I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 561

John raised his hand, ran his fingers through the cold moonlight, and chuckled: "This is just the beginning."

The two of them walked around the school casually. At least until Daphne calmed down, Malfoy didn't dare to go back.

Unknowingly, the two people arrived at Ravenclaw Tower.

There are many paintings on the walls of the tower.

"Lumos"

Malfoy waved his wand, and the bright light caused the sleeping figures in the painting to complain.

But Malfoy was very mean and said to several knights in a painting: "Why don't I have to sleep, but you can!"

Several knights picked up their weapons and shouted that they wanted to teach the boy a lesson.

"You are just a bunch of moving paint." Malfoy deliberately brought the wand light closer, forcing the knight to hide in other paintings.

If these paintings could come out, Malfoy would definitely be attacked by a group of people.

Suddenly, Malfoy moved too much and knocked over a picture frame.

Then like dominoes, the paintings hanging on the walls fell one after another.

Before landing, these paintings all floated.

John raised his left hand and said with a speechless expression: "Draco, don't be angry with the painting."

He waved his hand and was about to hang the painting.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a landscape without figures, and his movements stopped.

It was a peaceful riverside, with no animals or people.

This is very strange, except for the occasional wind inside, there is nothing else in the painting.

"Where are the people in the painting?" John waved, and a portrait flew over.

Coincidentally, there is an acquaintance in the portrait.

Sir Cadogan, the fool who once put Sirius into Gryffindor.

"What do you mean?" Sir Cadogan raised his head proudly and said confidently, "I don't know, I knew he was there a long time ago."

"Very early? How early?"

"I heard from the Fat Lady that it existed after Hogwarts came into being."

"Thank you for your help, Sir Cadogan." John nodded slightly to Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan admired him very much and said: "You are much better than that skunk boy."

Skunk boy?

It seems that Malfoy's nickname is even known in the painting.

He walked over to the unique painting and examined it.

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Chapter 576: You are so advanced in cursing now, take risks

"Draco, are you interested in having an adventure?" John said, looking at the quiet riverside in the painting.

"Adventure?" Malfoy said with a strange expression, "I thought only Gryffindors would take risks in school."

"Uh...Draco, you are so advanced in cursing now."

John couldn't help but his face darkened.

He began to worry that if Malfoy continued to develop at this level, he suspected that the entire wizarding world would be hated by Malfoy.

"Our first stop, Gryffindor Tower."

John snapped his fingers, hung up all the paintings, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Malfoy had no choice but to follow.

Head to Gryffindor Tower.

The fat lady was dozing.

The little lion is much calmer now, and even Harry Potter, who is famous for his prickly hair, doesn't sneak out at night.

After all, he watched with his own eyes how Filch kicked a giant away.

Harry, a man who knows the current affairs, does not feel that his body is as strong as that of a giant.

In a daze, the fat lady saw someone coming.

"Password." She muttered angrily.

The dazzling light hit her face and woke her up immediately.

Blocking the bright light that penetrated her eyes with her hands, she saw two people.

"What a stupid little wizard," she said angrily. "Take your wand away, I'm going to be angry."

"Sorry, Fat Lady."

John asked Malfoy to remove the wand and smiled; "I have something to ask you."

"John Wick?" The Fat Lady screamed, turned around and took off the mirror in the frame next door to look at her makeup carefully.

"Yes, Fat Lady," John asked politely, "I would like to know something about the riverside painting in Ravenclaw Tower."

"Riverside painting?" After the fat lady confirmed that she was flawless, she grabbed the mirror and asked doubtfully, "You mean the painting with no one in it?"

"right."

"That one comes from a long time ago," said the Fat Lady. "It might be the first painting in Hogwarts."

"Some people say that it is a painting of the four founders. Which one is it specifically? You have to ask Violet. She is downstairs. It is a crumpled painting."

The Fat Lady said to John: "But she might be drunk."

"Thank you for your help, Fat Lady."

"I should thank you for helping me repair the canvas." The fat lady raised an eyebrow at John.

In his third year, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, tried to break into the Gryffindor common room.

At that time, he was still a wanted criminal, so the Fat Lady would naturally not open the door.

So the canvas was damaged after being scratched a few times by Sirius.

John happened to level up alchemy, so he fixed it for the Fat Lady.

At the same time, he also took the opportunity to study the meaning of these moving portraits.

I didn’t expect that the Fat Madam would remember it until now.

John felt cold, coughed twice, and said without changing his expression: "Draco, let's go find Violet."

Malfoy was a little sleepy, took a breath, and complained: "Why do we have to go out to find some paintings in the middle of the night?"

"Then are you willing to go back and be hung?"

"Then let's find Violet."

Malfoy thought he might have cerebral congestion if he hung it up all night, so he might as well choose to find a painting.

The two people walked from the eighth floor to the seventh floor and found Violet among the portraits in the corridor.

It was a drunken witch, and barrels and bottles of wine from unknown sources were scattered throughout the painting.

"She slept harder than Crabbe," Malfoy said.

John pulled Malfoy's wand and pointed it at the person in the painting. The witch named Violet was made uncomfortable by the bright light and mumbled drunkenly, then changed her face.

"It seems we have to find another way." John saw that he couldn't wake him up, so he was going to use something rough.

With a snap of her fingers, Violet's picture frame flew up.

Then there was a shaking, causing the wine bottles and barrels inside to roll and collide.

Then Violet woke up, screaming in terror.

"How is this going?"

Seeing that she was awake, John let the frame fly back and hang it up.

"Hello Ms. Violet," John smiled as if he hadn't done it just now, "I have something to ask you."

"Oh, Merlin's beard," Violet sat on the ground and covered her head that was hit by the bottle, "you can't be so rough."

"I will educate him well," John pointed at Malfoy and said, "He knows he is wrong."

Malfoy: "What did I do wrong with me?"

Finally John got another name from Violet's mouth.

Adolbert Woffring.

This is also a famous person, the author of the book "Principles of Magic".

When John found it, the wigged wizard in the portrait was not sleeping like the other portraits.

Instead, he ran into another painting and sighed.

"The moon is always beautiful. I prefer it in the dark night, which keeps me inspired."

Maybe this is a common problem among creators.

"That painting?" Adolbert Wulfling said, leaning against the frame. "That was a long time ago. That was Rowena Ravenclaw's hometown."

"A quiet riverside. It is said that this painting should have a girl, but the girl ran away from home and never appeared again."

"Girl?" John was stunned, "Who is that?"

"Perhaps Ravenclaw's daughter," said Adolbert Wulfling. "Ravenclaw died from an illness, and historians speculate that it was the loss of her daughter."

The four founders of Hogwarts were all powerful wizards, and Rowena Ravenclaw was the smartest witch.

For a disease to take her away, I'm afraid she would need to be very weak.

"A wise man never falls in love," John muttered to himself.

Not only the love between man and woman, but also the love for his daughter made the witch weak.

After thanking Adolbert Woflin, John walked to the Slytherin common room.

"Are we going back?"

"I think I can ask an acquaintance."

John saw Malfoy with twitching eyelids and said, "I don't think Daphne is still waiting for you."

"That would be great." Malfoy said sleepily.

I have to go to class the next day, which is not an acceptable situation.

"Strength comes first."

After saying the password, he walked back to the Slytherin common room.