Chapter 121
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Life is precious, love... love is also precious.
For the sake of freedom, can’t the three of them exist together?
As someone who almost died, John was filled with emotion.
Although there were a lot of twists and turns this time, fortunately, the final result was good.
It’s just that Nagini’s soul is incomplete and she can’t walk yet.
John made a wheelchair for her and asked her to take good care of her at Belby Manor.
He didn't know if the blood curse had a preservation function. When John asked, Nagini was old enough to be a grandmother, and she still looked like she was in her twenties.
If this function didn't turn into a snake, women in the magical world would be begging to be cursed.
After rubbing his shoulders, John asked Damo Alex to take care of Nagini and then prepared to go back to school.
Needless to say, Dharma Alex will take care of Nagini like a biological mother.
That's a blood curse.
The curse recognized by the magic world as unsolvable was broken by himself, and the second Merlin First Class Medal seemed to be waving to Damo Alex.
If you want to touch Nagini, even if you are Voldemort, Damo and Alex will dare to cast the death curse on each other.
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[Ding, complete the task and get any point +1]
[Soul Walker: Wandering in the realm of life and death, holding a death token can enter and exit the trance-like world]
John apparated back to Hogsmeade.
People left in the morning and it was close to sunset when they came back.
There was still time to hang out for a while, but it was a pity that John was not in the mood.
He went to Honeydukes Candy Store and bought a dozen pieces of chocolate. After eating the chocolates, his pale and bloodless face finally felt better.
His face was so frighteningly white just now that the landlady of Honeydukes Candy Shop almost thought he was a vampire.
"My hands are a bit unresponsive. Is it because of my weak soul?"
Looking at his right hand, he was shaking while holding the chocolate. John was helpless. It looked like he would be nursing it for a while.
After completing his daily spell at sunset, John returned to Hogwarts.
The trembling hand problem would not go away for a while, but fortunately John used his left hand to use the wand.
Back at Hogwarts Castle, he dove into the common room.
He needs to have a good sleep, otherwise he will not be able to do it.
By the time John woke up, it was already past dinner time.
He made his way to the kitchen in no hurry, as the house elf was used to.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Meat, preferably steak."
John waited for a while, and the house elf presented the steak as if it were a treasure.
He ate slowly, turning the steak in his stomach into strength.
However, as John savored it carefully, his expression changed from doubt to horror.
After the steak was finished, he ordered another apple pie.
After taking a bite of apple pie, John's face turned pale.
He has no sense of taste.
When I was eating chocolate before, I was too anxious to notice this.
What he puts into his mouth now has nothing but texture.
It tastes like chewing wax.
After finishing the apple pie mechanically, John left with a pale face.
The cost of saving people this time was too high.
He sat in the common room for a long time before he accepted this.
"You are so cruel to make a foodie lose his sense of taste, God of Death."
John clenched his fists, an undercurrent surging in his eyes.
At this moment, an idea came to his mind. How about collecting the Deathly Hallows himself and catching the God of Death?
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Chapter 139 Murder and Talent
hall.
John took the bread in one hand and put it in his mouth.
It's dry and has no other taste except a slightly stiff texture.
Malfoy went home, and Daphne was called back by Mr. Greengrass.
There are fewer people in Slytherin, and it feels much more deserted.
Heinrich spread the jam on the bread and placed it on John's left side.
"Don't you ask?" John glanced at Heinrich, not even a little surprised about what happened to his hand.
"In Durmstrang, there are often wizards who unknowingly make their bodies disabled."
Heinrich's golden eyes under his broken black hair were dull, and his pale and handsome face looked sickly.
Seemingly accustomed to this kind of thing, Heinrich sat down and consciously began to serve John.
John frowned and said, "We are friends, Heinrich."
Heinrich moved, his eyes covered by broken hair were dim and unclear, he shook his head and said: "To me, you are the bright light that Edgar has been pursuing throughout his life."
He said it seriously, and John was silent for a moment.
He originally thought that what Heinrich meant by following was just joining the Star Club, but now it seems that it is more than that.
"Then I'll leave my back to you."
John looked up, his face serious.
A smile appeared on Heinrich's sickly face. He put his right hand on his chest and said as if he was swearing: "Behind you, there will always be a shadow named Heinrich Edgar."
Named Shadow, pursues light.
John chuckled and said, "Even so, it doesn't stop us from being friends, right?"
Heinrich was slightly startled, and his heart warmed.
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There is a price to pay for touching forbidden people.
An eye, an arm, a leg or... life.
In contrast, John's loss of taste does not seem to be that serious.
At least his handsome face and nose are there, right, Voldemort.
Professor Lupine wanted to enjoy this holiday, but John was a little more relaxed.
Because Lupine's eyes were very keen, John intuitively told John what Lupine had discovered.
After a tasteless breakfast, John headed to Snape's office.
Snape was convinced that John had found the werewolf, and it would be unreasonable for him not to give some explanation.
At the same time, John was also curious about why Professor Snape hated Lupine so much.
Even if you don't know their grudges, you can still feel the deep hatred.
It was almost as if he had robbed his wife.
Stopping at the door of Professor Snape's office, John knocked on the door.
After a while, the door was violently opened.
Professor Snape walked out with a gloomy face and sneered after seeing John.
This left John scratching his head.
Smart people don't need to communicate too much, so Snape made way for John to enter.
John walked in and the door behind was slammed shut.
Snape strode past with a straight face and stiffly uttered one word: "Sit."
His dean was in a bad mood, John thought about it, and it seemed that he had not been deducted points recently.
Sitting obediently, Professor Snape took out a bag from the drawer of the desk and spread it out like a walking bat.
There are various potion tools inside, but the most eye-catching one is the bottle of truth serum.
John's body tensed up and he said with a smile: "Professor, it's not necessary, is it?"
Snape glanced at him and sneered: "You are very strict, otherwise I shouldn't have heard any rumors for so long."
So you want to rinse my mouth with truth serum?
These words made John understand why he was angry. John scratched his head in embarrassment and asked, "Because of Professor Lupin?"
In a word, let the dean cool off for me.
John had speculated that his dean and Lu Ping might have had some grudges, but now it seemed that it was not just a small grudge, but a huge resentment.
Swallowing hard, John calmly stretched out his hand to roll up the tool bag.
When Snape found out, he slapped the back of his hand and took his hand back. John grimaced in pain.
"Professor, do you have a grudge against Professor Luping?" John asked doubtfully, as if he felt that his question was too straightforward. He added: "Ahem, the students have a pretty good sense of Professor Luping."
"Not bad? That hypocritical and ugly guy!"
When Snape said this, he almost squeezed it out from between his teeth.
He recalled those annoying Gryffindors.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin.
These four people formed a group and were most at odds with Snape.
Casting jinxes was common. Once, Snape almost died at the hands of Lupine.
At that time, werewolves did not have wolfsbane potion, so Lupine could only hide in a place where no one could go, and spend every full moon through the ordeal of transformation.
But once, Sirius Black deliberately introduced Snape into that room.
Although James Potter saved him in the end, Snape didn't think it was a rescue.
He thinks James is afraid of being expelled.
Faced with John's question, Snape's cheek twitched, he stared into John's eyes and said coldly: "What if the good professor you talk about was once involved in a murder?"
murder? !
John was shocked.
Remus Lupin?
In his impression, Lupin, whether in Johnny Silverhand or Hogwarts, seemed to have nothing to do with murder.
Judging from Snape's appearance, he didn't seem to want to talk about this past incident.
"He's a dangerous guy, John Wick," Snape said.
John was silent for a while, then faced the scrutinizing gaze without fear and said, "If this is the case, I know what I will do, but before that, I will investigate."
