being free.

Lucius left in a daze, John watched his back as he left, and unconsciously rubbed his wand with his fingers.

"Lucius Malfoy."

Reading this name, John's eyes were deep.

After returning to the auditorium, John saw the sleepy-eyed students in pajamas.

I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, and a banquet was held in the middle of the night.

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