I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Did you create this?" Malfoy asked in surprise. "It looks as weak as Puff Down."

Puffins are cute magical animals that are very popular with children. Their furry appearance makes them often sold as household pets.

"They can knock you out for three days with one punch, Draco."

John stopped Malfoy from stabbing Helmer with a fork. It was extremely painful for the little guy to hit someone.

Tomorrow is Christmas vacation, and Malfoy is going to stay away from Hogwarts, a place that requires sneaking, and take a romantic trip to France with Astoria.

Daphne didn't know about this.

Daphne thought her sister was going to Chelsea with her to learn cooking skills.

I heard that there is a chef named Ramsay who is very good.

Neville's holiday schedule was to spend time with his family, and he always had to make up for the absence of his parents.

"Okay, but I need to give you a mission."

John was alone in Hogwarts again, and he said: "Train the Star Guards for me, and each of you will take one away."

The Star Spirit Guards are still very immature and cannot even transform without relying on external force.

John is going to let his friends help with training, and he is also going to send a few branches to France and the United States.

Everyone in the Star Society was fine, but when John saw Malfoy, he doubted if the protoss would imitate him.

Perhaps his disbelief was too obvious and Malfoy felt insulted.

"Who are you looking down on!" Malfoy said angrily, "I am very talented in education!"

"Okay." John sighed, worried.

Malfoy was filled with grief and anger, "Ato, he doubts me!"

Astoria hesitated, "Do you have to let Draco train, John?"

"No way, there are too many, I can't handle them all by myself." John said melancholy.

Malfoy was desperate, even his girlfriend doubted him.

He vowed to make John look at him differently, not as a little Star Guardian, but to see him teach him to become the best one!

Although no one believed it, Malfoy still felt that he could do it.

This optimistic spirit lasted until he saw the little guy who had become a divine guard in the Star Club smashing a stone taller than himself with one punch.

The direction of his thinking changed from teaching the Star Spirit Guards to how he could avoid being punched to death.

Astoria likes the cute little protoss very much. Apart from the terrifying appearance of the guardian, this little guy is still very confusing.

That night, John did not return to his dormitory.

He checked every protoss in the Star Club to make sure that the cute little golden guy wouldn't suddenly beat his friends to death.

[Ding, magic power has been upgraded successfully, current magic power: level 7]

John exhaled, and his breath turned purple, then turned into a ball of fire.

His eyes grew dull and he called for the panel.

Staring at the magic power that turned gray, there was no joy in his brows.

"Bottleneck?"

Looking at level 7 on his panel, John felt a headache.

It seems that I have reached the upper limit of my magic power. If I want to go further, can I only rely on the Elder Wand?

“I needed something that would allow me to continue to improve.”

Standing at the top of the wizarding world, John is not satisfied yet.

He knew that the god above the wizard was not as simple as level 7.

Now he has reached a bottleneck period.

Break this bottleneck and he will transcend.

And if he is constrained by a bottleneck, he may be the next Grindelwald or Dumbledore.

…

Chapter 601 Christmas Gift, Watson Abandoned

Christmas holiday.

Malfoy waved to John with a protoss in his pocket.

They sat in the Thestral carriage and headed for the train.

John looked at the dwindling number of people around him like an old man left behind.

"How does this comparison make me look lonely?"

The crowd was thronging, and John stood alone in the foyer.

Filch was there counting the people leaving.

Professor McGonagall came to John and asked doubtfully: "You won't go this year, Wick?"

"I still have things to deal with, Professor McGonagall." John said respectfully to Professor McGonagall, "There are some things that I can't get away from."

"You can spend time with your family properly," Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly, "You always push yourself too hard."

John only went back once for Christmas, and even Harry went back more than once.

Compared to Harry, John is more like a child who has lost his family.

Professor McGonagall felt very sorry for this child. He had given too much and never rested.

"Compared to a short period of relaxation, I would rather see that the people I care about are fine." John shook his head, "I'm still young."

"Time will pass quickly," Professor McGonagall said complicatedly, "In the blink of an eye, I will already be an old woman."

"Okay, but you are a respectable old woman." John smiled and bowed, "I have always respected you."

Professor McGonagall also smiled. She couldn't dislike this student anymore.

"Even though you're not going home, Hogsmeade is always open."

Professor McGonagall nodded to John and said, "Have a good time, Wick."

"I will, Professor McGonagall."

John nodded and watched Professor McGonagall leave.

Professor McGonagall, who often stays at school, rarely relaxes. She wants to follow the train to Silver Hand Amusement Park.

That place can hold the adventurous Gryffindor for a long time.

Slughorn organizes the Christmas party as usual.

Snow covers the castle.

John stood in the foyer looking at the empty castle and sighed: "Peace is hard-won."

This is probably one of the few years where students can leave easily.

The troll in the first grade, the basilisk in the second grade, Sirius in the third grade, the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth grade, the high-pressure rule in the fifth grade, and the points deduction battle in the sixth grade.

Without Voldemort causing trouble, this year was particularly easy.

Snowflakes fell on the head of Hector, who was seeing snow for the first time outside. He and Helmer rolled in the snow.

"Perhaps we can celebrate the holidays differently this year."

Peace is always what is pursued.

The blood brought by war contrasts with the fragrance of flowers of peace.

Entering the castle, it was not time for John to relax.

While he was training the Celestial Spirit Guards, he was also researching better ways to cure the blood curse.

He almost never left the Star Club.

Even Slughorn didn't see it while he was eating.

Wait until Christmas day comes.

John walked out of the Star Club and stretched.

Rubbing his sore neck, he habitually picked up the newspaper delivered by Basil.

"Grindelwald was arrested and imprisoned in Poland"

This news cheered up John. He looked at the newspaper and muttered to himself: "Want to play the MACUSA routine again?"

Grindelwald was arrested, which is unpleasant news.

That guy, he was like home in prison.

John put down the newspaper and said, "Perhaps direct execution is the most correct approach."

But John shook his head, this approach was impossible.

Grindelwald's fans have never been in the minority. If the Polish Minister of Magic did this, he would really be a hero.

He went to his dormitory. He didn't know what he would receive this Christmas.

After he left.

The star spirits of the Stars Society shuttled around in various rooms. They were the products of the Stars Society and were not restricted by the Stars Society.

A protoss ran into the room leading to the ocean, caught a big fish and started surfing.

Others started exploring in the forest room and played hide and seek in the maze.

The little star spirit seems to have countless happiness.

Suddenly.

The fireplace lit up with blue flames.

…

The Wick family.

Ariana woke up to the morning sun.

The little bear on the bedside waved its fluffy arms, providing Ariana with the cutest wake-up call.

Ariana, her long blond hair messed up from sleep, sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Thinking of something, she got up from the bed and ran downstairs quickly.

The little bear followed behind with his short legs and chirping.

Mrs. Wick was cooking breakfast downstairs, pouring milk and placing it on the table, ignored by Ariana.

With her goal clear, she ran to the Christmas tree at home.

Five gift boxes were placed there.

Ariana looked at Mrs. Wick longingly.

"Can I take it apart, Mom?"

Mrs. Wick was amused by her expression, raised her finger and said, "You need to get yourself clean."

Ariana ran to wash up, and Watson walked downstairs breathing heavily.

Mrs. Wick narrowed her eyes dangerously when she saw his lack of energy.

"What time did you watch "I Swing the Sword at Hogwarts" yesterday?"

When asked by his wife, Watson immediately felt guilty.

He read a book in the study all night last night on the pretext that he needed to deal with work.

You can't blame him, Lockhart's writing is so beautiful, and such a book deserves to be a hit.

Moreover, the one John bought him was the premium edition, and the illustrations in the book were all moving, interpreting the scenes.