Chapter 315

Not only does John have a connection with Slughorn, but it goes deeper.

From it, she could see Slughorn's appreciation for John's talent.

At the same time, John's suggestion is also a good method. If he does not serve as the principal, then Slughorn is indeed very suitable.

After pondering for a moment, Professor McGonagall asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"I hope you can co-sign a letter with the other deans," John said with a well-placed smile, his voice calm and strategizing, "Even the Ministry of Magic must face up to the attitudes of the four deans of Hogwarts."

"I understand," Professor McGonagall nodded, "But I'm curious, why do you care about this matter?"

John chuckled: "I thought you knew about that time Umbridge found me."

Professor McGonagall was confused at first, but after mentioning this matter, she understood.

Umbridge wanted to suppress John, and he threatened him with all the Slytherin students. She had heard about this for a long time.

But John is not a passive person.

"I still can't help but think about what it would be like if you were Gryffindor, Mr. Wick." Professor McGonagall can't help but think of this question.

She even thought that if one day John was expelled by Snape, she would definitely try to transfer him to Gryffindor.

Even though Hogwarts has never had anything like this.

Not because of this kid's talent.

Professor McGonagall saw the same qualities in John as Gryffindor.

John said respectfully, "I have thought about this question before, but the answer has already come out."

Yes, the King of Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall promised John to write a letter together with other deans. She saw Malfoy walking beside John naturally after he went out.

This child is like a born king, and a group of people will unconsciously gather around him.

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Chapter 343 Long Yan and Snape’s Memory

John finally knew where the bottle of Veritaserum had been used.

Malfoy has always been very interested in Harry's information, so detailed that he already knew that Umbridge was secretly adding veritaserum into tea to interrogate Harry.

"Did you go eavesdropping?" John expressed deep suspicion, and Malfoy looked away awkwardly.

However, giving Veritaserum to Umbridge to torture students so casually was not Snape's style.

It doesn't matter if it's just students, the key is Harry.

So John was skeptical about the authenticity of the bottle of Veritaserum.

At this moment, a Frisbee dragging firelight flew in front of John.

He raised his eyebrows and reached out to catch the Frisbee.

The flames could not leave any trace on John's skin. He looked up and saw more flying discs and fireworks flying towards the corridor.

He also heard the cheers of the Weasley twins, two live treasures who always brought laughter to Hogwarts during its downturns.

John, who was about to take action, immediately let go of the firework and let it fly out at will.

Malfoy opened his mouth wide, obviously frightened by the amount of fireworks.

John walked up to the Weasley twins who were hiding and asked with a smile, "How many preparations have you made?"

"I don't know, I used everything." George shrugged and said, "I originally wanted to leave it to the juniors after graduation."

"Silverhand has given us enough funds, so we don't have to worry about this." Fred said.

Fireworks exploded all over the castle. These fireworks looked very scary, but they didn't even hurt the portraits on the walls.

Umbridge ran out in a panic, and no professor could help her.

John saw Professor Flitwick secretly making a fist gesture among the crowd, and it was obvious that he was also very happy.

Umbridge fought alone, and even Filch moved a stool and held Mrs. Norris there to enjoy the fireworks.

He could also tell Mrs. Norris the names of those fireworks.

Having dealt with the Weasley twins so many times, he knows them all.

The students laughed as a firework was inserted into Umbridge's bun and exploded, turning her hair into an afro.

John saw Pansy's little boyfriend and wanted to help, but the people around him deliberately blocked him from passing.

Umbridge could be seen running around Hogwarts all day today, handling those fireworks.

But the professors closed the door and ignored what was going on outside the window.

That day, Umbridge was so busy that she didn't even finish cleaning up at night.

For the Weasley twins, the good news of that day was far more than that. Silver Hand Angel Investment sent a letter because their outstanding invention was taken a fancy and they were ready to increase investment.

George and Fred high-fived each other and danced arm in arm in the lounge.

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The Gryffindor common room celebrated very late before being rushed back to rest by Professor McGonagall with a dark face.

Ron said to Harry that he had just seen Professor McGonagall absolutely smile when she turned around.

Harry yawned and went to bed. Soon, he felt that the things in front of him became blurred, and finally fell into darkness.

A glimmer of light gradually emerged from the darkness, and Harry noticed that the light came from the wand in his hand.

He is walking.

This corridor was very familiar, the one from the Department of Mysteries.

He came so many times but never opened the door.

But this time, the door opened.

He opened it.

He was in a circular room, and across the room he entered a rectangular room.

There was a mechanical ticking sound coming from my ears, like the sound of a second hand moving.

Didn't stop, kept walking.

There was a door at the end of the room, and he opened it.

Inside it was a dimly lit place, as spacious as a church.

Rows of dusty glass spheres sat on tall shelves.

Harry's heart was pounding. He knew where to go.

In this room, there was something he wanted very much.

But at this moment, a loud noise made his body tremble.

He was startled awake, and the dark dormitory was filled with laughter.

It was Seamus and the others who were discussing fireworks, and a firework exploded outside.

Harry wanted to look too, but his body was getting weak.

The fireworks in front of him seemed to turn into a huge snake head, swallowing him, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

The sound disappeared.

He tried to call Ron, but found that he couldn't make a sound either.

"let me go!"

The screams were frightening, and Harry felt his hands and feet being restrained.

His body seemed to be stuck to a big rock, and his body was constantly being torn apart in an attempt to tear it off.

Harry could feel the tiny things climbing up his body.

"Don't run away, Tom."

A cold and heartless voice sounded in the darkness.

Harry looked around with wide eyes, but he couldn't see anything.

"You should know that I have the power to destroy you."

The voice continued, and Harry saw what seemed to be a flame in the darkness.

The flame was golden and gorgeous, and even my soul was trembling.

"No, it's impossible, how is it possible!"

The screams started again, and Harry's limbs were on fire.

He tried hard to see clearly, and the brilliant golden flames turned into a pair of eyes, expressing cold and merciless judgment.

Harry's scar hurt even more, he was awakened by the pain.

It felt like a ball of fire was stuck inside his head, trying to explode it.

He buried his head into the pillow, and it took him an unknown amount of time before he felt better.

He looked up in confusion, and there were only the remaining sounds of fireworks and explosions from nowhere around him.

Ron and the others had fallen asleep a long time ago, and the snoring could be heard. Ron was a little tired.

Harry felt that he should practice Occlumency well, otherwise his head might explode one day.

Monday.

Harry was so preoccupied that he hesitated during dinner.

Cedric was walking to the Ravenclaw table, comforting Cho Chang, who was having a hard time accepting that her friend had betrayed the D.A. Army.

He looked at Slytherin again, and Malfoy immediately noticed his gaze and smiled evilly.

Harry's stomach was turning, he hadn't seen Snape in a while.

The last time we met, he used his armor to protect himself from Legilimency. Maybe Snape wanted to kill someone.

After finally making it to dinner, he headed to Snape's office with heavy steps.

Not long after he entered, he heard Snape's cold voice.

"You're late, Potter."

Harry saw Snape holding his wand to his head, pulling out some thoughts and carefully placing them into the pensieve.

After doing all this, Snape looked at Harry coldly.

"Have you practiced?"

"Yes." Harry lied, not daring to look at Snape.

But he forgot that in addition to Legilimency, Snape was also a person who lived twenty years longer than him.

Such a clumsy lie was just something he didn't want to worry about.

Just as they were about to start, there was a knock on the door at the office.

Snape frowned. He had told the students not to come at this time.

After opening the door, he saw Professor McGonagall.

"Severus, I think this matter needs to be discussed with you first. Filius and Pomona are in my office."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Harry and said, "I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Potter, we will continue this lesson tomorrow night." Snape glanced at Harry, without asking his opinion at all, nodded and walked out to close the door.

Harry heard words like Horag and teacher.

He angrily stuffed his wand back into his robe pocket before leaving.

He saw the light spots dancing on the door frame, stopped, and turned around. The light spots were coming from the pensieve, just like the ones he saw in the Department of Mysteries in his dream.

The silvery substance in the pensieve swirled and Harry stared at it.