I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I Swing a Great Sword at Hogwarts" by Nanshan Douxi

brief introduction:

The most un-Slytherin-like Slytherin.

There is a saying circulating in the Slytherin common room: "Little wizards who don't obey will be eaten by night demons."

He is the master of the stars that shine at Hogwarts and the night demon that his enemies fear.

Glory made him the pride of Slytherin.

When the Dark Lord arrived, he uttered the words,

"Weapons. I need lots of weapons."

With a staff in his left hand and a great sword in his right hand, everyone would shout for him: "Damn the Sorting Hat, is this Slytherin?"

When the stars return to Hogwarts, John Wick's glory will shine on the entire wizarding world.

Chapter 1 The Wizarding World and John Wick

1991 years.

6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

In the early morning, sunlight shines through the second-floor window onto the wooden floor.

The sound of tapping interrupted the boy's concentration on sharpening his pencil.

He looked up and saw a round shadow on the floor.

When he saw the owner of the shadow clearly, he couldn't help but mutter.

“I know I’m an extraordinary person.”

"But you're going a bit too far."

The eleven-year-old boy was a head taller than other children.

His slender stature, gray-blue vest suit, and golden pocket watch chain on the vest suit made the pencil sharpener in the boy's hand look as elegant as a wine glass.

He stood up and walked from the shadows into the sunlight.

The sunlight shone on his black and smooth hair, and his wing-like eyelashes flickered as the sunlight entered the room through the window.

The reddish-brown eyes narrowed somewhat uncomfortably in the face of the sunlight, and the thin, light pink lips were slightly pursed under the handsome and beautiful nose.

The boy, who is half Slavic, does not have the characteristic freckles of European and American boys. His fair and delicate face makes him look like a nobleman who walked out of a fairy tale.

Arrange the pencils neatly on the desk, elegantly as if you are fiddling with your own artwork.

John Wick stared outside, where there was an owl that kept knocking on his window trying to get in, with a letter in its mouth.

This made him fall into deep thought.

There is nothing wrong with owls. After all, this era is not like the era when penguins and QQ were so popular, and writing letters is not a rare thing.

But the idea of ​​an owl delivering mail is a strange one.

After carefully examining the letter, I found that the envelope was made of thick parchment and the writing was written in emerald green ink.

Things were fine up to this point, but the problem arose with the wax seal in the middle.

It was a shield with a capital 'H' surrounded by four animals: a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

"Could it be that?"

As can be seen from his name John, he is a peace-loving person, but he also has his own unknown secrets.

Yes, he is a time traveler.

From the moment he came into this world, he knew that he was an unusual person. After all, he was John Wick.

He has the same name as the killer in the John Wick series who slaughtered an entire gang for a dog. Having such a name destined him to an extraordinary life.

For this purpose, he specially trained how to kill three people with a pencil, and he developed the technique well on his peers, and was given the title of Pencil Killer.

He was confident that even if he encountered a dangerous situation in the future, he could calmly take out a pencil and threaten the other party to put down their weapons.

But he really didn't expect that he was indeed in an unusual world, but not an ordinary world.

There is a group of wizards in this world. They can make a person forget everything by waving their wands, and they can also enter your brain without any scruples to get the information they want.

A group of humans with supernatural powers, including a group of twisted and crazy wizards like Grindelwald and Voldemort.

"So my pencil killing skills were all in vain?"

John looked at the neatly arranged pencils with regret. After ten years of training, he found out that this was a magical world.

No matter how powerful a killer you are, you can't kill a wizard.

For wizards, those difficult and complicated diseases can be cured easily, not to mention the mysterious magic.

"Forget it. What did Confucius say? If they are here, let them be buried here."

After hesitating for a while, he reached out and opened the window.

The owl, which had been left outside for a long time, finally flew in and angrily threw the letter in John's face.

The owl turned and flew away, not even bothering to ask for food as it usually did.

It was such bad luck that this annoying kid would be a new student at Hogwarts.

"Tsk, how rude! I wonder if these owls were raised by Hagrid. It's a pity he can tolerate them."

John took the envelope down, complained about the quality of Hogwarts owls, and opened the letter.

"Dear Mr. Wick:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 9. We will be waiting for your owl letter by July 1.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

"September 9st, there's still some time left."

At the same time, a voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding, a hidden corner of the world is discovered, and a series of tasks begins: Hogwarts. ]

That’s right, Goldfinger.

It is said that time travelers come with a golden finger.

When he was five years old, John discovered that a panel suddenly appeared in his head.

This is also the important reason why he could learn the unique skill of killing three people with one stroke at the age of eleven.

The panel is very simple and has only two functions besides issuing tasks.

Blessing, add points.

Blessing, as the name suggests, is similar to the superposition of various buffs in the game.

Adding points can improve the skill level.

Both blessings and points can be obtained by completing randomly assigned tasks.

Similar to John's short weapon proficiency, which has reached level 7, he can easily defeat three adults even with a pencil.

According to his original plan, he wanted to become an all-around athlete by adding points, or get admitted to the top university.

All these were disrupted by the admission letter before they could be realized.

There is one more thing added to the panel, magic.

This undoubtedly confirms the authenticity of the letter.

It's July now.

John then needs to find a way to make his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick, accept the fact that their son is a wizard.

...

"John, that joke is not funny."

Mr. Watson Wick looked at his son and said seriously, "You can use a pencil to successfully get your father to run from the company to the school to apologize to the four children on your behalf, but you can't torture your father with such an unfunny joke."

Watson Wick is John's father in this life. Watson has golden brown hair, reddish brown eyes, a big nose and a well-fitting suit, a typical British elite appearance.

In fact, John looks more like his mother, Mrs. Wick, who has the same black hair. This beauty from the country of bears, even wears a dress that is full of mature charm.

As middle-class elites, the Wick family did not believe what Little John said.

Mrs. Wick was on the same side as Watson, holding a gold-rimmed bone china cup of coffee in her hand, with helplessness in her eyes about children lying to their parents.

"It's three, and I'm not kidding," John retorted.

There were clearly three people, and the remaining one ran over and fell down by himself. It had nothing to do with me.

"Really? That fat boy named Dudley didn't say that. He ate all the cake that was given as apology. I don't know how he could finish it."

Watson looked at his son with a half-smile.

After realizing that he was in the wizarding world, John felt something was not right. Could that fat guy Dudley be Harry Potter's cousin?

In the end, after John argued his case, the Wicks were still hesitant and expressed their willingness to give John a chance.

In this way, the days passed little by little.

John also earned a new nickname from the Wicks, Little Wizard.

But no one knew who heard the news, and a group of kids who had a bad relationship with John teamed up to taunt him, but when he pulled out his pencil, they were so scared that they ran back home and called for their mother.

...

Chapter 2 Diagon Alley and the Giant

On July 7, there was a knock on the Wicks' door.

When the door opened, a tall woman appeared.

He was wearing a dark green robe and square glasses on his serious face.

It goes without saying that this image is the vice-headmaster who loves Quidditch.

Minerva McGonagall, Professor at Hogwarts and Head of Gryffindor School.

Mag nodded politely at first, then asked John who was already stunned.

"Minerva McGonagall, John Wick can I come in?"

It was the first time John saw a character from the book. After he came to his senses, a bright smile appeared on his face and he let Professor McGonagall in.

Mr. and Mrs. Wick, who didn't believe their son, were also stunned. They looked at each other and wondered if the child had hired someone to act the role.

The skeptical couple sat on the sofa, with Professor McGonagall sitting on the other side.

However, the protagonist John this time became a servant who served tea and water.

After sitting down, Watson spoke first, "Are you the teacher at Hogwarts?"

His expression and words all expressed his doubt.

McGonagall had seen countless parents like this before, so she wasn't angry. She politely corrected the other person's wording and said, "It's Hogwarts. To be more precise, it's professor."

The couple looked at John together and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, could it be that their son didn't lie to them?

John looked innocent, as if he had told the truth.

Watson didn't trust someone so easily. He changed his sitting position and leaned forward slightly. He gestured with his hands and said in a questioning tone:

"So my son is a wizard? You peel the nails off dead people and nail black cats to doorposts?"

Such arrogant and questioning words were not very friendly. Even Mag frowned and said seriously:

"Mr. Wick, only dark wizards would peel off the nails of the dead. Hogwarts is a real magic school."