I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Pansy is a person who is more emotional than rational, which can be seen every time she gets a boyfriend.

Total love brain.

But this is also the old tradition of Slytherin.

False love brain: Pretend to be sweet and look like a nympho.

Real love brain: Knowing that the crush is in danger, he immediately betrays the water and becomes an infernal person, and sacrifices his life to protect the crush's son.

Yes, my dear dean.

John was slandering his love-minded dean in his heart. Slytherin was linked to evil, and the attachment of emotions was the source.

John knew exactly what Theodore had done.

In the final Battle of Hogwarts, Theodore repents a little.

He didn't cast the Unforgivable Curse on Dumbledore, nor did he resist in the later stages.

"I thought you had already resigned to your fate." John looked at Theodore and said lightly, "It seems that you still want to struggle."

"Theodore, no matter where it is, a traitor is not a nice name."

John raised his hand to seal Pansy's mouth who wanted to speak for Theodore. He stared at Theodore and said word by word: "Tell me, Theodore, the reason to forgive you."

The coercion unreservedly vented towards the person in front of him.

In Theodore's eyes, John becomes a dragon that destroys the world.

And the sharp claws of the giant dragon were hanging on his head.

death.

The intuitive feeling is enough to make ordinary people collapse.

Theodore was pale, and he gritted his teeth.

His body was shaking, it was inevitable.

Like being put on a shackle dozens of times his weight, every inch of his bones is howling.

Pansy's mouth was closed and unable to speak, she looked at Theodore anxiously.

John walked slowly in front of Theodore, put a hand on Theodore's almost collapsed body, and whispered in his ear.

"Treasonable people can only be recognized if they are of sufficient value."

"Show me your worth, Theodore."

That hand was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Theodore fell down, panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He raised his head with difficulty, looking up at the king who had been followed.

"Stand up, Theodore." John's indifferent gaze swept across Theodore's sweaty face, "I taught you that strength comes first."

If you can't even stand in front of the king, you have no value.

Blood was dripping from Theodore's lips, he clenched his teeth tightly, his arms rested on the ground, and kept shaking.

Just one action was like taking his life.

Pansy wanted to step forward to help him, but John just glanced at him and stopped Pansy.

He was like a dog with a broken spine, struggling constantly, shaking his body, struggling, and growling like a beast.

That coercion enveloped him all the time.

Before his eyes appeared the figure of his mother, and then his father.

His father was a fanatic, and he instilled in Theodore the idea of ​​pure blood supremacy since he was a child.

As a father's responsibility, old Knott never fulfilled.

His mother, the same pure-blood wizard, except that she taught him the importance of family.

After the death of the mother, the father became the last family member.

Theodore guarded Nott's name, and Voldemort came to him, using his remaining family as a condition.

Let the young Slytherin decide to betray.

The plan failed, and the last family could not be kept.

Slytherin dumped him.

Theodore, who lost everything, turned all unwillingness into strength.

He is angry with his fate.

The body stands up little by little.

The wild beast, cornered, let out a roar.

"what--!"

He stood up, trembling, with bulging veins.

He stood up anyway, because he wanted to go back to that place.

Because you want to follow the king.

Shaking like chaff, he turned his wand, pointing the tip at his heart and offering

"All of this." He said with difficulty, "I am willing to offer it."

John watched him silently.

For Theodore, seconds are like years.

His sweat pooled in puddles under his feet, and he kept his movements the same.

Every bone hurt like it had been run over.

John slowly reached out and took the wand.

The coercion disappeared.

Theodore tilted his body and fell to his knees in front of John.

"You have shown your worth, Theodore." John looked at Theodore's wand, "hawthorn, dragon's nerve, twelve and a quarter inches."

"You are a person with a tangled heart, unable to give up decisively, between black and white."

John let go of his wand, letting it fall in front of Theodore.

"Since you are entangled in choosing and choosing, give up everything in the future," John said calmly, "I will show you the way to go."

"That wand, wave for me."

Theodore picked up his wand and stared at it blankly.

He looked up slowly, and with a wave of John's hand, Pansy's mouth reappeared.

She immediately ran over to help Theodore up, and thanked John: "Thank you, John."

"He's going to hate me," John said noncommittally. "I destroyed everything about him."

Pansy looked at Theodore worriedly, and Theodore whispered, "I can only be grateful."

John turned and walked towards the Slytherin common room.

...

Seventh grade is a busy time again.

The fish caught in the sixth grade must be returned in the seventh grade.

Although very few people will be repeated by the school because of poor grades, it cannot be ruled out that the unlucky guy will be one of the many seventh graders.

Gore and Crabbe are the hardest hit.

The two inherited the family's fine traditions, and they were both simple-minded guys with well-developed limbs.

More than once, Malfoy has described the two as a standing boar and a hairless orangutan.

To that end, Pansy became the duo's supervisor.

Why Pansy?

Because the person who was ordered to teach them to read was Theodore.

This is the first assignment John gave him.

And the two of them were not as naive as they were in front of John. They often laughed at Theodore, a traitor.

Pansy will also give 'kind regards' to the two big men at this time.

It's the same course as the sixth grade, and the amount of learning can skyrocket.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with John.

He was watching Hagrid finish his third year with a big smile on his face.

The students were very enthusiastic and called Hagrid Professor Hagrid.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, Hagrid's heroic figure gave people a sense of security that was not inferior to Dumbledore.

That huge body, a black wizard in one hand, and a giant in two punches.

Even Hagrid's armor has become Hogwarts' most famous weapon.

If there is a list of the most popular professors at Hogwarts, then Hagrid is definitely in the top three, competing with Professor McGonagall for the first place.

what?

Professor Flitwick?

Although I'm sorry, because of Professor Flitwick's height, few people can find him when he fights the dark wizard.

The visual shock it brings is far less shocking than what comes with Hagrid.

In other words, Professor McGonagall, the witch who dominates the overall defense battle, can be compared with Hagby.

As for Snape...

He is in the top two on the most hated list.

Because of Filch's shocking kick, he gained a lot of sense of presence and successfully withdrew from the top two competition.

Snape and Malfoy were left to continue their rivalry.

Conservation of Magizoology.

Seventh grade is still only John.

Who made the previous year basically no one chose this.

"Glop liked the toys you gave me, John."

Hagrid patted his stomach and said, "Thank you for the toys you sent over the holidays. Basil hit the owls at the Owl Shack again."

He looked up at the sky, and after confirming that Basil was not there, Hagrid whispered, "I think Basil might need to find a partner, you know, it's a little..."

Hagrid spoke cautiously. Last time he said bad things about Basil to his face, he had to be careful when he went out. An owl would come and pluck his beard at any moment.

This owl is too domineering.

Professor Rubeus Hagrid, a famous magizoologist, speculated that it might be because of the absence of a partner.

Commonly known as being single for too long, you need to reconcile yin and yang.

In response, John silently turned his head to look at a tree.

Hagrid looked strangely, and a pair of big eyes stared at him in the gap between the leaves.

"Oh, no." Hagrid groaned, "Why is it there?"

Touching his beard distressedly, Hagrid felt that it would be best for him not to go out for the next half month.

John said speechlessly: "You don't have to worry too much, maybe some snacks can let it spare you."

"Nonsense," Hagrid said gloomily, "I gave it last time, but it still didn't let me go?"

"What did you give it?"

"mink."

John: "..." Do you think Basil is Buckbeak?

Hagrid, who was hated, was anxious, and finally encountered a murderous hand in fifth grade class.

According to the students that day, Hagrid was chased from the Forbidden Forest to the Black Lake, and a large piece of his beard was still pulled off.

...