Chapter 325

John's accountability ended abruptly here.

It wasn't that he had said enough, but that Hermione had arrived with Madam Pomfrey and several professors.

It was just right to let Professor Slughorn digest it properly.

The urgent matter now was to treat Harry and the others.

Madam Pomfrey quickly squatted down to check the students' physical condition.

Professor Snape took the poisoned wine handed over by John and rushed to prepare the antidote.

John naturally wasn't idle; after informing Madam Pomfrey of the rescue measures he had taken, he went with Professor Snape to prepare the antidote.

Professor Slughorn went to the Headmaster's office with Dumbledore.

No one knew what they discussed inside.

But when Professor Slughorn walked out of that oak door again, his back seemed to be straighter than when he came.

Two days passed quickly.

Harry and the others were all lying in the school infirmary.

Fortunately, John's timely rescue had bought them precious time.

John and Professor Snape had prepared the antidote in less than a night.

Now the poison in their bodies was cleared, but they still needed to rest for a few days.

Because the body damaged by the toxins needed time to repair.

The most anxious one was Harry.

A few days ago, Katie, the Chaser of their Gryffindor team, had just been sent to St. Mungo's.

Now he, the team captain and Seeker, had fallen down too.

In two days, it would be the day of the match, and Gryffindor would likely be completely out of the running for the Quidditch Cup this year.

John couldn't help but complain.

"What time is it, and you still have the heart to care about that lousy ball game."

"John, you don't understand the importance of Quidditch..."

Harry, clearly weak as could be, still retorted in a strong tone.

This appearance made John laugh.

He had no choice but to wave his hand and say: "Alright, let's talk about serious business."

"Professor Slughorn has confessed everything; the day before yesterday, after you were hospitalized, he went to find the Headmaster alone."

Harry, who had been very weak, heard this, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Really?"

"Fake."

Harry: "?"

"Cough, sorry, I'm used to it; it's true."

John coughed lightly and said seriously.

"Tom back then, that is Voldemort, indeed asked Professor Slughorn about the method of making Horcruxes."

"The Headmaster said Voldemort also casually mentioned that 7 is a number full of magic."

"So the Headmaster deduced that Voldemort might have made 7 Horcruxes."

John slowly recounted the content he had discussed with Dumbledore yesterday.

Yesterday, he had finally stayed up all night with Professor Snape and got the antidote out.

Before he could even rest, Dumbledore found him.

Saying that Slughorn had finally let go and voluntarily confessed the truth of the past.

However, Dumbledore didn't let John watch that memory, but told him in the form of an oral account.

And rationally analyzed the next target.

"We have already found four Horcruxes now."

"Only three left."

"The only one with a clue currently is Bellatrix; she very likely also keeps a Horcrux."

"As for the remaining two, the Headmaster made a conjecture: after Voldemort's resurrection this time, there was an inseparable giant python by his side, the one that attacked Mr. Weasley."

"It is very likely also one of the Horcruxes."

"Because Horcruxes can use living things as carriers."

Speaking of this, John paused, recalling the expression Dumbledore had when discussing the last Horcrux with him yesterday.

"As for the last one, the Headmaster said he also has a clue, but didn't share it with me."

"Said to wait until those two Horcruxes are found before talking about it."

"Mysterious."

He always felt the Headmaster was hiding something from them.

But he had no evidence; after all, the Headmaster had no reason to hide it from him now.

He even knew that Professor Snape was a spy; what else could the Headmaster hide from him?

So he just assumed the Headmaster actually didn't have a clear clue either.

That was why he wasn't in a hurry to reveal it, so as not to cause misleading information.

Harry also didn't think much of it; he trusted the Headmaster unconditionally.

"That's good news; our progress is already more than halfway."

Harry said happily.

"Uh-huh, and you don't have to go to Professor Slughorn's gathering anymore later."

John said with a smile.

"Can I go on a date with Ginny?"

Hearing this, Harry's face turned red instantly, and he said in a flurry.

"What date, Ginny and I just occasionally chat together, practice Quidditch together, eat together, together..."

The more Harry explained, the more the content of the explanation pointed to the intimacy of their relationship.

John raised his eyebrows teasingly and leaned toward Harry, laughing.

"Hey, Senior, we have this relationship, why are you still hiding it."

"I can share some of my experience with you~"

This really made Harry's heart move.

After all, he was someone who had taken down Hermione two years ago; maybe he really had some unique skills.

However, before he could hesitate to ask about the so-called experience.

A large hand slapped John's back of the head fiercely.

"Ouch!"

John cried out in pain and hurriedly looked back.

The person who hit him was Hermione.

"You're sharing experience with Harry? Don't mess up his affairs."

Hermione scolded John unhappily.

After saying that, she turned her head to look at Harry lying on the bed and said.

"Harry, listen to me, just one sentence."

"Exchange sincerity for sincerity, don't learn those flashy routines."

Harry hadn't answered yet, and John on the side retorted.

"No, no, no, since ancient times, sincerity cannot keep people, only routines can win hearts!"

John immediately interrupted Hermione's words, put one arm around Hermione's shoulder, and said to Harry.

"Routine my foot!"

Hermione stepped on John's toe with dissatisfaction, and the pain made John release his hand directly.

She grabbed John's ear again and asked maliciously.

"Then you tell me, what routine wins hearts?"

"Am I also someone you trapped with a routine?"

John shrank his neck in pain while waving his hands hurriedly.

"No, no."

"You don't need routines..."

Hearing this, Hermione was stunned and asked back: "Why?"

John looked at Hermione's beautiful eyes and said word by word.

"Because you like me, and I like you, so I don't need routines to keep you."

As soon as these words came out, Hermione's face turned red to the roots of her ears.

Her tightly pursed lips opened, and for a moment she didn't know whether to be annoyed or shy.

Finally, she just patted John unhappily.

John also took the opportunity to hold Hermione's hand, smiling like a 200-pound fat man.

Completely ignoring that there was still a pair of eyes staring at them on the side.

Harry had been looking forward to what advice they could give him.

As a result, listening to them, it turned into listening to them show off their affection and feed him dog food.

Finally, he silently pulled the quilt over his face.

Tired, let it be destroyed...