I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Dinner.

The kitchen was busy making ping-pong-pong noises.

Hufflepuff came out of the kitchen door, and the greedy little badger was already swallowing the various potato recipes.

Two of Hufflepuff's biggest perks, they're the first to know what's available to eat, and they're the ones who can grab a late-night snack.

This makes them unwilling to trade with Gryffindor Tower.

A gluttonous student sneaked one into his pocket.

They walked down the corridor to the Great Hall, where the Hogwarts students gathered.

The students of each house were discussing the arrangements for the holidays without hesitation, and the seventh grade students were discussing their future destinations.

There are also people who are reluctant to say goodbye.

There are also people who want to die are tempting wildly.

After Malfoy was hung up again, John couldn't help shaking his head.

"Draco, you need to restrain yourself."

If you enter the magical society, this temper is not good.

But Malfoy, who cast the golden bell and landed on his own, said arrogantly: "Restrain? It's right to let them not have eyes and mess with me!"

Just kidding, the youngest of the Malfoy family, the number one ancient clan of the ancient alliance.

Hogwarts, a place that still respects the rules, needs to be kept quiet. It’s okay to say that if you leave the society, isn’t it just yourself who bullies others?

When John thought about it, it seemed that Malfoy had a point.

It's fine if there is no identity gap in school, but in society, it's really a place where status is important.

Rarely, John agrees with Malfoy.

Slughorn tapped his glass.

He stood up and announced to all the students: "Eat!"

He liked this simple and direct talk more and more.

It was John's last meal at Hogwarts, and he sliced ​​open a roast chicken.

The table knife can be played with in his hands, flying up and down flexibly at the fingertips, without even leaving marks on the bones.

This set of actions stunned Malfoy.

"Why are you, a wizard, so handy with these things?" Malfoy didn't understand.

But the two big men shivered. John used a fork to nail the little wizard's hand to the table.

Slowly eating the chicken, John glanced at the colors of the auditorium.

Silver and green, just like the day he stepped into school.

He defended the honor of Slytherin for seven years, the honor engraved with John Wick's name.

This meal was not eaten quickly, and the seventh graders seemed to be reminiscing about the experiences of these years.

Maybe they are not the best group of people, but what they have experienced is definitely the most thrilling seven years in the history of Hogwarts.

Malfoy was going to the professional Quidditch tournament.

Neville was going to the Albanian forest.

Daphne is ready to start taking over the family business.

Each partner has his own belonging.

They talked, laughed, and imagined the future unscrupulously.

After entering the society, you may not be able to fulfill your wishes, and you may be suppressed.

These seven years are the motivation for them to fall asleep in the dark night and wake up the next morning.

This meal stops by 08:30.

It's like their seven years will finally come to an end.

Holding a half-drinked iced lemonade in his hand, John looked up at the teaching desk.

Snape stared at him across the table.

John raised his glass silently, and Snape raised his glass too.

What John once dreamed of is now gone.

What he once longed for is now in the past.

The toast of the two seemed to repay the few friendships they have had in the past seven years.

Snape was not a good headmaster, at least for John, he was not a good leader.

He should have been ambitious because love bound himself to Hogwarts.

He is not a good teacher either, his class level can only be verified by a genius.

But sometimes, he would also help John speak.

When doubts arose, he would excuse Slytherins.

"He is suitable for experimenting alone, not for being imprisoned in an ivory tower."

John felt sorry for the man trapped in love.

Looking at Gryffindor, he once annoyed himself about the arrangement of the Sorting Hat.

There are the friends I met first, and the partners who took the adventure with me.

But in the end, it drifted away.

Harry will go to Auror training, Hermione wants to join the Ministry of Magic, and Ron heard that he wants to open a shop like the twins.

Ginny and Luna still go to school here.

Everything has changed and it seems like nothing has changed.

The dinner ends with John's cup gone.

Malfoy and Daphne organize the little wizards to the common rooms for the last time.

John went to the principal's office.

Slughorn uncorked the oak mead for his arrival.

He sniffed it carefully before drinking it, and said, "Since I was poisoned that time, I can't change this habit."

"Being cautious is not a bad thing." John took the glass and didn't smell it like Slughorn did, but drank it unpreparedly. "This is not the bottle I gave you."

"I'm going to keep that bottle of yours," Slughorn said with a hearty laugh. "The mead sent by the great second king, I will only take it out on grand occasions."

"I don't believe you, bet three Galleons, you'll drink it some night." John also smiled.

With Slughorn's character of extremely enjoying appetite, he will definitely put good things in his stomach for safekeeping.

"It's a bet, John, you're lost." Slughorn was determined.

Because it's not just a gift for people to use their privileges to satisfy their vanity, but a gift from someone worthy of respect.

The two are not like students and the principal, but rather like two old friends.

Sitting on the sofa, Slughorn talked about John's future.

"The current international magic community is discussing the election," Slughorn said, taking a sip of his wine and smacking his mouth. "I saw the gift of the silver hand in the newspaper, and the international wizards are full of praise for you."

"But there are some things," Slughorn said, picking up a candied pineapple and putting it in his mouth. "With your current strength, I'm afraid some people don't want to see it."

As a Slytherin, although Slughorn only likes to collect students, his intelligence is beyond doubt.

The growth of the silver hand means that there are not many cakes that have been moved.

In the past, they would be suppressed from all sides in the UK, but now they have stepped out of the international magic society.

Those interests in various countries will not sit idly by.

Especially Germany, and now Germany is still quarreling over the position of Minister of Magic.

John raised his eyebrows, swirled the wine in his glass and said, "It's the challenge that makes it interesting."

"Otherwise I'll stay as a professor for two years?" John wasn't joking.

Hogwarts is a large educational institution that monopolizes talents from surrounding countries.

If John becomes a professor, he can continue to instill his ideas in talents.

The reason why Dumbledore has so many fans is not because he has served at Hogwarts for many years.

At the beginning, Voldemort tried his best to return to Hogwarts to teach, and applied several times.

It can be seen that for the Dark Lord, this position also has an extraordinary attraction.

So when John said this, he was really moved.

"You stay?" Slughorn said, shaking his head. "You won't."

Yes, the second dynasty is outside, and their king comes back to teach and educate people?

John is not Voldemort, he has a lot of property.

Voldemort had nothing but followers.

Even all kinds of treasures are obtained by killing people.

John's family has a big business, so staying has advantages, but it also has disadvantages.

"I think my friends should also need my help." John shrugged, "But donating a sum of money to Hogwarts is not a bad thing."

There's too much money in his Little Wizard's Foundation to spend.

As a money bank dedicated to young wizards, there is nothing better than sending money to Hogwarts.

"Not a bad idea." Slughorn beamed.

John gave him a Merlin Medal, and he also gave John a platform to meet talents from all walks of life.

The relationship between the two is borrowed and repaid, and this kind of cooperation makes people feel comfortable.

To be able to continue to make a name for himself before retiring, Slughorn is willing to accept.

As the sky lights up.

The school year at Hogwarts is over.

Many students walked out of the castle.

Their luggage had been sent to the train, and the wizarding world was much more comfortable than Muggles in this respect.

In the sky, two owls, black and white, flicked across.

Tom followed John wagging his tail, and Hagrid came to say goodbye to John with Fang.

Behind him, Gropp also waved foolishly.

Luna walks by with the horned snorkel, waving to John.

"Goodbye, John."

【Ding……】

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