I wield a sword at Hogwarts

In this case, let's change the method.

John took off the big sword from his back and came to the wooden door. He tried to use the unlocking spell, but it obviously didn't work.

"In that case, just break it open."

John held the sword with both hands and slashed down on the wooden door.

This big sword was already heavy, and with his proficiency in the big sword, John chopped off sawdust and flew everywhere with his sword.

When he struck the tenth blow, the wooden door finally failed to hold up and fell to the ground.

Putting the sword on his shoulder, John stepped into the wooden door.

The second room was dark, and John blinked, feeling a little uncomfortable going from light to darkness.

Stepping inside, light filled the room.

A giant chessboard was illuminated by bright lights that illuminated the entire room.

John stood on the edge and looked around. There were black and white chess pieces on the chessboard.

Judging from the style, it seems to be something like a wizard chess piece. Behind the white chess piece is a wooden door.

"Ron?"

At this time, he noticed a red-haired figure lying outside the chessboard.

John's heart sank. Something happened, right?

After calling a few times and receiving no response, John wanted to walk over.

But the white chess piece on the opposite chessboard pulled out its weapon and stood in front of it. John looked gloomy and said in a cold voice: "Either get out of the way, or I will break you into pieces and then go over."

Obviously White didn't want to give way, and John wasn't polite either. He took the wand and attacked directly.

"Reducto"

The soldier at the front was shattered by the white light, poking a hornet's nest.

The white chess pieces moved out one after another, and John cast a phantom spell on himself, disappearing in front of the white chess pieces.

The vigilant white chess piece did not understand the situation, and the big sword rubbed sparks on his body and smashed another chess piece.

With a wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, John blended into the darkness and continued to slaughter the white chess pieces.

The shattered white chess piece wanted to recover, and John's expression turned stern. This superb transformation technique was probably a level set by Professor McGonagall.

"Recovery? Mix you all together and see how you recover."

With a wave of the magic wand, all the broken white chess pieces floated up and gathered together.

John looked at the White King, and it seemed that this was the core.

He jumped up, twisted his waist and turned around, splitting Huashan with a force and separating King Bai from the top of his head.

White stopped moving, and John looked at the slightly deformed sword and frowned.

"This sword is still not good enough."

After solving the chess pieces, he came to Ron's side.

After shaking Ron for a while, he finally woke up.

"Ron, are you okay?"

Ron was also a little confused. He only remembered that he chose to sacrifice himself so that Harry could take down the White King. After that, he couldn't remember because he was knocked unconscious.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and saw nothing in front of him, and screamed in fear.

"It's me, Ron, are you okay?"

John lifted the illusion spell and showed concern for Ron.

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy. Why are you here John?"

Realizing something was wrong, Ron looked at John with his mouth wide open.

John shrugged and said easily: "Hagrid was worried that something might happen to you, so he asked me to come and take a look."

Okay, that's a passable reason.

Ron felt dizzy, stood up, staggered a few times and almost fell down.

Just as John was considering whether to send Ron back first, Hermione walked out of the other door.

"Ron!"

Hermione yelled anxiously and saw John standing next to Ron. She was stunned for a while.

"Hermione, where's Harry?"

"Harry is heading to the final level, John, why are you here?"

So John told the reason again and looked at a door over there.

Hermione saw his movements and said, "Harry has passed. The antidote for the fifth level has been used up."

The antidote was gone, and it was useless for Hermione to worry about it. She could only go to see if Dumbledore could be found and come back.

"Fire." John subconsciously touched his pocket containing several bottles of potions.

Not a coincidence.

He happened to have a bottle of fire-proof potion in his pocket. Coincidentally, he found this thing in "Powerful Potion" and needed to be refined with dragon blood.

He only had one bottle, just enough to get by.

"Then you go out as planned, and I'll go help Harry."

After that, John ignored Hermione's surprise and entered through the door behind the white chess piece.

As soon as he entered, John smelled a foul smell.

He was very familiar with this smell. After all, he had once dealt with a big guy with such a smell.

But this time the smell was even more smoky, and John's eyes were so spicy that he shed tears.

In his hazy eyes, he saw a giant monster lying on the ground.

This giant monster was even bigger than the last one. The giant monster lying on the ground had a huge lump on its head. It seemed that it had been fainted for a while.

Just when John thought he no longer had to fight the troll, the fallen troll opened his eyes at an inappropriate time.

[Ding, solve the second giant monster, any point +1, blessing: troll nemesis]

[Troll Bane: The damage dealt to giant creatures is greatly increased, and the fear of giant creatures is increased]

A task was triggered, and John narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that the huge giant monster was waking up, John cast a magic spell on himself.

He got behind the troll before it woke up.

Apparently the lump was telling him the troll's weakness.

John aimed at the head and hit it with all his strength, shattering the body into pieces.

As soon as the poor monster got up, it was knocked out again. This time it was even worse. A huge gap was blown out of its head, and blood was constantly flowing from it.

Soon it formed a stream on the ground.

At the same time, the system sent a message that the task was completed. His simple and crude way of passing the level was probably something that even Dumbledore could not have imagined.

Reaching the last door, John reached out and pushed it open.

Purple flames appeared in front of him, blocking the road. John took out the fireproof potion and prepared to drink it.

Suddenly he stopped and summoned the panel with distracted eyes.

[Magic: Level 3 (105/1500)]

[Magic spells: Alajo Cave Opening (Level 3), Floating Curse (Level 4), Transformation Curse (Level 2), Disguise Curse (Level 3), Fluorescent Flash (Level 2), Blazing Flame (Level 3), Shattered to Bones ( Level 3), Li Huo (Level 2)...]

[Skills: Short Weapon Mastery (Level 7), Great Sword Mastery (Level 4), Hot Weapon Mastery (Level 1), Rune Mastery (Level 1), Alchemy Mastery (Level 1)]

[Blessings: Physical fitness, quick attack, accuracy, academic master, pilot, long-distance running, sword dance, night devil, troll buster]

"My Disappearance Charm failed in front of Dumbledore last time. I shouldn't be careless this time."

Having made up his mind, John set his sights on the Disguise Charm and added the random points he had just obtained to it.

The number of the Illusion Body Curse jumped and became level 4.

Chapter 32 Voldemort and Backstab

After everything was done, John was satisfied, and he cast a new disillusionment spell on himself.

Level 4 of the Disguise Curse is no less than an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

Taking out the fireproof potion and drinking it, John walked into the fire.

Like drinking ice water, the fireproof potion suddenly penetrated his whole body.

The flames licked his body, but there was no burning sensation at all.

John kept moving forward along the flames, passing through the purple flames and then reaching the black flames.

He could feel the fireproof potion on his body disappearing quickly, so he quickened his pace and left the black flames before the effectiveness disappeared.

In front of him was the last room.

At the same time, two people were already inside.

John tensed up when he saw the tall man.

It's Quirrell.

It was Harry who was held hostage by Quirrell in front of the mirror.

"What's going on with this mirror? What's its function? Help me, Master!"

"Use that boy...use that boy..."

"Potter, come up here!"

Quirrell seemed to be talking to himself or asking, John walked out of the flames, his footsteps slowing down.

He knew that now was not a good time. Voldemort had not appeared yet and he could not take action.

What makes John even more curious is how Quirrell survived.

I have to say that this man's life is the same as Xiaoqiang's.

The aura on his body became even more sluggish, and there was a strong rancid smell coming from his body.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a living person, but a corpse.

Harry was held hostage by Quirrell and brought to the mirror. At this moment, Harry thought a lot.

He did not expect that Snape, whom he thought was the bad guy, was actually protecting him, and that Quirrell, the victim he thought was the real bad guy.

He wants to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but he doesn't know what to do now.

Quirrell was aggressive and Harry stood in front of the mirror.

Harry blinked at him in the mirror and put the Sorcerer's Stone in his pocket.

Only Harry knew all this, no one else knew about it, even Quirrell who was right next to him.

Harry started to tell lies: "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, and I...Findo won the Academy Cup."

Not getting what he wanted made Quirrell furious.

"Get away!" Quirrell pushed Harry away and cursed, lingering in front of the mirror.

Harry stepped aside, the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and tried to escape.

But he had just taken less than five steps when he heard the sound Quirrell had made when he asked himself.

"He's lying!"

Quirrell realized that he had been tricked, and became even more angry.

He was already weak because he didn't drink the unicorn's blood. If Voldemort hadn't found other ways to survive, he would have died long ago.