I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"As long as you complete my next test, I will give you the power you seek."

John sat across from him silently. When he heard this, he hesitated for a while and asked: "I want to ask if I will be expelled from Slytherin if I accept your test."

Gryffindor said disapprovingly: "Isn't it okay to expel him? Pure-blood families generally don't lack money anyway."

"What, Head of Gryffindor, I am a Muggle."

"Um?!"

Gryffindor was shocked. Even if you are a Slytherin, you are still a Muggle.

What happened to Hogwarts during his absence, and Slytherin was actually planted by Muggles?

Gryffindor, who felt that the amount of information was a bit overwhelming, said that he needed to sort it out, and then the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became.

"Did Gryffindor and Slytherin change their names?"

He looked at John again, and the more he looked, the more likely it seemed.

It turns out that Godric Gryffindor has a big boy character. He and Salazar Slytherin are brave and calm, one pursues adventure and the other desires magic.

The two are opposites and best friends. Even if they part ways later, it will be amicable.

Godric Gryffindor simply didn't think about it anymore and said, "Don't worry, my legacy is in front of the whole school, and you won't be expelled."

"All right."

John was relieved to hear that he would not be expelled. Although the inheritance was very fragrant, if he was expelled, he would not be able to flatter himself after Voldemort was resurrected.

"The tests are divided into three, namely the bird in the forest, the lion in the mountain, and the brave man with the sword."

"I will observe your performance during the test."

Gryffindor finished speaking and was about to wave his wand, but John raised his hand to interrupt him.

John said apologetically: "I'm sorry Head of Gryffindor, but I may not be able to proceed now, it's bedtime."

Gryffindor held his breath in his mouth. He had already prepared his movements, but John let him go.

"Then let's change the time!" Gryffindor said this after holding back for a long time.

"Thank you, Head of Gryffindor."

John stood up, bowed, and left. He was startled when he heard that the test was about to begin.

[Ding, trigger the challenge mission, Gryffindor Legacy Phase 1, Bird in the Forest, get any reward points +1, blessing: Flying Man in the Woods]

John didn't have a single amulet with him now, and he wasn't prepared to take risks if he didn't have all the equipment.

Only by being cautious can you be successful in the long run.

After returning to the dormitory, John prepared to regain his energy before going there.

…

the next day.

John came to the great hall. The morning was very rich, with porridge and pickled herrings, as well as bread, eggs, and bacon.

Although eating pickled herring in the morning felt like eating snail noodles with white porridge, John's stomach was already strong after so many years.

He was eating bread and porridge, and a blond girl sat next to him.

Daphne stared at John's pretty profile and laughed inexplicably.

She seemed to say casually: "John, did you know that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart? My mother likes him."

John took a sip of porridge, ate it with sliced ​​bacon, and said calmly: "I read his book, and it's really good, but I don't know what the teaching level is."

Changing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers every year has resulted in varying levels of students' performance in this course.

John didn't know what the school was thinking. If you had to be so stubborn, couldn't you change the name and teach the same class? Wouldn't it be the same if it was called Countermeasures against Dark Arts?

Voldemort cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position. What does it have to do with me, the Countermeasures Against the Dark Arts professor?

I don’t know if the curse is real or not, but it is true that it consumes one professor a year.

Quirrell, the professor in the previous school year, was not serious at all in his teaching. John later learned black magic from him, knowing that Quirrell's own level was not low, but he was just deliberately hiding his clumsiness.

Malfoy came over with two followers. He excitedly found John and said, "John, this time Potter and the annoying Weasley got into trouble. They drove to the school in a speed car. It's a pity that you were not there yesterday." hall."

News spread quickly, and that night Gryffindor celebrated Harry's reckless behavior.

Harry also realized that he had done something stupid, and the price was that Hermione was angry.

As the wise person in the three small groups, Hermione couldn't believe that someone could be so stupid.

She read "Voyage with a Vampire" with anger. She was completely obsessed with this book because she liked reading, and she was full of admiration for the author Gilderoy Lockhart.

The postman arrived today, and hundreds of owls crowded into the auditorium, making a mess in the sky.

An old owl flew towards Gryffindor. It wanted to stop, but it plunged into Hermione's milk jug.

"Errol!"

This old owl belonged to the Weasley family. Ron rescued it, but saw the red envelope in his mouth.

Howler letter.

Now there was something good to watch. John saw Malford suddenly change his direction, as if he was watching a rice drama.

"Haha, a roaring letter, Weasley is going to suffer." Malfoy gloated, and the follower next to him made a crying gesture in cooperation.

Ron held the shouting letter and didn't want to open it. Neville whispered:

"It's better for you to open it, it's worse not to open it. Grandma sent it to me once, but I ignored it, and the result..."

Neville shuddered at the thought of that horrific scene.

Ron swallowed hard, knowing that the end would be terrible without even thinking about it.

With trembling hands, he opened the roaring letter.

The huge roar inside made the entire Great Hall tremble. John watched helplessly as a handful of ashes fell into his porridge. He calmly replaced it in front of Malfoy.

Malfoy enjoyed the scene where Weasley's life was worse than death. He picked up the porridge and took a delicious sip. However, there was too little porridge and he finished it in three or two gulps.

…

Chapter 55 Hogwarts understands the king and the Whomping Willow

The first class was History of Magic. Before the class, John went to see the Whomping Willow that was injured by his father.

The Whomping Willow is a big willow tree outside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It has a violent temper and will be beaten hard by the branches of the willow tree no matter what hits it.

By the time John arrived at the Whomping Willow, there were already two people here.

"I heard that I once encountered a whomping willow when I was traveling. As long as I treat it like this..."

"Stop, you will only anger it!"

"Don't worry, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, a holder of the Order of Merlin, third degree, with the most charming smile."

Snapped!

"Strange why not?"

"Shut up!"

John looked at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who claimed to know everything, took out his wand and cast a spell, successfully making the Whomping Willow furious.

Professor Sprout, a fellow herbalist professor under the tree, was innocently implicated, and the Whomping Willow flew Professor Sprout out.

At this moment, Professor Sprout was ready to kill Lockhart. This former Ravenclaw student was a guy who knew everything about kings.

Professor Sprout's face was gloomy. She couldn't understand why Dumbledore would let this disgrace of Ravenclaw come back to teach.

"It's okay, Professor Sprout. I've traveled with trolls before, and this kind of injury is a piece of cake."

"Stop, don't come over!"

Professor Sprout's short and fat body burst out with infinite strength, rolling and crawling out of the attack range of the Whomping Willow.

She was really scared. If she continued to do this for this guy, she might die either from the Whomping Willow or herself.

So she used the excuse that class was about to start and asked this annoying guy to leave quickly.

"Is this Master the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

After John witnessed how Lockhart tricked a senior herbalism professor, he fell into deep thought.

"Even if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a newbie, he won't let this kind of thing in, right?"

Recalling the Lockhart works he had seen, John seriously doubted whether the two Lockharts were the same person.

"There are also ghostwriters in the wizarding world?"

The seeds of suspicion had been planted, and John came near the Whomping Willow after the two had left.

He had seen from the Marauder's Map that there was a secret passage under the Whomping Willow tree, but how to get close was a problem.

The Whomping Willow is very ferocious, and the branches that were originally standing are now collapsed. You don't need to think about it to know that this is the contribution of your own father.

John approached the Whomping Willow, and a branch was pulled directly over.

He retreated to avoid it, and the Whomping Willow waved its branches and looked very troublesome.

"It's so sensitive and active, it might have unexpected effects if used to make amulets."

Seeing the Whomping Willow waving there, John touched his chin and stared at the injured area.

He was already thinking about where to get some.

As for treating the Whomping Willow, isn't it normal to get injured a little in this kind of thing?

Drawing his wand with his left hand, John drew his sword.

"PetrificusTotalus"

The waving branches stopped, and John seized the opportunity to use his flying boots to jump up and cut off some of the broken branches.

After doing all this, John activated his flying boots and flew away. After the Whomping Willow recovered, he waved his branches angrily like a group of demons dancing around.

"Okay, okay, I won't study how to treat you."

John was so confident that he even thought the Whomping Willow was stingy.

So big a tree, give yourself a little what's wrong.

With a wave of his hand, John stuffed the branches into his small bag and turned around without taking away a single cloud.

Regarding the treatment of the Whomping Willow, he felt that this professional issue might require finding a more professional person.

For example, Professor Sprout is a very good choice.

It was almost time for class. John was familiar with all the secret passages in Hogwarts and was not panicked at all.

A second before History of Magic was about to begin, he stepped into the classroom against the clock.

Professor Binns of the History of Magic became a ghost when he forgot to take his body with him when he went to sleep.

His lessons were boring and lifeless, just like his old and lifeless appearance that made people feel sleepy.

Even John barely managed to keep himself from falling asleep. He was reading History of Magic in class, but he was actually studying with his alchemy notes.

After surviving History of Magic, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts in the afternoon.

During lunch, Ron was cursing his broken wand.

"My mother said Lockhart was a brave wizard."

Unlike Daphne, who was full of expectations, John remembered what he saw in the morning and had no expectations for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

He picked up the skinned potatoes and peeled them open, then put them in his mouth.

Malfoy was not around because he had gone to laugh at Harry.

Harry was caught by Lockhart this morning and received another publicity, which made the Malfoy children very jealous.

Daphne forgot to bring her mother's new work "Magic Me" signed by Lockhart, so she went back to get it.

Hermione came over holding Lockhart's book, with a slight blush on her little face, and said with expectation: "I don't know what kind of vivid lesson Professor Lockhart will bring, just like in his book." It’s time to take the risk.”

"Uh... I'm afraid this is a bit difficult." John couldn't bear to tell her the truth.