Chapter 466 Change of Fate
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Fate quietly changed unconsciously.
When Harry left, John tapped his fingers on the gold locket.
"Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, coincidence?"
He closed his eyes and thought.
What a coincidence.
The two most difficult Horcruxes to find were sent to him by two boys at the end of July.
"Savior?"
John had heard too many stories about the Savior.
To be precise, the first Horcrux to be destroyed was Harry's hand.
That diary was destroyed under Harry's sword.
According to the trajectory of the original story, Harry is the last person to fight against the Dark Lord.
Then this Horcrux should also be destroyed by Harry.
"Fate is changing, about prophecies, and others."
John opened his eyes. This locket contained a piece of Voldemort's soul.
Get it, John can confirm one thing.
"Horcruxes are no longer attractive to you, Tom."
Picking up the gold locket, John watched it dangle in front of him.
Horcruxes are a stupid way to gain immortality by harming one's own soul.
Such an approach is ridiculous.
The damage caused by the loss of the soul is far greater than longevity.
So Voldemort gave up the stupid way without hesitation after seeing the new way.
"Although he is a powerful wizard, he is not a qualified alchemist."
John smiled slightly, "Equivalent exchange, but he wants to avoid the price."
Putting away the gold locket, John turned on the Doomsday Timer belonging to Voldemort.
Now that the last Horcrux was in hand, Voldemort's second chance was gone.
The strength of Voldemort, whose soul returns, will be improved, and John doesn't think it is a bad deal to send a powerful wand.
"However, the matter of the Burrow reminded me that facing those dark creatures requires more strength."
A rudimentary plan appeared in John's mind.
The next day came.
John goes to class.
In Care of Fantastic Beasts, Hagrid watched John tinker with his armor.
Speaking of which, John gave it to Hagrid.
Originally, the armor crafted by the goblins was good-looking enough. After John's tinkering, the armor looked like a treasure that only nobles could afford.
Hagrid stared blankly at the golden streaks running through the silver armor.
What Hagrid didn't expect was that before his plan to train Glop as an assistant hadn't started, Glop became John's assistant.
John placed a wedge in the armor near the neck, and he gave orders to Gropp, who was carrying a tin-wrapped club.
"Smash."
Gropp picked up his big stick and hit it hard.
The ground was dusty, but the armor was only dented a little.
John adjusts his posture and tells Grapp again.
Gropp seemed to find joy in the tedious work, with a big smile on his big face.
Until the end of this lesson, less than one-tenth of the strange characters on the large-area armor belonging to Hagrid were engraved.
"really weird."
Hagrid put the armor on to have a look, wiped his beard stuck in his collar and muttered, "It seems to be getting lighter, I'm not sure."
I patted my belly, and that part of my belly made a 'Dangdang' sound.
"It's a kind of hard protection spell," John said, pointing to the font on it that Hagrid couldn't understand. "Every time the seal is carved, it can become harder."
At the beginning, John could engrave this armor by himself, but later, he needed the help of Glop to complete it.
Right now it is only one-tenth, but the hardness is already astonishing.
Hagrid asked incomprehensibly, "Why strengthen it? I mean, I'm going to wear it out?"
"There will be a day," John said casually, "don't forget your duty, dangerous animals or terrible wizards, there is no harm in having this."
Hagrid was convinced.
I never thought that one day, I would wear it and resist an army alone.
Strengthening the defense for the humanoid tank, John glanced at the schedule.
Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.
Today's class must be very lively.
Sure enough, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over.
The students were all discussing how to deal with the Inferi.
Sirius, who had escaped from death, put away his rivalry with Snape, and he realized that the group of ghouls surrounding the Burrow might appear in Hogwarts one day.
What he can do is to teach every class well, so that when this happens, the students can escape.
Of course, the essential Gryffindor bonus points will not be economized.
With the help of Harry's experience in dealing with Inferi, Gryffindor added 25 points.
Arrived in Potions class.
Harry seemed distracted, listening to Snape's occasionally sarcastic voice.
He kept flipping through the old "Advanced Potion Making", hoping to find out whether the emerald potion that John gave him could really detoxify.
Unfortunately, he didn't find it.
Harry was apprehensive about the book, which had reached a level of 'superstition'.
The vial was taken to St Mungo's Hospital in the morning.
If there is a problem with the medicine, or if it doesn't work, I will feel very guilty.
Not even Snape's familiar sarcastic voice could shake his emotions.
Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor, nearly all of his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
This lesson is to prepare an antidote based on the poison given.
Because Harry had no intention of going to class, he randomly found a bezoar in the cabinet that could detoxify and handed it in. Snape described him as a chimpanzee who couldn't understand human language.
Another 10 points disappeared.
When get out of class was over, Hermione and Ron found Harry who was out of shape.
"What's the matter with you, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry poked absently three times without forking the tenacious sausage.
"I went to see John."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the sound of a fork falling.
Hermione's eyes widened, desperate to know what was going on.
Ron chewed the red sausage depressedly, "Dude, you won't ask him to do something stupid, will you?"
Harry couldn't help being anxious, do you think I'm the kind of reckless guy who doesn't care about anything?
He said unhappily: "I went with Dumbledore."
Then Harry told what he had done yesterday.
Hearing that Harry wanted to exchange the locket for the chance to save Mrs. Weasley, Ron was touched and said, "Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome, he didn't accept the deal."
As soon as Harry said it, Ron was very angry and said, "He doesn't think my mother is worth saving?"
"No, he told me that was Percy's mother, and he wouldn't use a friend's family as a bargaining chip." Harry hurriedly steadied Ron, lest Ron run over to John.
Knowing that he was too excited, Ron closed his mouth and chewed the red sausage obediently.
Finally, Harry revealed that he had changed his wand, and Ron couldn't help complaining, "You should make 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 wondered if the potion would work.
"You should test it with the Spinka Revealing Charm," muttered Ron, who was kicked from below by Hermione.
Ron made a gesture to zip his mouth.
Worried as he was, Harry would soon learn that he was needless to worry.
Bill from St. Mungo's had written to tell them Mrs. Weasley was all right.
After waking up, Mrs. Weasley became refreshed, and the therapist told Bill that it was too much sleep.
After losing his house, Mr. Weasley took his family to temporarily live in Black's old house.
Without the cursed painting, Blake's old house is as clean as a haunted house.
Mrs. Weasley was full of energy and cleaned up and down Black's old house inside and out.
Kreacher, who was robbed of his job, was very opinionated.
When San Xiaozhi saw the news, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ginny was also very happy.
Harry was a little stunned to see her jumping there.
In the end, it was reminded by Hermione that the saliva did not flow down.
Harry held "Advanced Potion Making" and felt a sense of loss in his heart.
He found that the gap between himself and John was too great.
John's level is beyond what is recorded in this book.
And I have to rely on this book of unknown origin to cheat.
Shame and humiliation welled up in his heart, and Harry wanted to throw the book away.
But thinking that the knowledge in the book not only improved his grades in Potions class, but also used a magic spell in it to save the godfather, he still chose to stay.
In a blink of an eye, time entered February.
The snow around the school slowly melted, replaced by cold and damp.
Gray-purple clouds pressed low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawn even more slippery, leaving muddy footprints one after another in the hall and aisle.
...
When Harry left, John tapped his fingers on the gold locket.
"Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's diadem, coincidence?"
He closed his eyes and thought.
What a coincidence.
The two most difficult Horcruxes to find were sent to him by two boys at the end of July.
"Savior?"
John had heard too many stories about the Savior.
To be precise, the first Horcrux to be destroyed was Harry's hand.
That diary was destroyed under Harry's sword.
According to the trajectory of the original story, Harry is the last person to fight against the Dark Lord.
Then this Horcrux should also be destroyed by Harry.
"Fate is changing, about prophecies, and others."
John opened his eyes. This locket contained a piece of Voldemort's soul.
Get it, John can confirm one thing.
"Horcruxes are no longer attractive to you, Tom."
Picking up the gold locket, John watched it dangle in front of him.
Horcruxes are a stupid way to gain immortality by harming one's own soul.
Such an approach is ridiculous.
The damage caused by the loss of the soul is far greater than longevity.
So Voldemort gave up the stupid way without hesitation after seeing the new way.
"Although he is a powerful wizard, he is not a qualified alchemist."
John smiled slightly, "Equivalent exchange, but he wants to avoid the price."
Putting away the gold locket, John turned on the Doomsday Timer belonging to Voldemort.
Now that the last Horcrux was in hand, Voldemort's second chance was gone.
The strength of Voldemort, whose soul returns, will be improved, and John doesn't think it is a bad deal to send a powerful wand.
"However, the matter of the Burrow reminded me that facing those dark creatures requires more strength."
A rudimentary plan appeared in John's mind.
The next day came.
John goes to class.
In Care of Fantastic Beasts, Hagrid watched John tinker with his armor.
Speaking of which, John gave it to Hagrid.
Originally, the armor crafted by the goblins was good-looking enough. After John's tinkering, the armor looked like a treasure that only nobles could afford.
Hagrid stared blankly at the golden streaks running through the silver armor.
What Hagrid didn't expect was that before his plan to train Glop as an assistant hadn't started, Glop became John's assistant.
John placed a wedge in the armor near the neck, and he gave orders to Gropp, who was carrying a tin-wrapped club.
"Smash."
Gropp picked up his big stick and hit it hard.
The ground was dusty, but the armor was only dented a little.
John adjusts his posture and tells Grapp again.
Gropp seemed to find joy in the tedious work, with a big smile on his big face.
Until the end of this lesson, less than one-tenth of the strange characters on the large-area armor belonging to Hagrid were engraved.
"really weird."
Hagrid put the armor on to have a look, wiped his beard stuck in his collar and muttered, "It seems to be getting lighter, I'm not sure."
I patted my belly, and that part of my belly made a 'Dangdang' sound.
"It's a kind of hard protection spell," John said, pointing to the font on it that Hagrid couldn't understand. "Every time the seal is carved, it can become harder."
At the beginning, John could engrave this armor by himself, but later, he needed the help of Glop to complete it.
Right now it is only one-tenth, but the hardness is already astonishing.
Hagrid asked incomprehensibly, "Why strengthen it? I mean, I'm going to wear it out?"
"There will be a day," John said casually, "don't forget your duty, dangerous animals or terrible wizards, there is no harm in having this."
Hagrid was convinced.
I never thought that one day, I would wear it and resist an army alone.
Strengthening the defense for the humanoid tank, John glanced at the schedule.
Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.
Today's class must be very lively.
Sure enough, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over.
The students were all discussing how to deal with the Inferi.
Sirius, who had escaped from death, put away his rivalry with Snape, and he realized that the group of ghouls surrounding the Burrow might appear in Hogwarts one day.
What he can do is to teach every class well, so that when this happens, the students can escape.
Of course, the essential Gryffindor bonus points will not be economized.
With the help of Harry's experience in dealing with Inferi, Gryffindor added 25 points.
Arrived in Potions class.
Harry seemed distracted, listening to Snape's occasionally sarcastic voice.
He kept flipping through the old "Advanced Potion Making", hoping to find out whether the emerald potion that John gave him could really detoxify.
Unfortunately, he didn't find it.
Harry was apprehensive about the book, which had reached a level of 'superstition'.
The vial was taken to St Mungo's Hospital in the morning.
If there is a problem with the medicine, or if it doesn't work, I will feel very guilty.
Not even Snape's familiar sarcastic voice could shake his emotions.
Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor, nearly all of his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
This lesson is to prepare an antidote based on the poison given.
Because Harry had no intention of going to class, he randomly found a bezoar in the cabinet that could detoxify and handed it in. Snape described him as a chimpanzee who couldn't understand human language.
Another 10 points disappeared.
When get out of class was over, Hermione and Ron found Harry who was out of shape.
"What's the matter with you, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry poked absently three times without forking the tenacious sausage.
"I went to see John."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the sound of a fork falling.
Hermione's eyes widened, desperate to know what was going on.
Ron chewed the red sausage depressedly, "Dude, you won't ask him to do something stupid, will you?"
Harry couldn't help being anxious, do you think I'm the kind of reckless guy who doesn't care about anything?
He said unhappily: "I went with Dumbledore."
Then Harry told what he had done yesterday.
Hearing that Harry wanted to exchange the locket for the chance to save Mrs. Weasley, Ron was touched and said, "Thank you, Harry."
"You're welcome, he didn't accept the deal."
As soon as Harry said it, Ron was very angry and said, "He doesn't think my mother is worth saving?"
"No, he told me that was Percy's mother, and he wouldn't use a friend's family as a bargaining chip." Harry hurriedly steadied Ron, lest Ron run over to John.
Knowing that he was too excited, Ron closed his mouth and chewed the red sausage obediently.
Finally, Harry revealed that he had changed his wand, and Ron couldn't help complaining, "You should make 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 wondered if the potion would work.
"You should test it with the Spinka Revealing Charm," muttered Ron, who was kicked from below by Hermione.
Ron made a gesture to zip his mouth.
Worried as he was, Harry would soon learn that he was needless to worry.
Bill from St. Mungo's had written to tell them Mrs. Weasley was all right.
After waking up, Mrs. Weasley became refreshed, and the therapist told Bill that it was too much sleep.
After losing his house, Mr. Weasley took his family to temporarily live in Black's old house.
Without the cursed painting, Blake's old house is as clean as a haunted house.
Mrs. Weasley was full of energy and cleaned up and down Black's old house inside and out.
Kreacher, who was robbed of his job, was very opinionated.
When San Xiaozhi saw the news, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ginny was also very happy.
Harry was a little stunned to see her jumping there.
In the end, it was reminded by Hermione that the saliva did not flow down.
Harry held "Advanced Potion Making" and felt a sense of loss in his heart.
He found that the gap between himself and John was too great.
John's level is beyond what is recorded in this book.
And I have to rely on this book of unknown origin to cheat.
Shame and humiliation welled up in his heart, and Harry wanted to throw the book away.
But thinking that the knowledge in the book not only improved his grades in Potions class, but also used a magic spell in it to save the godfather, he still chose to stay.
In a blink of an eye, time entered February.
The snow around the school slowly melted, replaced by cold and damp.
Gray-purple clouds pressed low over the castle, and the continuous cold rain made the lawn even more slippery, leaving muddy footprints one after another in the hall and aisle.
...
