Chapter 252 John Wick and Dumbledore
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Dumbledore's office.
The door was pushed open out of thin air.
The silverware was puffing out smoke, and the Sorting Hat seemed to be asleep.
Fox, who was reborn from the ashes, looked up, but saw no one.
Beside the table, the drawer was pulled open.
One second before the Time Converter was about to be obtained, a voice sounded.
"John."
There is no doubt in the old voice.
It's Dumbledore.
He is back.
Dumbledore, who came back from the school hospital, looked at that position, his eyes behind the half-moon lenses flashed tired.
"John, you can't do it," he sighed. "Death cannot be reversed. Even if you get a time converter, you can't change it."
The movement around the desk stopped, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.
This time John didn't wear a mask, and he just looked at Dumbledore quietly.
"You know I'm coming over?"
"Yes." Dumbledore walked in, and he looked at John with a complicated expression, "Paranoine pursuit will only lead you astray."
John was silent for a moment, his wand gripped tightly under his sleeve.
"Put it down, John."
Dumbledore approached and said gently: "Any magic has a price."
He hoped that John would find his way back, as long as he didn't touch taboos, his soul would remain pure.
But John said: "I remember, you said that I am the most Slytherin-like person."
He stared at Dumbledore's old face and suddenly smiled.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"I used to trust you so much, I hope to study hard under your protection."
John's laughter was a little harsh, and Dumbledore gradually fell silent.
"But you, never trusted me, never!"
John shouted the last sentence.
His eyes were cold, as if looking at a stranger.
"Mundungus, is it yours?"
John sneered and said, "When did you start to suspect that Johnny's silver hand was me?"
"The bar." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "The Pig's Head Bar is opened by my brother."
"I see."
John suddenly realized, he said why Dumbledore seemed to have doubts about him since the third grade.
It turned out to be the case.
That's right, the famous Johnny Silverhand appeared in Hogsmeade and met people secretly.
With Dumbledore's wisdom, it's not surprising to guess some.
"Dumbledore, Dumbledore." John said sarcastically, "Since you never trust me, don't restrain me with that hypocritical concern."
"I don't care how you want to create a savior, or how to calculate others.
But don't expect me to listen to your commands carefully like a dog. "
John was merciless, something he had never dared to do before.
He is in a state of dread today.
Beneath the calm surface lies madness.
Dumbledore explained: "John, I never thought of it that way."
"That's what you think, don't lie to yourself, Dumbledore, you should know why you pressed the time-turner."
John ruthlessly unmasked the paper that held them together, suppressing his disgust and saying, "I was bullied by Quirrell in first grade, you know something, but you want to test me.
You should have believed me, but you didn't, you chose surveillance, sent Mundungus, because you saw my quest for magic.
You are afraid that I will come into contact with the taboo, so you won't let me get the Time Turner that I should have. You have never trusted me. In your eyes, Leitlin has never been trustworthy.
Moody suppresses Slytherin, dare you say you don't know?But you let him do this because what you want to see is me being suppressed.
You see me as another person, another example of failure under your education.
You are afraid of me, afraid that I will become another person, another more terrible person. "
Torn apart the false mask, John was extraordinarily calm.
"John." Dumbledore's eyes widened when he heard these words.
"Not everything is under your control, Dumbledore." John said calmly, "Like Voldemort, like me."
"You keep emphasizing your own justice and your inaction, but what is the result?
You can play the game of the savior by yourself in the future, I don't want to participate. "
John was tired. He walked across the table, looked at the old man who was losing his composure, and said calmly, "I will not become the Dark Lord, nor will I become what you expect."
"Perhaps that day, you will hold your wand tightly as you do now."
His words made Dumbledore wake up suddenly.
Dumbledore looked down at his hand, he had unconsciously clenched his wand.
What scares Dumbledore even more is the evil thoughts he has towards the students in his heart.
Letting go of his wand, Dumbledore sighed, "John, I'm sorry about what happened to you and your friend."
"You don't need to apologize," John said softly, "You just made me understand that this world is a game for the strong."
After all, he left the principal's office.
Whether it was Dumbledore's plot or not, it didn't matter at this point, he had lost a friend, a loyal one.
When he passed by the sword of Gryffindor, the sword of Gryffindor trembled slightly, as if to hold back.
John glanced at the sword that should belong to him. He no longer envied him, but only had coldness in his eyes.
Walking out of the principal's office, he still didn't get the Time-Turner.
He knew that the conversations that happened here would not be passed on.
Dumbledore wouldn't tell, John knew him.
You can say that Dumbledore is a wise old man, but you can't change one thing, he has undue compassion.
No matter who.
Even if that person is the former Tom Riddle.
At John's age, Voldemort has been exposed to more black magic than John.
Dumbledore should know all of this.
It's a pity, his compassion, he believes that Hogwarts students will get better.
This is how it turned out, leading Voldemort to absorb talents and spread ideas in schools.
The embryonic form of Death Eaters sprouted in Hogwarts.
In John's view, the appearance of the Dark Lord is related to Dumbledore's cold treatment.
But none of that matters anymore.
. . .
midnight.
Hogwarts is very lively.
Barty Sr. didn't leave, and neither did Amelia.
They are all gathered around the school hospital, waiting for an answer.
An answer to the future of the Ministry of Magic, and indeed the entire wizarding world.
John walked into the Club of Stars with heavy steps.
Standing at the door, he closed his eyes.
He could imagine that members of the Star Club were waiting inside.
They are also waiting for a piece of news, a piece of news that they don't want to believe, and they can only believe it if they hear it from John's mouth.
Open your eyes again.
John pushed open the door.
The moment the door opened, five eyes focused on John.
Daphne Greengrass.
Fleur Delacour.
Draco Malfoy.
Neville Longbottom.
Percy Weasley.
They waited silently for John to speak.
John walked to his seat and didn't sit down.
A badge, with traces of being burned, was placed on the table by him.
At this moment, the answer has emerged in everyone's mind.
A whimper broke the silence.
It was Malfoy, gritting his teeth to keep himself from making a sound, but tears were streaming from his red eyes.
Not only him.
So did Neville.
Daphne and Furong's eyes were red.
Percy was the oldest, barely holding himself together.
"John, we need to know everything."
His voice was dry, and it could be heard that he was very sad.
John nodded silently, starting from what he knew.
From the cave with the Horcrux to the thrill inside, and then to Peter Pettigrew caught behind.
Voldemort was resurrected, and Heinrich died with the Death Eaters in order to protect Cedric.
More details need to be told by Cedric.
All in all, Qunxingshe was silent.
That name made them feel suffocated for a while.
The Dark Lord, who once almost ruled the entire local wizarding world.
His strength is as powerful as Dumbledore.
A sense of powerlessness emerged in everyone's hearts.
After a moment, Malfoy smashed his fist on the table to break the silence.
He growled, "We want revenge!"
Neville nodded.
Daphne and Fleur didn't flinch.
Percy said in a deep voice, "We need to calm down, that person is..."
"Heinrich is dead!" Malfoy yelled, "He died because of that man..."
There was a struggling expression on Malfoy's face, and finally he said loudly firmly: "Death by Voldemort's hands!"
Maybe Malfoy once worshiped Voldemort under the influence of his ears and eyes, but now he only has one impression of Voldemort, the enemy.
A group of students at school want to avenge the Dark Lord, which sounds ridiculous.
John said calmly: "We will take revenge when you become stronger."
He looked around the crowd and said calmly: "So, let's become stronger until we have enough capital to fight against those strong."
Become stronger!
As soon as this belief came out, everyone planted a seed called revenge in their hearts.
The seed will push them, let them constantly push themselves to become stronger.
Percy looked at John. He knew John's identity and wanted to see something.
John looked calm, but Percy knew that there would be a tsunami in the wizarding world.
. . .
The door was pushed open out of thin air.
The silverware was puffing out smoke, and the Sorting Hat seemed to be asleep.
Fox, who was reborn from the ashes, looked up, but saw no one.
Beside the table, the drawer was pulled open.
One second before the Time Converter was about to be obtained, a voice sounded.
"John."
There is no doubt in the old voice.
It's Dumbledore.
He is back.
Dumbledore, who came back from the school hospital, looked at that position, his eyes behind the half-moon lenses flashed tired.
"John, you can't do it," he sighed. "Death cannot be reversed. Even if you get a time converter, you can't change it."
The movement around the desk stopped, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.
This time John didn't wear a mask, and he just looked at Dumbledore quietly.
"You know I'm coming over?"
"Yes." Dumbledore walked in, and he looked at John with a complicated expression, "Paranoine pursuit will only lead you astray."
John was silent for a moment, his wand gripped tightly under his sleeve.
"Put it down, John."
Dumbledore approached and said gently: "Any magic has a price."
He hoped that John would find his way back, as long as he didn't touch taboos, his soul would remain pure.
But John said: "I remember, you said that I am the most Slytherin-like person."
He stared at Dumbledore's old face and suddenly smiled.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"I used to trust you so much, I hope to study hard under your protection."
John's laughter was a little harsh, and Dumbledore gradually fell silent.
"But you, never trusted me, never!"
John shouted the last sentence.
His eyes were cold, as if looking at a stranger.
"Mundungus, is it yours?"
John sneered and said, "When did you start to suspect that Johnny's silver hand was me?"
"The bar." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression: "The Pig's Head Bar is opened by my brother."
"I see."
John suddenly realized, he said why Dumbledore seemed to have doubts about him since the third grade.
It turned out to be the case.
That's right, the famous Johnny Silverhand appeared in Hogsmeade and met people secretly.
With Dumbledore's wisdom, it's not surprising to guess some.
"Dumbledore, Dumbledore." John said sarcastically, "Since you never trust me, don't restrain me with that hypocritical concern."
"I don't care how you want to create a savior, or how to calculate others.
But don't expect me to listen to your commands carefully like a dog. "
John was merciless, something he had never dared to do before.
He is in a state of dread today.
Beneath the calm surface lies madness.
Dumbledore explained: "John, I never thought of it that way."
"That's what you think, don't lie to yourself, Dumbledore, you should know why you pressed the time-turner."
John ruthlessly unmasked the paper that held them together, suppressing his disgust and saying, "I was bullied by Quirrell in first grade, you know something, but you want to test me.
You should have believed me, but you didn't, you chose surveillance, sent Mundungus, because you saw my quest for magic.
You are afraid that I will come into contact with the taboo, so you won't let me get the Time Turner that I should have. You have never trusted me. In your eyes, Leitlin has never been trustworthy.
Moody suppresses Slytherin, dare you say you don't know?But you let him do this because what you want to see is me being suppressed.
You see me as another person, another example of failure under your education.
You are afraid of me, afraid that I will become another person, another more terrible person. "
Torn apart the false mask, John was extraordinarily calm.
"John." Dumbledore's eyes widened when he heard these words.
"Not everything is under your control, Dumbledore." John said calmly, "Like Voldemort, like me."
"You keep emphasizing your own justice and your inaction, but what is the result?
You can play the game of the savior by yourself in the future, I don't want to participate. "
John was tired. He walked across the table, looked at the old man who was losing his composure, and said calmly, "I will not become the Dark Lord, nor will I become what you expect."
"Perhaps that day, you will hold your wand tightly as you do now."
His words made Dumbledore wake up suddenly.
Dumbledore looked down at his hand, he had unconsciously clenched his wand.
What scares Dumbledore even more is the evil thoughts he has towards the students in his heart.
Letting go of his wand, Dumbledore sighed, "John, I'm sorry about what happened to you and your friend."
"You don't need to apologize," John said softly, "You just made me understand that this world is a game for the strong."
After all, he left the principal's office.
Whether it was Dumbledore's plot or not, it didn't matter at this point, he had lost a friend, a loyal one.
When he passed by the sword of Gryffindor, the sword of Gryffindor trembled slightly, as if to hold back.
John glanced at the sword that should belong to him. He no longer envied him, but only had coldness in his eyes.
Walking out of the principal's office, he still didn't get the Time-Turner.
He knew that the conversations that happened here would not be passed on.
Dumbledore wouldn't tell, John knew him.
You can say that Dumbledore is a wise old man, but you can't change one thing, he has undue compassion.
No matter who.
Even if that person is the former Tom Riddle.
At John's age, Voldemort has been exposed to more black magic than John.
Dumbledore should know all of this.
It's a pity, his compassion, he believes that Hogwarts students will get better.
This is how it turned out, leading Voldemort to absorb talents and spread ideas in schools.
The embryonic form of Death Eaters sprouted in Hogwarts.
In John's view, the appearance of the Dark Lord is related to Dumbledore's cold treatment.
But none of that matters anymore.
. . .
midnight.
Hogwarts is very lively.
Barty Sr. didn't leave, and neither did Amelia.
They are all gathered around the school hospital, waiting for an answer.
An answer to the future of the Ministry of Magic, and indeed the entire wizarding world.
John walked into the Club of Stars with heavy steps.
Standing at the door, he closed his eyes.
He could imagine that members of the Star Club were waiting inside.
They are also waiting for a piece of news, a piece of news that they don't want to believe, and they can only believe it if they hear it from John's mouth.
Open your eyes again.
John pushed open the door.
The moment the door opened, five eyes focused on John.
Daphne Greengrass.
Fleur Delacour.
Draco Malfoy.
Neville Longbottom.
Percy Weasley.
They waited silently for John to speak.
John walked to his seat and didn't sit down.
A badge, with traces of being burned, was placed on the table by him.
At this moment, the answer has emerged in everyone's mind.
A whimper broke the silence.
It was Malfoy, gritting his teeth to keep himself from making a sound, but tears were streaming from his red eyes.
Not only him.
So did Neville.
Daphne and Furong's eyes were red.
Percy was the oldest, barely holding himself together.
"John, we need to know everything."
His voice was dry, and it could be heard that he was very sad.
John nodded silently, starting from what he knew.
From the cave with the Horcrux to the thrill inside, and then to Peter Pettigrew caught behind.
Voldemort was resurrected, and Heinrich died with the Death Eaters in order to protect Cedric.
More details need to be told by Cedric.
All in all, Qunxingshe was silent.
That name made them feel suffocated for a while.
The Dark Lord, who once almost ruled the entire local wizarding world.
His strength is as powerful as Dumbledore.
A sense of powerlessness emerged in everyone's hearts.
After a moment, Malfoy smashed his fist on the table to break the silence.
He growled, "We want revenge!"
Neville nodded.
Daphne and Fleur didn't flinch.
Percy said in a deep voice, "We need to calm down, that person is..."
"Heinrich is dead!" Malfoy yelled, "He died because of that man..."
There was a struggling expression on Malfoy's face, and finally he said loudly firmly: "Death by Voldemort's hands!"
Maybe Malfoy once worshiped Voldemort under the influence of his ears and eyes, but now he only has one impression of Voldemort, the enemy.
A group of students at school want to avenge the Dark Lord, which sounds ridiculous.
John said calmly: "We will take revenge when you become stronger."
He looked around the crowd and said calmly: "So, let's become stronger until we have enough capital to fight against those strong."
Become stronger!
As soon as this belief came out, everyone planted a seed called revenge in their hearts.
The seed will push them, let them constantly push themselves to become stronger.
Percy looked at John. He knew John's identity and wanted to see something.
John looked calm, but Percy knew that there would be a tsunami in the wizarding world.
. . .
