I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

forbidden forest.

A huge fur ball fell from the sky and hit the pothole in front of him heavily.

The surroundings of this pothole are smooth, and it has been knocked down countless times.

A huge Zouwu fell from the sky. It grabbed the fur ball and ran to John, hoping that he would play with it.

John used the object magic to grab the fur ball and threw it into the distance.

The mane on Zouwu's neck was shiny, and his body burrowed into the space tunnel to catch the hair ball where it landed.

Going back and forth like this several times, Zou Wu became more and more excited.

John rubbed his sore arm and said helplessly, "That's all for today."

"Whoosh~"

Zou Wu purred and moved his head closer to John.

John patted its big head, indicating that he had to go first.

"Stop harming the Thestrals, they don't dare to approach here anymore."

Thestrals live in the Forbidden Forest, so they are only needed when school starts, and they are free most of the time.

Zouwu likes to scare thestrals in the past. Some thestrals are so frightened that they will attack. At that time, Zouwu will run away.

This kind of baseness is like a big cat.

Since Hagrid was away for the time being, John had no choice but to come back and take on the task of raising the Zouwu.

Although it doesn’t matter if the Zouwu is a herd, it can support itself.

But such a big guy, if not restrained, can easily cause trouble for other creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

"Don't go to the centaur, those guys have a bad temper."

Patiently exhorting Zouwu, John used mind magic to appease its restless heart due to separation.

Basil was standing on a tree, and under the tree was Tom trying to climb up.

One bird and one dog, it was a stalemate for two hours.

Basil was so annoyed that he raised his wings and knocked a wild fruit down on Tom's head.

Tom became more angry and barked to climb up.

It crawled on the tree with its dog's paws, and the bark was smashed with scratches.

"Okay, go back."

He whistled and called back the two little guys who were in a stalemate.

Basil flew onto John's shoulder and landed, and Tom circled around John.

Zou Wu looked back at John three times a step, and John waved at it.

A little thestral ran up to John, staring at John with pupilless eyes.

John went up to check and saw a Thestral feather growing out. He was surprised: "You rarely see a Thestral feather at your age."

Patting the little Thestral on the head, John told Basil to fly to Hagrid's hut and bring some meat over.

The bloody raw meat was placed in front of the little thestrals, which was the price in exchange for thestral feathers.

It is also the tacit understanding between John and thestrals.

Leaving with raw meat, the little thestrals returned to the group.

...

Today is Conservation of Magizoology.

As a substitute teacher, Professor Graplan brought a Bowtruckle.

This is a magical animal that is proficient at picking locks. On the black market, these little guys are priceless.

"Hogwarts is like a treasure, always able to bring unexpected surprises."

The little twig stands in John's palm, as if playing a real twig.

Harry was in a bad mood, and he desperately wanted to know where Hagrid was.

So he asked Professor Graplan when everyone was choosing the food for the Bowtruckle, and he got a strong reply 'I don't know'.

This made him a little annoyed, but he didn't let himself know.

When Malfoy passed him, there was some coldness in his eyes.

Harry stared back unconvinced, and Hermione and Ron gave each other a look, knowing that the current Harry should not be allowed to mess around.

They blocked their passionate gaze, and Hermione advised him, "If anything happens to Hagrid, Dumbledore will know."

"Ouch!" Harry cried out in pain when he was grabbed by the Bowtruckle too hard.

Hermione's persuasion did not make him feel better, and he still had to go to confinement with that annoying pink toad.

The greenhouse doors of herbalism are open.

Step out of the fourth grade students.

Luna and Ginny came out.

They have class together today.

There was a fart sound in Luna's pocket, and the Horned Snork appeared in John's pocket.

He put his hand in his pocket and felt a heavy hand.

Holding the horned snoring beast and taking it out, Malfoy immediately became vigilant.

Weighing the Snork, John narrowed his eyes and said, "You've gotten heavier and bigger."

The Crooked-Horned Snork was about to run into John's pouch, when he heard this, mooing.

John felt that it should have something to do with the intake of mana, he thought thoughtfully: "Maybe I should give you some other food."

Just eating fruit will not grow up, John wants to see if the horned snorkel will grow.

Taking a dragon fruit from the small bag and holding it against the horn, the horned snoring beast farted again and left.

Thinking that the armor he took out from Lestrange was still there, John, Malfoy and the others went to Hagrid's cabin after talking.

There was no difference from the last time we left here, and Hagrid didn't even bother to repair the broken window glass.

Taking out the huge armor from the small bag, John took out his wand and waved it.

The huge armor set is neatly placed on a shelf.

When he was done, he left a letter for Hagrid.

Otherwise Hagrid would think some troll lived in his house and left a suit of armor behind.

Although this armor was modified by John.

Noticing something left in the stove, John narrowed his eyes.

What remains is a corner of parchment, which appears to be an unburned letter.

Stretching out his hand, only a corner of parchment flew into his palm.

John pinched the horn, lost in thought.

...

Harry was sentenced to confinement for contradicting the investigator.

There is no way to tell Professor McGonagall about this matter.

Now that the Ministry of Magic is clearly going to intervene in the rectification, other professors can't say anything.

In fact, it may not be a bad thing, as Professor Flitwick said.

People like Trelawney, who are more liars than teachers, were also recruited by Dumbledore as teachers.

It is true that Trelawney does have the Celestial Eye, but the trigger state is a mystery, and it relies more on some psychological methods for teaching.

Only John, a talented person, can be taught, and those other students are all at a loss.

Couldn't Dumbledore just keep people at Hogwarts?

Do you have to let him be a teacher?

Perhaps Dumbledore was not suitable as a headmaster, and many of the decisions he made did not consider the future of the students.

As a weapon to check and balance Dumbledore, Umbridge has great authority at Hogwarts.

Students can be placed in confinement, fined for plagiarism, points deducted, and the like.

So it was reasonable for Harry to be locked up.

Professor McGonagall, as vice-chancellor, could not make a difference.

It's just that Professor McGonagall never imagined that Umbridge's confinement was not simple.

It's five o'clock.

Harry walked into Umbridge's office.

Since she is not a professor, she had to rearrange an office.

Fortunately, Hogwarts has a lot of empty rooms.

When Harry walked in, he saw many cat dishes of different colors.

Those cats were dressed in bows of various colors.

Harry felt sick.

He had hoped that Umbridge would let him take part in Friday's Quidditch Keeper selection, but he had been turned down.

Because Harry was going through a week of detention.

Umbridge said coquettishly, "You're going to write a few sentences for me, Mr Potter, no, not with your quill."

She stopped Harry from taking out the quill, and instead held out a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip.

"I want you to write, I can't lie." She said softly.

Harry asked, "How many times do you write it?" No matter how many times you write it, as long as you can get yourself to participate in the Quidditch trials.

"Write until this sentence is engraved in your heart." Umbridge said coquettishly, with an intriguing expression on his face, "Start writing."

Harry thought confinement was a punishment, and it was just copying.

He asked if there was no ink, but Umbridge told him he didn't need it.

In the wizarding world, anything is possible.

Harry didn't delve into it, he picked up the pen and wrote, and the bright red ink floated on the paper like blood.

Just finished writing the first sentence, Harry gasped in pain.

On the back of his hand, a line of words appeared, like a knife scraped in, bright red.

Soon the line disappeared, and Harry looked up at Umbridge.

See that toad-like face with a disgusting smile.

"Write it."

...