Chapter 442：

"Take this away, Harry."

The emerald-like potion was placed on the table. John rubbed the golden locket with his fingers and said, "Say hello to Mrs. Weasley for me."

Harry glanced at Dumbledore and quickly walked over to take it away.

His heart was pounding and he held the bottle of potion tightly.

After walking out of the door, Harry and Dumbledore returned to the next door.

…

"You made a great choice, Harry." Dumbledore said with a kind expression on his face.

"But Dumbledore, won't you blame me?" Harry felt that he had made the right decision. If it were Dumbledore, it would definitely be a more valuable choice.

Dumbledore shook his head and said playfully: "I just need this. My old wand has not been maintained for too long."

"Besides, you allowed me to get more useful answers from John."

"What's the answer?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

Dumbledore chuckled: "His attitude towards many things, and what he learned about John."

"At least we can know one thing. From beginning to end, he was the John who valued his friends. This is very different from Voldemort."

Holding the edge of the pensieve, Dumbledore said enigmatically: "We can't put down today's lesson yet."

He took a bottle from the shelf where memories were stored and opened it. The silver liquid entered the pensieve and turned into a scene.

A handsome young man appeared inside.

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Among the many industries of Silver Hand, there is one that is least suitable for that huge business empire.

Huanmiao Divination Pavilion.

There are not even many people here who know about it.

It is located in a house with a black exterior between Johnny Silverhand's store and the Alchemy Workshop.

There is only one person inside, who is respectfully called the elder.

Even Tang Mi had doubts about what kind of effect this person who looked like a Muggle fortune teller could bring to Silverhand.

Drinks worth a hundred galleons were provided to Trelawney free of charge, and people would be arranged to pretend to be customers to increase the income of this dismal divination pavilion.

Over time, Tang Mi handed over the affairs here to a witch named Jennifer.

This witch graduated from Hufflepuff and is very patient.

Today is the seventh actor of Huanmiao Divination Pavilion, and Jennifer herself appears.

She pretended to be a confused woman and came to the Huanmiao Divination Pavilion.

Trelawney, who wore thick glasses, changed herself into an emerald green robe with small crystal **** as accessories.

It made her look like a goddess.

"Dear elder, I want to get guidance."

Jennifer said respectfully, but she was actually thinking about buying some freshly roasted quail when she went home.

She didn't hear the response and raised her head carefully.

But Trelawney, who was supposed to use her unreliable divination as usual, saw her eyes turned white at this moment, and she was in a state of confusion between illusion and reality.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, like someone who was about to die of thirst without drinking water for three days.

The strong smell of alcohol emanated from her body, and Jennifer was so frightened that she wanted to call someone.

Then Trelawney started talking nonsense;

"There has been a twist, hiss...the Dark Lord is looking for his servant in the darkness."

"The huge thing destroys everything, the destined enemy will kill the giant, in the flames, the cry of new life opens the dawn."

"The Dark Lord dies at the hands of his powerful enemy. Those who touch the taboo will not die well, and the gears of destiny will be disrupted."

It was as if Trelawney hadn't been lifted up in one breath. Jennifer didn't care about hiding and hurried over.

As soon as she came to Trelawny's side, she was grabbed by a pair of hands like chicken claws on the shoulders, and roared in an old and hoarse voice: "Those who trample life, you will enter the abyss -!"

"Yuan-ahem-!" Trelawney coughed twice with a dry throat. She looked at the frightened witch in front of her and said strangely: "Oh, why are you here, Miss?"

Jennifer broke free from the restraints and kept retreating as if she had seen a ghost. She turned pale and ran out regardless of Trelawney's inquiry.

Trelawney looked confused when she saw this, but she didn't know that the crystal ball on her table lit up slightly.

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Chapter 466 Change of Destiny

Destiny changes quietly and unconsciously.

When Harry left, John's fingers kept tapping on the gold locket.

"Slytherin's locket and Ravenclaw's diadem, is it a coincidence?"

He closed his eyes and meditated.

What a coincidence.

The two most difficult Horcruxes to find were sent to him by two boys at the end of July.

"The savior?"

John had heard the story of the Savior too many times.

To be precise, the first Horcrux to be destroyed was Harry's hand.

That diary was destroyed by Harry's sword.

According to the original trajectory of the story, Harry is the one who finally confronts the Dark Lord.

Then this Horcrux should be destroyed by Harry.

"Destiny is changing. There are other things about prophecies."

John opened his eyes. This locket contained a piece of Voldemort's soul.

By getting it, John can confirm one thing.

"Horcruxes are no longer attractive to you, Tom."

Picking up the gold locket, John watched it swing in front of him.

Horcruxes are a stupid way to gain immortality by harming your own soul.

This approach is very ridiculous.

The loss of soul causes far greater harm than immortality.

So after Voldemort saw the new path, he did not hesitate to abandon the stupid method.

"Although he is a powerful wizard, he is not a qualified alchemist."

John smiled slightly, "It's an equal exchange, but he wants to avoid the price."

Putting away the gold locket, John started Voldemort's doomsday timer.

Now that the last Horcrux has been obtained, Voldemort's second chance is gone.

Voldemort's strength will be improved when his soul returns. John does not think it is a bad deal to give him a powerful wand.

"But what happened at the Burrow reminded me that I need more strength to face those dark creatures."

The outline of a plan appeared in John's mind.

The next day comes.

John went to class.

In the Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid watched John tinkering with his armor.

Speaking of which, John gave it to Hagrid.

Originally, the armor made of goblin craftsmanship was good-looking enough. After John's tinkering, the armor looked like a treasure that only nobles could afford.

Golden lines ran through the silver armor, and Hagrid was stunned for a moment.

What Hagrid didn't expect was that before his original plan to train Graup as an assistant began, Graup became John's assistant.

John placed a wedge in the armor near the neck and gave orders to Grawp, who was holding a club wrapped in iron.

"Smash it."

Grawp picked up the stick and hit it hard.

The ground was filled with dust, but there was only a dent in the armor.

John adjusted his posture and ordered Graup again.

Graup seemed to find joy in this boring work, with a smile on his big face.

By the end of this lesson, the large-scale armor belonging to Hagrid had only been engraved with less than one-tenth of the strange text.

"really weird."

Hagrid put the armor on to take a look, wiped the beard stuck on his collar and muttered: "It seems to have become lighter, I'm not sure."

I patted my belly, and it made a "dang-dang" sound.

"That's a hard protective spell," John said, pointing to the font on it that Hagrid couldn't understand. "Every carving can make it harder."

At first, John could carve the armor on his own, but later on, he needed Graup's power to complete it.

It's only one-tenth now, but the hardness is already amazing.

Hagrid asked in confusion: "Why should I strengthen it? I mean, I want to wear it out?"

"There will come a day," John said casually, "Don't forget your responsibilities. Dangerous animals are still terrible wizards. There is no harm in having this."

Hagrid was convinced.

I never expected that one day, I would wear it and resist an army alone.

After strengthening the defense of the humanoid tank, John looked at the course schedule.

Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions class.

Today's class must be very lively.

Sure enough, after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended.

The students were all discussing ways to deal with the Inferi.

After narrowly escaping from death, Sirius stopped competing with Snape for vindictiveness. He realized that the group of Inferi surrounding the Burrow might one day appear in Hogwarts.

What he can do is to teach every lesson well so that when this happens, the students can escape.

Of course, the essential Gryffindor extra points will not be saved.

With Harry's experience in dealing with the Inferi, Gryffindor gained 25 points.

Arrive at 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-colored potion John gave him could really detoxify.

But unfortunately, he didn't find it.

Harry, who had reached a kind of superstition about this book, felt uneasy.

The bottle of medicine was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital in the morning.

If there is something wrong with the medicine or it is ineffective, you will feel very guilty.

Not even Snape's familiar sarcastic voice in his ears could stir his emotions at all.

Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor, almost deducting all the points from Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This lesson is about preparing an antidote based on the poison.