I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John goes to the principal's office.

Before the end of the academic year at Hogwarts, there is a final dinner.

Slughorn was away at this hour, but John was used to it.

He said in front of the stone statue: "Norwegian long-haired monster."

The statue jumped aside, and John walked in.

Opening the door of the principal's office, he came to this place.

The sword of Gryffindor was left there without moving.

John's purpose is not it, he walked to the Sorting Hat.

"It's you, John Wick." The Sorting Hat spoke, "You've been here for the past two years."

"I want to try again, Sorting Hat." John picked up the Sorting Hat.

The cobweb on it still exists, and John admires the spider on it a little bit, but he doesn't know how long it has been weaving.

He puts the hat on his head.

"I still say that, John Wick," said the Sorting Hat. "You never change."

Slytherin ambition.

Gryffindor Adventures.

Hufflepuff tolerance.

"You have experienced a lot in these years, even your dean has talked about you here."

The sorting hat knows the most inside information about the principal's office. It said: "But they are not as good as me. You are Slytherin, and there is the most suitable place for you."

John took off his hat and said with emotion: "Slytherin?"

"If it was Gryffindor, wouldn't it be different?"

The Sorting Hat disagreed and said: "No matter where you are, you will go the way you should go."

John shook his head slightly, "I have met Gryffindor, and he praised my bravery."

"I've met Ravenclaw, and she recognizes my wisdom."

"I've met Hufflepuff and she took pity on what happened to me."

"But it's still Slytherin," John laughed. "Maybe he's completely dead, or maybe he doesn't recognize me."

The Sorting Hat exclaimed: "You are the most amazing wizard I know, Salazar has already left Hogwarts."

"Maybe," John said noncommittally, he was still a little worried about gains and losses.

After all, he has been recognized by the other three houses, but he has never seen Slytherin.

As a Slytherin, but without Slytherin's approval.

Walking to the sword of Gryffindor, John watched quietly.

The sword of Gryffindor shook slightly.

"The Sword of Gryffindor." John reached out and touched it.

This sword can only be used by real Gryffindors.

John's touch did not elicit refusal from Gryffindor.

"Did you appear because of Harry, or because of me?"

Once John longed for a sword as powerful as Gryffindor's, and now he has it.

John felt that the sword was shaking slightly and wanted to break free, and smiled lightly: "No, you can't come with me, you should belong to Hogwarts."

Slowly stroking the blade with his hand, he said, "Wait here and wait until someone who is truly recognized by you appears."

The sword of Gryffindor stopped moving, and John smiled and said, "Gryffindor was gifted to me from you, and now, I will send you back to Hogwarts."

He did not choose to take the sword, he already had the Sword of Silver Wick.

Taking one last look at the Sword of Gryffindor, John stopped as he walked past the Sorting Hat.

He thought for a moment and drew his wand.

The Sorting Hat watched his movements, and asked inexplicably, "What do you want to do?"

"No, no!"

"My 1000-year patina!"

The screams of the Sorting Hat spread.

...

Satisfied, John put away his wand and looked at the cleaned Sorting Hat.

"This should be my second gift to Hogwarts."

The Sorting Hat was sluggish, and it was still muttering: "I'm clean, but I don't feel clean anymore."

John leaves the principal's office.

When Slughorn returned, he checked the Sorting Hat repeatedly.

For a while, he wondered if someone had changed the sorting hat while he was away.

He didn't confirm that it was true until the Sorting Hat opened its mouth.

"My God, my God, you finally took a shower."

In fact, Slughorn has long wanted to say that in his day, the Sorting Hat was dirty.

At one time, the students discussed and formulated a detergent to throw the old hat in and wash it clean.

But after becoming the principal, Slughorn felt that it was a tradition, and the Sorting Hat refused to take a bath, so he didn't do it.

Looking at the clean Sorting Hat, Slughorn felt quite pleasing to the eye.

...

John did something that the whole of Hogwarts would applaud.

However, he was low-key and didn't say anything, just left silently.

The last two days.

Slytherin was relaxed after the exam, and Malfoy and Astoria were getting together.

Just 'You're not going to find a new boyfriend after I leave, are you? ' question for discussion.

The end result was that Malfoy was hanging in front of the big glass in Slytherin.

A group of mermaids gathered around and pointed at Malfoy.

Daphne looked relieved, her sister finally knew how to teach this bastard a lesson.

Blaise said suspiciously: "No, he's already like this, why hasn't Astoria broken up with him yet."

Brace, who had been chasing Ginny Weasley for two years, didn't understand.

Astoria also glanced at his wand suspiciously, not knowing why he used the fuchsia so smoothly.

Is it because the object is Malfoy?

Malfoy was silent.

"I don't feel right, very much wrong."

This familiar feeling, familiar spell.

Could it be that my Atuo is going to learn from Daphne?

Tom ran out of Slytherin wagging his tail, and said goodbye to Crookshanks in the courtyard.

The two little guys didn't have bad feelings because of their master's relationship.

Hermione came out to look for Crookshanks and saw this scene.

She didn't bother, just watched Crookshanks reluctantly leaning against Tom.

Basil streaked across the sky, and Riddle the black long-eared owl flew under it.

Suddenly, Basil targeted a snowy owl on Gryffindor Tower.

next second.

The duel between Snowy Owl and Snowy Owl is staged, and Gryffindor Tower is invaded by Basil.

There were all kinds of exclamations and screams inside, and feathers flew around the bedroom.

Ron's owl piggy huddled in a corner, afraid that he would be beaten too.

Harry found out in time that he and Ron didn't catch Basil, and he escaped with a few snowy owl feathers.

Fly out and scatter the feathers.

Feathers fluttered unsteadily into the hallway.

Some students saw it and chased a feather very playfully to catch it.

Just as Neville walked out of Professor Sprout's office, the student slammed his head against the strong chest muscles as if he had hit a rock.

"Sorry." Neville remained motionless, reaching out to support the student.

The feather rested on Neville's shoulder, and a hand tiptoed behind him to remove it.

Neville sensed someone and looked back.

Hannah Abbott stood there pretty bluntly, twirling a feather in her hand and smiling shyly.

Neville held out his hand, and Hannah took that palm, and they walked down the corridor together.

"Hi, Neville, Hannah."

Luna bounced past, and greeted the two happily with the fruit in her arms.

The shell, which was as big as a disc, flickered, and the sunlight shone on it.

The wooden skewer collided with her wrist, and when she walked to the window, she shouted to the bottom: "Mr. Corner."

Release the fruit and let it fall.

The horned snoring beast on the first floor looks like a calf, stabbing fruits with precision with its horns.

An apple smashed into the Snork's head and rolled to the ground.

Ginny picked up the apple, and with the precision of a Chaser, dropped it into the crooked Snork's mouth.

"Hi, Ginny."

Ginny saw Luna and greeted Luna happily: "Hi, Luna."

She waved, not noticing the long-eared house-elf walking by.

Winky, who was carrying potatoes, bumped into Ginny's feet and apologized in panic.

Ginny generously said it was okay, and Winky ran to the kitchen with the potatoes.

Preparing for the end-of-term dinner requires a lot of materials, so Winky has to go further afield to dig some potatoes and pumpkins.

After entering the kitchen, Winky enters work mode.

Dobby ran over to help her, but Winky said harshly, "Winky doesn't need bad Dobby's help, Winky can do it by herself."

It seems that Dobby still doesn't like the matter of receiving salary.

"It's not bad Dobby, Dobby is a free elf!" Dobby argued.

A potato rolled down the table, slipped under the feet of busy house-elves and down a drain that had been disassembled and cleaned.

Not too big, not too small, just enough to pass.

Potatoes are constantly shuttled down the drain, all the way down the kitchen.

Finally, it fell from the pipe at the bottom of Hogwarts, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

In the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, a door opens.

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