I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Luna has a pair of observant eyes, and her ethereal voice seems to be singing, "She hasn't looked at me recently."

"I think there's a problem too."

John nodded in approval, Ginny was unfamiliar with him.

So he was going to let Ron see if something was wrong with him.

In Potions class, John threw the sliced ​​bat spleen into the cauldron, stirred it counterclockwise four times and then heated it at low temperature for thirty seconds.

With a wave of his wand, a swelling potion was completed.

Professor Snape gave Slytherin 20 points.

John found Ron after class and told him about Ginny.

Ron said he would pay attention, but then brought the topic back to the wand.

"This wand is simply amazing."

Ron was generous with his praise, and John nodded humbly.

Harry came over and invited John, "We are going to the anniversary of the death of Nearly Headless Nick. Do you want to go with us?"

To be honest, Harry already regretted agreeing, because that day happened to be the Halloween party.

It's better to celebrate with your classmates than with a bunch of ghosts.

John waved his hand and refused: "Sorry, I don't have time that day, I have to take care of the Whomping Willow."

"Okay." Harry also knew that John was not available, so he did not continue the invitation.

…

On the night of the Halloween party, John came back from the Whomping Willow and saw the spider again.

"What on earth is it?"

Staring at the spider's movement, John looked for it.

He thought of the danger Dobby said, could it be this?

After searching all the way, John came to the corridor on the second floor.

He found a puddle of water at the corner of a corridor.

"Where does the water come from? It doesn't rain here."

John thought there was something strange about this pool of water, so he looked for it along the road where he found the water.

He circled back to the girls' bathroom.

Just as he was about to go in, John thought of his previous embarrassment and stopped.

"There shouldn't be anyone around, right?"

Feeling guilty as a thief, John looked around.

After walking into the girls' bathroom, he saw a puddle of water on the ground.

It got him thinking.

"Did Myrtle do it?"

John walked toward the toilet to see if Myrtle was there.

At this moment, a dark shadow flashed in the mirror.

John's nerves were tense and he took out his wand without hesitation and looked back.

He heard the sound of something moving.

Being cautious, John felt inexplicably depressed.

I walked towards the cubicles, but there was nothing in any of them.

John was wondering where he was when he heard a cat meowing.

"Mrs. Norris?"

Hearing the voice, John recognized Mrs. Norris.

The cat was outside in the hallway and John walked out.

Mrs. Norris was climbing up and down, and she seemed to have discovered something.

"Be careful Mrs. Norris, there may be danger here."

John reached out and touched Mrs. Norris's chin. He followed Mrs. Norris and searched in the corridor.

He didn't know what the flashing black shadow was, but his instinct told John that it was dangerous.

He felt like something was watching him, which made him nervous.

Mrs. Norris walked to a puddle of water at the corner. It might be thirsty and was drinking water there.

The sound of movement sounded in John's ears, and then he heard a cat's scream.

Turning around, I saw the big black guy over there.

John took action without any hesitation.

"PetrificusTotalus"

The petrification curse had no effect on the black figure, and John cursed secretly.

Before the other party turned around, John cast a disillusionment spell on himself and hid around the corner.

He noticed that Mrs. Norris's body was stiff and gradually seemed to be petrified. John knew that this thing was very dangerous.

Drawing out Ironwick's sword, John attacked based on his senses.

"Broken to pieces! (Reducto)"

White light hit the wall.

Chapter 69 The Secret Room Incident and Blood Letters

In order to confirm where the black shadow was, John used the mirror of Ironwick's sword to look at it.

It was a huge guy with black scales and a scarlet crest on the top of his head.

Just being there is enough to swallow the troll.

John cursed secretly where this thing came from, and saw the dark shadow turning around.

John saw a pair of big yellow eyes from the sword, and he felt his body become stiff after just a moment of contact.

"No, it's petrified!"

He was shocked, and he didn't expect that he would be attacked just by looking at his eyes.

John's magic resisted petrification, but it had little effect.

"Damn it!"

If he is petrified, he will definitely finish the game.

John growled, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the petrified pride on his body slowed down.

Without hesitation, he reached into the small bag he carried with him and took out bottles of potions.

He poured the antidote into his mouth, but it didn't do much, so John switched to another bottle.

In this race against time, John touched the antidote refined from mandrake before he was completely petrified.

After he drank it, the petrification on his body was lifted.

This was made by stealing a pot of mandrake from the greenhouse last semester when Professor Sprout was not paying attention.

There is only one bottle.

"Is it a curse?"

After John opened the dragon eyes, he could see that those eyes were covered with a strong curse.

Without hesitation, John turned on the flame mode.

Under the influence of the burning magic of the flaming sword, the reflected curse was burned, and he saw the black shadow approaching towards him through the sword.

The moment the black shadow approached, John closed his eyes and used only his ears to attack the black shadow.

With the fire spell attached, Ironwick's sword finally penetrated the black shadow's scales with one blow.

Blood was left along the blade of the sword, and John heard the black figure roaring in pain.

Then a strong wind swept by, and John rolled to avoid it.

"No, you must avoid it!"

He turned around and ran in the direction he remembered. After being injured, the black shadow became very manic and chased John.

Activating the flying boots, John turned his back to the black shadow and opened his eyes and began to shift positions.

Through the reflection of the sword, John could see that the black shadow was still chasing him.

Counting the time, the Halloween party is almost over.

If this monster with killing eyes breaks in, I'm afraid all the students in the school will be wiped out.

John made up his mind and ran towards the outside of the castle.

After he ran out for a while, he looked at the sword again, and the black shadow behind him disappeared.

"left?"

John stopped, thought of something, his face changed drastically and he ran back.

…

On the second floor, Harry saw his most hated cat, Mrs. Norris, hanging there.

Mrs. Norris was hung on the torch support, her body as hard as a wooden board.

There is a line of blood writing on the wall.

"The secret chamber has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir must be alert."

Ron read the words above with a trembling voice, and by the time they realized it was time to leave first, the Halloween party was over.

A large group of young wizards witnessed this, and Filch squeezed through the crowd to see what had happened to his cat.

He stumbled back a few steps, grabbed his face with his hands in terror, and let out a heart-rending roar.

"My cat, my cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris?"

His appearance made people feel pity for him.

Malfoy laughed when he saw the bloody writing on the wall.

Filch insisted that Harry had killed his cat, and screamed that he would kill Harry to avenge Mrs. Norris.

Dumbledore rushed to the scene, and he was the first to find some traces that someone had fought here.

The student body was in an uproar, and a kind of panic spread here.

Dumbledore knew that the priority was to suppress all these emotions now, so he asked the three little ones of the first witness to leave with him.

Filch looked at them with hatred, and Lockhart volunteered to let Dumbledore go to the nearest office.

After they left, John returned.

He stared at the bloody words on the wall and scanned the crowd.

He knew that when he was fighting that black shadow, there were no words here.

This shows that after he lured away the shadow, someone else came here.

"Who is it?"

John was lost in thought. The prefect was taking the students from his own house back.

"Gemma, I have something to do."

Gemma Farley, the sixth-year Slytherin prefect, wanted to let John leave, but John just left a word and headed in the opposite direction.