Chapter 325：

John thought for a while and said, "It should be fine."

Malfoy felt that this answer was really perfunctory and asked: "What about Umbridge?"

"It should be no big deal."

This answer made Malfoy fall into silence.

Only the three little ones remembered the last person who was bitten. They suddenly felt a little happy and could see Umbridge turning into a dog.

Daphne asked strangely: "Why did Professor Hagrid take Tom away?"

"He probably thought Tom would be punished." John shrugged.

There had been an incident with Buckbeak, and Hagrid was afraid that Tom would be punished like that time.

It’s just that he doesn’t know that punishment also depends on the individual.

If nothing else, let’s just say that with an entire Slytherin standing behind John, no one would bother a cute puppy.

After the astronomy exam is over, there is still a history of magic exam left in the compulsory course.

John also needs to take the elective Muggle Studies and Arithmancy exams.

After the Arithmetic Divination exam, tomorrow is the last day of the History of Magic exam.

Night.

John was standing in the hallway. It was curfew time.

Mrs. Norris walked gracefully to John's feet with cat steps, and rubbed her neck against John's trouser leg.

He leaned down and picked up Mrs. Norris, who was now much bigger.

"You are here, where is Filch?"

He didn't see Filch appear, it seemed he wasn't here.

She took out the brush from the small bag and brushed Mrs. Norris's hair.

Narrowing her eyes comfortably, Mrs. Norris purred, which was very comfortable.

Due to being bitten by Tom, Umbridge was admitted to the school hospital.

Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but ask Professor McGonagall what she was bitten by.

The wound didn't look like a dog's tooth, even the flesh was almost torn off.

Those who didn't know thought that some large carnivore had attacked her.

What’s even more troublesome is that the blood in that leg never stopped.

After the gauze is wrapped, it will soon soak through the gauze and flow out.

The school hospital was in a hurry and even used more than a dozen kinds of medicines.

Umbridge was as if she was petrified. Although her consciousness was still there, she was unable to move.

Professor McGonagall had already done her best by sending the person there, and she didn't know what happened.

It was hard to save Umbridge's life. How long the inability to move will last depends on when an antidote will be available.

Madam Pomfrey had no choice but to deal with this petrification phenomenon. She had a general idea.

Yeah, like the time with the basilisk.

Unfortunately, Mandrake has to wait for a while to be available.

This would be something worth celebrating, if there weren't still exams.

John made a ball of hair from Mrs. Norris's body, threw the ball to Mrs. Norris, and walked out of the castle.

Stepping on the grass, sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stopped and looked up.

The Whomping Willow sways in the night, and the passage below is like an entrance to another world.

John walked inside.

The Whomping Willow was immobilized by him, walked to the passage, and moved forward along the passage.

He arrives at the Shrieking Shack.

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Chapter 354 The Screaming Shack and the Mysterious Shadow

The Shrieking Shack is extremely dark.

The terrifying and ferocious wallpaper all tells that there once was a werewolf.

John walked through the shack and came to the room where the Boggart had been found.

After the cabinet was moved, there was a gap here.

He did not go in, but stood outside.

Turning around and walking towards another room, he was sure that someone had entered the Shrieking Shack.

The dust on the ground became thinner.

Walking to a door, the moonlight just happened to shine into the room. Through the shadows on the ground, John could confirm that there was someone inside.

There was a door, but he didn't push it open.

"Tell me, what should I do?" He asked his doubts.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the shadow disappeared.

John stared at the crack in the door below.

Suddenly, a piece of paper came out from underneath.

John picked it up and looked at it.

"Live to die."

He looked at the handwriting and then at the door, but still didn't push it open.

He turned and went downstairs.

My eyes were attracted by a box.

He walked over and picked up the box, turned back and took a deep look behind him.

There seemed to be a figure there, blurry and unable to see his face.

When he walked out of the Shrieking Shack, he had a box in his hand.

After passing through the passage you came from, there is a raised stone under the Whomping Willow.

Take the stone away. Inside is a water bile bottle no bigger than your thumb.

The blood inside emits a bright red light under the moonlight.

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The stars in the Star Club are as beautiful as outside.

From the establishment of the Star Club to the present, this super large alchemy machine has never stopped moving.

The starlight shines on the round table under the dome.

The round table separates to reveal the weapons arsenal below.

The boiling crucible seemed to never stop, and the thick smoke jumped repeatedly between appearing and returning.

John walked down the stairs and came to the crucible.

The liquid in the pot keeps rolling, as if the last thing is missing.

John slit his wrist and blood dripped into the crucible.

Boiling liquids cool down quickly.

His other hand opened, and a burst of magic power was poured into it.

The liquid in the crucible separated on both sides and turned into two red dragons spinning inside.

The red dragon pulled out a vortex, and as the liquid rotated, the white smoke came out again.

This time, John took out his wand.

The wand is like an exhaust fan, absorbing all the white smoke.

The red oak wand became illusory, and John's right hand was covered in silver.

He raised his wand high, and the stars on the dome burst into light.

The rays of light from the stars converged into a brilliant beam of light and fell.

The magic crystal created by absorbing magic power every day releases its power at this moment, creating magic power that is a hundred times more powerful than the last time.

Slight cracks appeared on the illusory wand. John was hit by a huge force, and his pale face turned rosy.

His Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to come out.

Under the pressure of huge magic power, his body was almost enveloped.

A low growl escaped his throat, and John held the wand.

"The stars change."

The wand bends visibly, like a piece of bamboo being bent.

Just moving is a long struggle.

The red dragon in the crucible showed signs of spreading out.

John also became anxious.

His breathing became rapid, and with his efforts, the huge magic light beam moved towards the crucible.

The wand firmly absorbs the huge magic power and bends to a shocking degree.

Finally, the magic touched the crucible.

The red dragon inside was shocked by the magic power and roared as if it came to life.

John almost collapsed. As soon as he let go of his hand, the wand flew out and plunged straight into the wall of the weapons warehouse.

But John couldn't relax yet, he forced himself to stand up.

He held the crown in vain with both hands. In the brilliant rainbow-like starlight, a gorgeous crown condensed in his hands.

He stared at the crown and placed it on his head.

It seems like nothing has changed.

But secretly, he felt that there was something more in him.

That is wisdom.

Those who pursue will not get what they ask for.

Those who give it up already have it.

At that moment, John looked at the crucible, and his movements were just right.

The silver-covered fingers poked the red dragon's body.

Like popping a balloon, the red dragon exploded.

He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle containing the powder.

The fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became calm.

"The last thing, a little mysterious substance from the magician."

John chanted incantations like a hymn.

That mysterious substance is called emotion.

The point condensed in between is smaller than the dust.