I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Bathilda Bagshot is a writer.

She is more interested in books than anything else, including the pursuit of love.

My greatest interest is to organize what I know and what I find into a note.

This led her to have a keen interest in the history of magic.

She was not a stunning beauty when she was young, because she often stayed in the library, but her original pretty appearance was replaced by the title of nerd.

Because she herself is a little slow to respond to other things.

But Bathilda didn't care, she had graduated from that school for decades.

The past has not changed her, and she often stays in her house.

On this day, the old aunt walked out of the house on a whim, and she walked past the neighbor's yard full of morning glory.

See that courtyard, and the closed doors and windows.

Bathilda was full of pity.

Not so long ago, the children there got out of hand and let the pretty woman die.

I even brought a cake to my door to try to become friends with that lady.

It's a pity that the lady didn't take her own cake.

Later, the eldest son of that family got his own evaluation in the magazine, and the family gradually got in touch with him.

She sympathized with the children of this family, the father left because of violent behavior, and the mother died.

Three children remain, the youngest of whom is a girl who is sick.

Walking through this yard, Bathilda walked along a stream and walked into a quiet forest.

This is a place where few people come, where she can fully relax her tired mind from reading.

But today, in this quiet and secluded forest, there is one more person.

It was a boy who looked slender and fragile.

His snow-white hair and lifeless eyes made him look pitiful.

Even the old Aunt Bathilda, who didn't care much about other things, couldn't help but want to hug this fragile boy at this moment.

She tried to strike up a conversation with the teenager.

"Where is the little wizard?"

This is a very poor way to strike up a conversation. If I were my flirtatious nephew, I could do better.

Why do you know you are a wizard?

Bathilda blamed intuition that the boy didn't look like a Muggle.

Although the young man could not see with his eyes, when he turned his head, there was an invisible coercion at that moment.

That's why the old aunt was a little slow and didn't feel it.

The young man had an unbelievable expression on his face, and he groped with his hands to stand up.

Finger touched a thorny vine.

The pitiful appearance made the old aunt who had been lonely all her life couldn't bear it.

"If possible, may I ask you, where is this place?" The young man restrained his pressure and asked very politely.

This is much more polite than his nephew.

"Poor boy, this is the forest in Godric's Hollow, where is your family?"

...

In Bathilda Bagshot's house.

There was a smell in the attic, a musty smell of damp wood.

There was supposed to be a leak at the stairs, but the owner didn't seem to bother to fix it.

John was a little thankful that although he landed a little bit off, but luckily he was still in his own country.

The person I met was also a wizard.

But she should be a very nerdy wizard, because she doesn't even know the famous John Wick.

Which poor little wizard thought he was.

It doesn't matter to John, he will repay the other party later.

There is something wrong with the eyes. John guesses that it should be related to souls and curses. If you mix some soul potions, even if you can't return to normal, you won't be able to see things in black now.

Picking up a biscuit from the table, John guessed it was chocolate.

He ate it and could barely tell the difference.

"Thank you for your hospitality." John chuckled lightly, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I don't think you can help me." Aunt Bathilda shook her head.

She just overflowed with sympathy and brought the child home.

I don't expect this child to be able to help me.

Judging by his age, this child should be a student.

"Are you a Hogwarts student?" Bathilda asked, "It seems that the holidays haven't started yet."

"Huh?" John frowned. The man couldn't tell the time. He said patiently, "You remember wrongly. It's already a holiday."

"There is a Hogwarts fifth-year student in my neighbor's house." Bathilda said incredulously, "He hasn't come home yet."

"Maybe something's holding him up," John shrugged. "I've been on vacation for a week . . . and so on."

Thinking of a possibility, John's face tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What month is today?"

Bathilda said, "May 5rd, I don't remember wrongly."

Hearing her answer, John confirmed his guess, and murmured in a dazed way: "It seems that the deviation is not the position."

Something is wrong with timing.

Hogwarts ends its academic year in mid-June, and the clock is now turned back by more than a month.

Besides...

Maybe more than a month.

John asked with some difficulty: "Excuse me...how many years is it now?"

Some doubts about his question, but Bathilda's blunt emotion didn't find anything wrong, and said: "99 years."

John was dumbfounded, did he go to the future?

Immediately afterwards, he heard Bathilda say: "In 1899, you also seemed to be a confused person."

1899 years?

Go back almost 100 years?

John was completely silent for the moment.

Bathilda complained, "You have a lot of problems."

"Sorry, one last question," John smiled bitterly at Bathilda, "Do you have a Time-Turner?"

...

Clearly, as a writer, Bathilda Bagshot had nothing to do with the Reticent Man.

John was taken in.

Because he has nowhere else to go.

Although he claimed to be a sixth year student at Hogwarts and not expelled, Bathilda seemed to take this as his stubbornness.

He also knew the name of the person who rescued him, Bathilda Bagshot.

The name sounded familiar, but John recalled it carefully, but didn't remember it.

After all, his brain is not a computer, it can store things constantly.

In other words, he can't think of it now.

Because he had just experienced a scene where he was exiled from the entire wizarding world.

"Such a thing, even if the magic hates me, there won't be a second time, right?"

Magic also needs to be disciplined. It is fair to destroy once and be exiled once.

It's just that I didn't expect to return to the world, but it was from the last century.

Fortunately, John didn't have to deal with Voldemort again.

In this year, Voldemort had not yet been born.

He stayed with the Bathildas.

John is blind despite his eyes.

But his magic is still there.

"Maybe I can go find my teacher."

He thought about it and thought of his teacher.

At this time, Nicole Flamel was alive and somewhere.

But as soon as this idea came out, it was rejected by John himself.

Regarding time magic, there are also taboos.

Two of the most important points.

No contact with your past self is allowed.

Can't change anything in the past.

Someone has done this before, and the result is that the history of that family has been completely changed, and the price paid is also heavy.

John has to be careful in this world.

Because if he does something, it is likely to change the entire world in the future, and even affect himself.

"Before going back, you need to proceed with caution."

He was in Bathilda's attic, full of thoughts.

John caught the sound of a drop of water falling to the ground.

He got up and went out to the stairs.

Tap the armrest with your finger.

The super sense spell is activated.

He 'sees' where the drip is.

Reach out and aim for that spot.

Self-channel: "Restoration (reparo)"

A white light flew out from John's palm, and then...

"boom!"

"What happened?" Bathilda was alarmed.

Bathilda was stunned, looking above a broken skylight.

John was also stunned.

He remembered that what he had cast was the Repairing Curse.

Fingers closed together stiffly and then loosened.

"I'd better not abuse magic until I have a new wand."

John gave Bathilda a polite smile to hide his embarrassment.

Bathilda looked at the skylight pierced by the Shattering Curse, and then at John's shy face.

In the end, the water leak in Bathilda's house was repaired.

Well, Bathilda's.

Anyway, he is also a wizard. If he is not too lazy to pay attention to it, he will not miss it until now.

John's shattering spell made Bathilda have to consider whether her house would be made even more humid by a heavy rain.

But Bathilda asked John, and reminded the student who was suspected of being expelled from Hogwarts.

It is best to use a magic wand for wizards to cast spells.

Casting spells without a wand is something that needs to be extremely proficient in magic.

"Okay, I'm a scumbag."

John was helpless, he was the majestic king of Slytherin, Hogwarts had been ranked number one all year round, a talented student that even Hermione couldn't shake.

One day, he would be regarded as a scumbag, the kind of scumbag who was expelled.

Speaking out, it is estimated that Malfoy can die of laughter.

In fact, Bathilda didn't say it, and John didn't intend to continue using magic.

In case of losing control again, he was afraid of blowing up the place.

Before regaining his wand, John decided to remain a non-magic man.

And there is even worse news for this time travel.

The sword of Silver Wick is lost.

...