Chapter 315：

Not only did John have a connection with Slughorn, but it went deeper.

From inside, 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 and said, "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 directly brought all the Slytherin students to threaten him. 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 one day when John was expelled by Snape, she would definitely try to transfer him to Gryffindor.

Even though there has never been anything like this in Hogwarts.

It’s not because of this child’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 was 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 was deeply suspicious, and Malfoy looked away awkwardly.

But 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 doubted 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 traces 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 living treasures who could always bring laughter to Hogwarts when it was down.

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

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

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

"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 was fighting alone. Even Filch moved a stool and held Mrs. Norris there to enjoy the fireworks.

He can also count the names of those fireworks for Mrs. Norris.

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 can be seen running around Hogwarts all day today, handling the 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. Silverhand 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 and tap-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 told Harry that he absolutely smiled when he saw Professor McGonagall turn 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 is very familiar. It is the corridor of the Department of Mysteries.

He came too many times, but never opened the door.

But this time, the door opened.

It was he who opened it.

He was in a circular room, crossed the room, and 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 that door.

Inside is a dimly lit place, as spacious as a church.

Rows of dusty glass **** were placed on tall shelves.

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

In this room, there is something he wants very much.

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

He was awakened, and the dark dormitory was filled with laughter.

It was Simo 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 that his hands and feet were being restrained.

His body seemed to be stuck to a big rock, and it was being torn apart constantly.

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 his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see the slightest scene.

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

The voice continued, and Harry saw a flame seeming to light up 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 sounded 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, carrying cold and merciless judgment.

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

It felt like a fireball was stuffed inside my 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 long ago, and one could hear their snoring. Ron was a little tired.

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

Monday.

Harry was preoccupied, and he hesitated a little at dinner time.

Cedric was walking to the Ravenclaw table, comforting Cho Chang. It was hard for her to accept that her friend had betrayed the D.A. Army.

He looked at Slytherin again. Malfoy immediately noticed his gaze and made a nasty smile.

Harry's stomach was turning. He hadn't seen Snape for a while.

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

Finally after dinner, he walked 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 already 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 is just because he doesn't want to care about it.

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

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

After opening the door, he saw Professor McGonagall.

"Severus, I think I need to discuss this matter 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 some words, Horag, teacher and so on.

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 emitted from the Pensieve, just like the ones he saw in the Department of Mysteries in his dream.

The silver substance in the Pensieve was swirling, and Harry stared at it.