I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The Holy Grail, which can restore youth and immortality, heals and protects all students.

"Actually, the Holy Grail can no longer hold up." Dumbledore sighed, "The power inside has been drained."

There are two things in Hogwarts, one is the Book of Admission and the other is the Pen of Acceptance.

That was the magic thing, kept in the principal's office.

Every Hogwarts student's name is written, and that's how admissions are done.

John relies on these two things to cast a protective spell on all students.

Being able to protect the entire school's students, you can imagine how much magic this consumes.

No one can do this except the Holy Grail.

John often went to the principal's office in the sixth grade. In fact, it was for this purpose that he used magic without Slughorn's knowledge.

In fact, even if John did not destroy the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail would not be able to continue to support it.

However, the effects of destroying the Holy Grail in public and destroying the Holy Grail naturally are naturally different.

Just like old Barty, he saw with his own eyes that John destroyed the immortality he could obtain, and he only trusted him more.

Dumbledore coughed and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

His days are numbered.

…

Chapter 506 Achievement, Trader with God

Wails spread throughout Hogwarts.

The joy after the disaster was replaced by the impending death of an old man.

Sadness, this was the last thing they could do for the old man.

Dumbledore may have been lucky because he died with his ideals in mind, guarding Hogwarts and seeing it survive the war.

Everyone from the Order of the Phoenix gathered around Dumbledore.

Mrs. Weasley approached Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley caught his wife's shoulder.

Tonks's hand met Lupin's, and their hands were held tightly.

"How are you, Albus?" Slughorn asked Dumbledore.

As a potion master, he could see Dumbledore's current situation.

His right hand was completely black, and Dawn did not allow the Phoenix to rise from the ashes.

The curse from Voldemort afflicted the old man.

He fought to protect Hogwarts to the end, but was not favored.

Upon hearing the inquiry, the old man smiled kindly and said, "Very good, Horace."

There's nothing better than seeing the students at Hogwarts okay.

Sirius lowered his head. He couldn't bear to see the old man die.

Kingsley said: "The Ministry of Magic has arrested all the wizards who invaded Hogwarts. We have won, Dumbledore."

"Yes, we won." Dumbledore said weakly, "Voldemort is dead."

"Oh my God." Mrs. Weasley buried her head in her husband's arm.

The old man had been the Headmaster when they went to school, so it could be said that Dumbledore had witnessed everyone's time at the school.

Moody also showed grief when he arrived.

It was diagnosed by Snape and Slughorn, and the results they obtained were consistent.

Dumbledore will die.

The birth of one life must be accompanied by the passing of another life.

"Dumbledore!"

Harry stumbled in and saw Dumbledore's weak appearance.

The old man had never been like this.

That is the twilight of death, and the old Phoenix will eventually embark on the road of no return.

Harry couldn't accept it and cried bitterly.

Hermione and Ron also came in and gathered around Dumbledore.

"Albus, I find that I am really not suitable as a headmaster." Slughorn said sadly.

"But you did a good job, didn't you?" Dumbledore comforted his old friend, "You stayed with the school until the last minute."

"It's fun to watch the kids grow, isn't it?"

Dumbledore is as kind and wise as ever.

Even on the verge of death, this old man can still talk and laugh.

This is the difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Voldemort would do anything to survive, and Dumbledore would be relieved.

Professor McGonagall walked in hurriedly and covered her mouth when she saw this scene, with a sad look on her face.

Gradually, more and more people came.

The Weasley family, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Ginny.

Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout...

Hagrid walked into the foyer, taking off his armor and sadly wiping his nose with a spotted handkerchief.

Harry numbly held Hufflepuff's golden cup.

"Harry?"

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, and Harry forced a smile and said, "I'm fine."

He still had a hard time accepting this.

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, and the cries there grew louder.

His life is coming to an end.

Harry raised his head and tried not to shed tears.

Suddenly.

Sunlight from outside floods the foyer.

The light flashed across Hufflepuff's golden cup, and something inside the cup emitted a golden light.

Hermione was looking at Harry worriedly when she noticed this.

"Harry, cup," Hermione exclaimed.

Harry looked down and saw a golden liquid clinging to the bottom of Hufflepuff's golden cup.

The last bit of the Holy Grail potion.

Golden, like the color of hope.

…

[Ding, get the achievement, trader with God]

[Trader with God: The wanderer wandering between life and death, the one who negotiates with taboos, the one who hides outside the country]

John was also surprised to receive an achievement blessing.

"Looks a bit like Soul Walker."

John touched his chin and felt pain in his ears.

He looked sideways and saw that his mother was holding his ear with her right hand, and um, she was pulling Watson's ear with her left hand.

Obviously, Mrs. Wick wanted an explanation from John.

"Why didn't you tell me that you had done such a big thing at school?"

Mrs. Wick's eyes burned with rage.

Watson on the side wanted to speak, but Mrs. Wick's fingers forced him to scream.

John turned his attention to his uncle.

Seryozha received his nephew's plea for help and coughed twice.

"Well, let me say a few words."

"roll!"

"..."

John saw his uncle walking away in despair.

Aren't you the eldest brother? You should be in charge of your sister.

Seryozha turned his head away.

Sorry, although I am the eldest brother, your mother is the alpha wolf.

Seeing that he could no longer count on those useless adults, John decided to be self-reliant.

"Mom, you listen to my quibbles, no, listen to my explanation." John sweatdropped and his mouth dropped.

"I actually didn't know it was such a big deal. The only thing I didn't say was that I took a break from school for a while."

"Did you drop out of school?"

Mrs. Wick stared at John displeasedly, making John's scalp tingle.

He had seen his mother break the neck of the banshee before.

"Others framed me." John explained, "I had to leave school first."

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Watson said angrily, "John, you haven't explained why the owl turned into a fire dragon."

"Shut up!" Watson was held by Mrs. Wick's ears.

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Wick said angrily: "John finally came back, why did you yell at him?"

"ah?"

Watson was dumbfounded. I just asked and didn't yell.

But Mrs. Wick didn't care, she let go of her precious son's ears and rubbed them distressedly.

Then he turned around and became unreasonable to Watson.

What else could Watson do?

He knew that his wife would not do anything to the children, but in the end he endured everything.

John escaped from the clutches of the devil and turned around to see everyone in the Star Club holding back laughter.

He said angrily: "Stop laughing."

Malfoy laughed and said, "You are actually afraid of your mother."

Three seconds later, Malfoy was hanging from the tree.

John did it.

No one in the Star Club laughed. John gave the wand back to Daphne with a cold snort, and praised her: "Your wand is particularly easy to use with the fuchsia."

Daphne smiled sweetly, "I think it goes well too."

Only Malfoy's wounded world reached.

"Heinrich, how do you feel?" John smiled, "You've been sleeping for two years."