I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John went back on the day of the owl exam, and basically no one asked him where he had been during this time.

In the eyes of the students, if John Wick stayed in one place and wasn't so mysterious, then he wasn't John Wick.

The Ministry of Magic came to invigilate the exam, and the old woman who had supervised Dumbledore's exam, Greselda Marchban, was among them.

The exam will last for two weeks, with theoretical exams in the morning and practical exams in the afternoon.

Some special events, such as astronomy, will be conducted at night.

A tense atmosphere spread in the Hogwarts castle, and some students were still cramming their books and memorizing them by rote.

"You look very bad, John," Daphne put the milk in front of John.

John picked it up and took a sip, then chuckled and said, "You know, Daphne."

He said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Mark my words, Daphne."

The worry in Daphne's eyes did not dissipate, and Malfoy was talking to himself there, covering his ears with his hands to avoid external influences.

He needed to memorize as much of that long history of magic as possible before the theory class came.

The morning theory test takes place in the auditorium.

The long tables that were originally placed in the auditorium disappeared and were replaced by individual tables and chairs.

The invigilator sits at the teaching desk, where it is clear to see if anyone is cheating.

Both grades [-] and [-] take the exam, with grade [-] being the first to enter.

John sat there with Goyle in front of him and Malfoy on the far right.

"Gol, just play normally." He said to the disturbed Gore.

Only then did Gore realize that John was behind.

"But my brain is not working very well," said Goyle fidgeting. "They say I look like a little troll."

John patted him on the back to comfort him, "Don't care about other people's eyes, what you have to believe is the knowledge you have learned in your mind, and skip the questions you don't know, maybe you will understand after a while." gone."

Gore gradually calmed down after hearing this.

As Professor McGonagall turned the hourglass on the table, the exam began.

John glanced at the test paper, picked up the pen and dipped the ink.

The first topic is about the levitation spell and the movement of the wand.

From getting the test paper to starting to write, John hardly paused.

Like a printing press, the answers are written in neat letters.

Goyle in front of him seemed to be in trouble, but then he was pleasantly surprised.

It seems that he listened to John's words and skipped the questions he didn't know.

The exam lasted two hours, but it took John only half an hour to finish it.

He put down the pen, his eyes blanked.

A familiar panel appeared in front of my eyes.

He moved his gaze to the line of magic power.

Originally, according to the training process, it would take at least another year for him to reach level 6 magic power.

The oak mage doubles the speed at which he absorbs magic power, and it is estimated that it will take some time before he reaches level 6.

Professor McGonagall was patrolling the examination room. Among the crowd who were writing and scratching their heads, John's leisurely composure seemed very eye-catching.

She couldn't help herself, and walked towards John.

Walking to John and stopping, Professor McGonagall moved his gaze to the parchment, and couldn't help showing surprise.

Turning to look at John's eyes also changed, she saw Hermione was still writing out of the corner of her eye, and shook her head quite unbearably.

The whole of Hogwarts knew that Hermione Granger's biggest wish was to surpass John.

But at this moment, Professor McGonagall felt a little despair for his favorite student.

Facing such a monster, it takes a lot of courage just to look up.

Hermione, who was still writing the test paper, suddenly had an itchy nose. She resisted the urge to rub her nose, feeling as if someone was talking about her.

Looking at her densely written answers on the test paper, Hermione regained her confidence.

Two hours passed quickly.

Malfoy seemed to be floating when he walked out of the auditorium, still muttering about when he learned the hiccup curse.

Daphne rubbed her sore wrist and said, "I seem to have missed a letter about the Happy Curse."

After lunch, the afternoon is practical exams.

Called alphabetically into a small room next to the auditorium.

John was almost the last to be called.

He saw Malfoy coming out confidently. For Malfoy, practice was much easier than those long-winded theories.

Greselda Marchban happened to be free when he came in.

So he went to the old woman's table.

March class looked at the student who was amazed by her, and said with emotion: "The last time we met was at the Ministry of Magic, hello, John Wick."

"Professor March class." John responded with a smile.

There were several kinds of cups, flowers and mice on the old woman's table. She said in an old voice, "Take this egg cup and let it turn sideways a few times for me to see."

John glanced, and the cup automatically flew to John.

He took out his wand casually, and the eggcup flipped sideways amid Marchbane's amazed expression.

"It's perfect," Marchban's old voice cried out.

"Now, please let the cup fly, and it would be better if you could let the flowers bloom in it."

Just as Marchban's voice fell, John waved his wand.

Three flowers fell from the three egg cups and bloomed inside.

Now March class couldn't help applauding, she suddenly had an idea and said: "As an extra bonus item, you can make them appear more changes."

John raised his eyebrows, and all the mice on the table flew up.

They turned green, blue, red, yellow, flowers fell into cups, leaves stretched like arms, flowers bloomed in different colors.

"Perfect levitation spell, color-changing spell, growth spell."

Now it's not just Maqiban, but everyone else applauds.

John bowed slightly, always with a light smile on his face.

He snapped his fingers, the color of the mouse changed back to normal, and it ran back into the cage with a creak.

The next day's exam was mainly about metamorphosis.

For the theory test in the morning, John still finished it in half an hour.

In the practical exam, John once again amazed the examiners.

He turned the ferret into a vase, summoned flowers from it, and with another wave of his wand, the vase disappeared.

Regarding this aspect, Malfoy is not as embarrassing as yesterday, his Transfiguration has always been a weakness.

Instead Daphne came out with a smile on her face, she did well.

On the third day, the herbal medicine exam was held. John was a master alchemist. If he didn't even know these things, it would be a shame.

While everyone was in a hurry, John had already finished changing pots, picking, and extracting.

The examiner was a little numb. This student didn't seem to have any shortcomings.

The fourth day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, in which Harry was very confident.

Especially after the practical exam, he even used the Patronus Charm as a bonus item, causing applause to erupt inside.

When John went in, he looked calm and came in front of another examiner.

Professor Tofudi had just taken the Harry Potter test, and after seeing John Wick again, he couldn't bear to ask for extra points after the previous test.

John glanced at him. The old man was interested.

It seems to want to see who is more powerful, John Wick or Harry Potter.

When the silver albatross appeared, Professor Tofudi couldn't help applauding again.

"Brilliant!" he said happily. "You surprised me, Wick."

Seeing that he was full of interest, John smiled lightly and said, "Are you more surprised?"

Tofudi was stunned and asked, "Do you have any other high-level spells?"

John raised his wand, and white light condensed on the tip of the wand.

He threw it out suddenly, and the white light with shattering attributes turned into lightning and shuttled quickly.

"A stunning variant of the Crushing Curse!" Tofudi's neck flushed with excitement.

John's wand hit the table, and the crisp sound was transmitted as a wave, destroying the surrounding things.

"Another variant!" Tofudi had never seen such a shattering curse.

The shattered thing recovered quickly, and John swung his wand quickly at a table.

The invisible sharp blade cut the table. Tofudi couldn't describe his excitement anymore. He took a breath and said, "What an advanced cutting curse."

He tried to repair the table with a charm, but found that the cut table could not be repaired.

This made Tofudi completely change his face, and asked carefully: "This spell?"

"I made it myself," John said.

Tofudi was amazed, is this a genius? He has already created his own magic when others are still learning.

"Excellent, I can guarantee it." Tofudi gave a thumbs up.

John nodded slightly and left the room.

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