I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

All people, all people.

None of them expected that John would make such a big noise all of a sudden.

The youngest holder of the Merlin Medal in history, he broke the unsolvable blood curse.

They were stunned by the news, as if everything had become unreal.

Harry remembered yesterday, when he and Snape were learning Occlumency.

"Wish my grades improve?" Harry said bitterly.

Such an achievement, I am afraid that I will not be able to catch up in my life.

John Wick, he deserves to be called the best.

"John Wick is really the best student I have ever seen." Professor Flitwick couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

He never thought that a student would have such an achievement, let alone that John had broken the blood curse.

Snape's expression was complicated, which could no longer be summed up as excellent.

The news spread quickly through Hogwarts, and Baron the Bloody appeared at the Slytherin table.

"I knew there would be such a day." Bloody Baro felt like it was just yesterday when he saw the kid on the school night tour.

At that time, he still thought that this was a student who entered the wrong college, and that kind of adventurous spirit that was not afraid of death was simply Gryffindor.

Now it seems that it is indeed Slytherin.

Glory added, the king of Slytherin is well deserved.

Umbridge finally realized that he was going to quiet Slytherin with a dark face.

A large dung egg suddenly fell from the ceiling and hit her.

The stench was so strong that it almost made people faint.

Peeves laughed loudly.

"Salute to the King of Slytherin."

One after another, the big dung eggs exploded, making the entire auditorium stinky.

The students ran out of the auditorium, and Professor McGonagall was very angry.

This didn't dissuade Slytherin. On the contrary, apart from them, people from other colleges also joined in the cheers one after another.

Slytherin is Mu Qiang.

Then they are admired.

Because of this incident, even in the classroom, the professors showed mercy to the students.

"I said John Wick was going to be a big shot," Ernie MacMillan boasted of his foresight.

He told Hannah Abbott, "I knew he was going to be great since first grade."

"Hmm," Hannah Abbott said adoringly, with braids, "and the second grade, he protected Justin, and he fought the basilisk."

"Yeah, he's our protector," Justin said to Finch.

"You're very smart," Malfoy said as he walked over with his head held high and his face proud, "but I knew it before you did."

Someone shouted, "Do you mean the time you were beaten?"

Malfoy: "..." Whoever said that, come out!

Until John came back, he was jostled and lifted by the crowd.

Originally, John wanted to struggle, but there were too many people, so he had to accept his fate.

He was led back to the Slytherin common room like this, with adoring girls coming up to ask for autographs.

But it was strange that the pen disappeared before it was handed to John.

Pansy led the Slytherin girls to block the butterflies.

She gestured to Daphne, and stood there with a generous face.

Daphne was moved to tears.

Malfoy didn't even go to provoke Harry, he started a trailblazer along the way.

John also met Professor Trelawney, she said in a daze, "My child, I knew it, I saw you in my third eye, you are successful and famous."

Well, John smiled at her and said, "Thank you Professor Trelawney."

If Trelawney drank less alcohol, the smell of alcohol would not be so strong.

After she was given a detention evaluation by Umbridge, she became alcoholic.

There was no intention of celebrating with Slytherin, so Trelawney went back to the Astronomy Tower after finishing speaking.

...

The next day, John went to Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid carefully held the Medal of Merlin in his rough palm, and he said gruffly, "You are too powerful John, I will never have the chance to meet you in my life."

In fact, Hagrid was not so attached to the Merlin Medal, but he would feel that the Medal was extremely precious when his friend got it.

He also prepared a gift for John, some precious materials from the creatures of the Forbidden Forest.

John accepted it, and at the same time healed his newly added injury.

"Next time you get hurt, you can contact me directly." John frowned and said, "We are friends, Hagrid."

Hagrid smirked twice, marveling at John's magic.

Even Madam Pomfrey would take a while to heal, but John only needs a spell to get it done.

"I'm afraid your magical attainments are comparable to the professor's." Hagrid praised.

John went to feed the Thestrals, the little guy from last time had grown a lot.

That is, it is a little afraid of Zouwu, and Zouwu is there, so it dare not move around.

Stuffing the Medal of Merlin into the small bag, John is off to the unicorn colony.

He wants some unicorn horns, and some materials.

Wei Wei is happy to see him, and John brings stars to the unicorn.

This has become a tacit understanding between them, John brings the stars, and the unicorn sends the unicorn horn.

Clark was also intoxicated by the golden liquor, "This is the best liquor I've ever drunk, and the magic power in it can make unicorns stronger."

John prepared three bottles, opened one on the spot, and two bottles were hidden by Clark.

Clark needs to watch out for those greedy little unicorns.

In this regard, Wei Wei said that it must not be her.

Get some unicorn horns from the tree hole, and John also wants to pick some leaves from that big tree.

This tree is very important to the unicorn, but for the sake of the stars, Clark reluctantly agrees.

Coming out of the unicorn colony, John meets the centaur.

"Leave our forbidden forest!" the centaur warned grumpily, "and that big wizard."

The big guy meant Hagrid.

John looked up, and the pressure fell on the centaur.

"Watch your words," John said coldly. "Not your Forbidden Forest, but ours."

This made the horse people very angry, and the horse people drew their bows and arrows.

"We don't kill cubs," said a centaur.

They put down their bows and arrows, and after John walked over, he suddenly drew out his wand and pointed it in one direction.

The white light of the wand pierced through five or six big trees, and finally fell to the ground, instantly shattering a pothole.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and big trees fell.

The centaur was startled and his hoofs moved wildly.

John said flatly, "I don't kill cubs either."

The centaurs glared at John, John's eyes turned into vertical pupils, and his voice was cold, "If you use that kind of look again, I will regard it as provocation."

The centaur under his gaze had cold hands and feet, and his body fell down as if frozen.

"what have you done!"

"It's just a lesson for you to learn to restrain your temper."

John said calmly to the more sensible-looking centaur, "You should know I can do something."

The centaur looked ugly, but did not refute.

The fallen centaur was not life-threatening, but his stiff body prevented him from moving.

For John, it was easy to kill the horsemen.

Their bows and arrows cannot pierce their own scales, and their own shadows will consume their lives.

Centaurs are highly accomplished in divination and are extremely sensitive to danger.

They were irritable, and after feeling the real danger from John, they didn't dare to say anything else.

"Remember, if my friend Hagrid is in trouble, I will pay back to the centaur a hundred times over."

John didn't have much patience with this group of guys who depended on others and wanted to enclose the land as king. After issuing a warning, John left the Forbidden Forest.

Not long after he returned to the castle, an unexpected letter came from an unexpected person.

He looked up at Daphne, and after confirming that the letter was not sent by mistake, his expression was very strange.

"A letter from Mr. Greenglass?"

Not to Daphne, but to John.

There was a weird feeling in John's heart, the feeling was like writing to Malfoy himself, telling him that he wanted to talk to his mother.

The difference is that the letter was delivered directly to John.

He opened the letter, his eyes quickly swept over the letter.

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