33: The House Cup

 "Ack! Who is it!"

It was too late when Voldemort found out.

John swung his sword towards his hand holding the Philosopher's Stone without hesitation.

The flying arm did not have much blood but shrank quickly.

"Come out!"

The staggering Voldemort waved his wand with his remaining hand, and the green light shot toward the direction of the invisible John.

John rolled sideways to avoid the spell.

The sword in his hand swung like a windmill, cutting off Voldemort's other hand.

Drawing out the wand, John launched the final blow.

Aiming at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a dazzling white light.

"Reducto!"

"Ugh—!"

Voldemort's weak body was shattered in an instant, and John sat down.

"Fortunately, his current state was not as good as the Forbidden Forest."

John's action was very cool, but in fact it consumed a lot of his mind.

Especially when he had dodged the green light.

"Huff.. that was too risky."

If Voldemort's body was a little better, and if Voldemort wasn't startled by his sudden movement, the previous blow would have been enough to kill him.

Fortunately, John's training over the past few days gave him the instinct to dodge.

After sitting for a while, John looked at Harry who was struggling.

Although Voldemort was dead, the pain in the scar was still there.

He walked over and picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

From Harry's perspective, Voldemort looked like he was fighting with a ghost. In just a moment, his two arms were cut off, and then his body exploded.

He was still in doubt when he saw the Philosopher's Stone floating up.

 "Is it you, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry looked at the Philosopher's Stone hopefully. Just as John was about to speak, he saw the dead Voldemort condensed into a puff of black smoke and transformed into a hideous face flying towards Harry.

"Stop!"

Without thinking, John threw a weapon at the black smoke to stop it.

But this black smoke was not real. The flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.

Harry's ears screamed again, his mind went blank, and then he lost consciousness.

When John came to him, the black smoke had dissipated. He called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.

'Is he dead?'

Looking at Harry in doubt, John slapped the savior's face several times. Seeing that he still didn't react, he took out a lot of potions and prepared to try them one by one.

"I think Harry Potter is just too frightened."

A mellow and old voice sounded, John looked up and saw Dumbledore appearing.

He looked like he had just rushed back from outside.

"Mr. Wick, I think you can now remove the Disillusionment Charm."

After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.

After removing it, he showed his figure, scratched his head awkwardly, and said, "Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore said with relief in his eyes, "It seems that you have chosen the right path and have not been blinded by power."

John's eyes flashed with understanding. Sure enough, this old man knew what he and Quirrell were studying in secret.

It seems that everything is under the control of the other party. Maybe he didn't leave the school at all. It was a bit unnecessary for him to do so.

He said respectfully, "It's all because of the good teaching of the school."

In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore also rushed back.

It was not long ago that he learned that someone had entered the location of the Philosopher's Stone. If John had not arrived in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.

Dumbledore picked up Harry and waved his hand, and the sea of ​​fire dissipated.

"Let's first send Harry to the hospital wig. Poor child, I don't know if he can catch up with the Quidditch match with Ravenclaw."

John nodded, and when he left, he blinked, and he seemed to still have the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Looking at Dumbledore who didn't notice it, John hesitated for a while and said, "Professor, what about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile on his face, "I'm glad you are an honest child. Remember our agreement? I think my old friend Nicolas Flamel doesn't mind his Philosopher's Stone being used by a little wizard for a while."

W-What..!?

John stopped in surprise, looking like a homeless man who had won a lottery.

 ...

 June 9th.

Three days have passed since the incident, and John's mood has not calmed down.

"Mix the dragon's blood with the wetland soil, and use a silver rubbing knife to scrape off some powder from the corner..."

The bright red stone was placed on the table, and John was refining the amulet with the dragon's blood and some materials.

Under his careful carving, a badge with a star surrounding the wand gradually appeared.

John took out a pen tube made of snowy owl feathers and a silver head.

He carved on it and the runes were engraved.

"The last step."

Wiping the sweat off his face, John put the badges into the crucible to soak.

Throwing the magic stone in and stirring for a while, the water in the pot turned red and then turned black.

Finally, the water in the crucible became clear, and John took out the badges and the magic stone.

There was a galaxy on the badge, and he wore it on his chest. There were three inchantments on it that could resist three times of damage, and there were six empty positions to fill in further inchantments in the future.

The badges could sense each other.

He made a total of nine pieces, and John put the other eight away.

Looking at the crucible that was larger than the others, John opened a crack in the crucible, and the melted silver water inside was almost gone.

Then he threw in the dragon blood and the remaining unicorn horn.

John closed the crucible and waited for it to melt completely.

He poured the silver liquid into the prepared mold, and the sizzling sound continued.

After it cooled completely, John knocked open the mold and a silver sword appeared inside.

He threw the cooled sword back into the crucible and threw the Philosopher's Stone in at the same time.

John nervously watched the changes in the crucible from time to time.

"I sold everything I could to get this little bit of mithril. I must not fail."

Under his extremely nervous gaze, the changes in the crucible stopped.

He opened the crucible with great expectation, but the situation inside made his face stiffen.

"..."

 "Failed."

The sword in the crucible turned golden, which was the effect of the Philosopher's Stone turning stone into gold.

But John didn't want to turn stone into gold, he wanted to improve the quality of this sword.

Disappointment floated on his face, John sighed and said: "Even if there is a Philosopher's Stone, it is still too difficult to refine a sword on par with the level of Gryffindor's sword."

Taking out the golden sword, John thought he could still sell it for some money.

Looking at the time, it was already the end-of-year banquet.

John had to put his things away, put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.

Today is very lively.

In the hall, Harry came out of the school hospital, but he was a little depressed after learning that Greffindore lost the quidditch game with Ravenclaw because of his absence.

Slytherin's green and silver were adorned in the hall, and they had won the House Cup for seven consecutive years.

John sat in Slytherin's seat, glanced at Malfoy's arrogant look, and then looked at Gryffindor, who was 160 points lower than Slytherin.

If it weren't for Malfoy, it would be hard to say who would win.

Dumbledore was giving a speech, and when Slytherin's house points were mentioned, Slytherin burst into thunderous cheers and stomping, and John also contributed.

"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, and just when everyone thought he was going to declare victory, he changed the subject: "However, several recent events must also be taken into account."

The hall fell silent, Slytherin felt something was wrong, and Malfoy's smile faded.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have a few final points to distribute, let me see, by the way..."

"First, Mr. Ron Weasley, he won the most exciting game of chess in Hogwarts in many years, for which I will reward Gryffindor House with 50 points."

"Second, Miss Hermione Granger, she calmly carried out logical reasoning in the face of the raging fire, I will reward Gryffindor House with 50 points."

"Third, Mr. Harry Potter, he showed great vigilance and extraordinary courage, for which I will also reward Gryffindor House with 60 points!"

Reversal...

A shocking reversal!

Gryffindor, who was originally behind, caught up with Slytherin in an instant, and the contributions of the three little ones made the other houses cheer loudly.

Dumbledore raised a hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and he smiled and said, "There are many kinds of courage."

"We need enormous courage to deal with enemies, and it also takes a great amount of courage to stick to our position in front of friends."

"Therefore, I will reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with 10 points!"

Explosion, a complete explosion!

Slytherin was shouting about the conspiracy, while other houses were celebrating as if they were going to overturn Hogwarts.

Malfoy had already knocked on the table with his goblet to show his dissatisfaction, and every Slytherin had a gloomy face.

Gryffindor's score came on top, and everyone except Slytherin seemed to be satisfied with the result.

John couldn't help but complain: "Gryffindor, as expected, has more points."

Just forced addition, right?

Things seemed to be settled, John saw the stiff smile of his head of the house and couldn't help but shake his head pitifully.

"Quiet, everyone please be quiet."

Dumbledore spoke again, but he did not announce the result but looked at John.

"And finally, Mr. John Wick..."

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