I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John scratched his head, feeling a little weird, and said cautiously, "Actually, Tom can also perform a one-handed handstand while eating dog food."

"Thank you John—"

It was the same sentence again. Daphne turned and left without giving John a chance to understand.

Glancing at Tom, who was already circling around him, John raised his eyebrows and shouted, "There's something wrong with you!"

Daphne paused, thinking John had finally noticed, but she soon realized she was overthinking.

John pulled a dog face and questioned: "You've eaten twice as much dog food these days, why haven't you gained any weight?"

Tom's fawning face froze and he lowered his head guiltily.

Daphne stepped harder, as if she was treating the floor as John and stepped on it hard.

This bastard even knows how much dog food Tom has eaten, but he can’t even figure out why he’s angry!

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Chapter 122 Quidditch Training Week and Borrowing Books

John has always been a person who jumps back and forth between carefulness and carelessness.

Just like Daphne, who had been acting weird around him for three days straight, John only vaguely remembered where he had heard this before.

"Isn't that what Hermione told me last time on her birthday?"

He was a little confused and asked why it sounded so familiar. It turned out that it was Hermione who said it.

"Does she think I shouldn't give gifts to Gryffindors?"

After thinking it over, John felt that this possibility was very high.

After all, as the leading team of Slytherin, Slytherin's attitude towards Muggles and half-bloods has changed a lot because of him.

But the attitude towards Gryffindor has never changed. Between Slytherin and Gryffindor, one must step on the other to get to the top.

This is something that is almost ingrained in him, even John feels this way to some extent.

In that case...it seems like I did nothing wrong!

There was no house sorting when we became friends, and I am a loyal Slytherin, definitely not a Slytherin.

I want to report to the organization, I am wronged!

After struggling for a while, John finally decided that he had to apologize to Daphne.

After all, because of this, I had to miss a class on Muggle Studies.

After finding Daphne, John said seriously, "Daphne, I know I did something wrong during this period. I apologize to you."

He said it very seriously, which made Daphne start to become shy because of her temper.

Daphne said with a blushing face: "I am also wrong. I shouldn't talk to you like that."

Thinking about how she had been acting sarcastic these past few days, she couldn't help but rub her face, and she felt her face was stiff from even her sneer.

John nodded in deep understanding of the sarcastic tone and said, "It's like Professor Snape is by my side."

When he finished, he noticed Daphne's mouth opened wide.

John didn't understand. Wasn't it just Professor Snape that caused such a big reaction?

"In that case, Mr. Wick, you can ask someone else for your approval slip."

Suddenly, John felt a chill on his back and heard a sinister voice behind him.

John broke out in a cold sweat. Professor Snape usually didn't look for him, but today was such a coincidence.

He turned around awkwardly and saw Professor Snape in a black robe looking at him with a sneer.

Swallowing hard, John grinned, "Hello, Professor. I was just saying you're handsome."

This lie was so fake that even Daphne couldn't stand it. Snape's mouth twitched slightly. He looked at John coldly, threw down a note and left.

"It's over."

The goodwill that I had accumulated with great difficulty was gone in an instant.

John had a resentful look on his face. He caught a glimpse of the note out of the corner of his eye. He picked it up and saw Professor Snape's signature on it.

"Uh...what does this mean?"

John fell into deep thought. You didn't give it to me a few days ago, but now you suddenly send it to me.

You are playing hard to get with me. You are not a girl. What's the point of playing this?

Anyway, I got the note.

I have been busy doing experiments on Dementors these days and have not been to the restricted area yet.

Now that he had some free time, John turned around and ran away.

Daphne stretched out her hands, and finally stamped her feet angrily on the spot.

10 month.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was as excellent as ever. In terms of teaching level alone, John admitted that he was not as good as Lupin.

"I didn't realize he was a good teacher. The little wizards in the werewolf community may need him in the future."

Staring at Lupin's confident and kind teaching method, which combines education with entertainment, can enable students to learn knowledge while making them happy.

John admired this very much.

John touched his wand out of habit. He had a habit of rubbing something in his hand.

When he had a ring on, he would stroke it, and when he didn't have a ring, he would touch his wand.

He felt that by the time he graduated, the wand would have become tarnished.

In the divination class, John gained extra points like water.

His grades were so good that Professor Trelawney changed the way she addressed him from child to dear.

Care of Magical Animals also went smoothly. Although there were some problems in the first class, they were fortunately resolved by John.

Malfoy, who had been trained by John, was not so delicate and did not go to his father to complain.

Hagrid would find beautiful flower fairies to make the girls love them.

There were also some magical creatures that didn't look that dangerous. These things seemed boring to Hagrid, but they were very popular with the students.

Hagrid and John complained about this, but John looked speechless and said, "You still want to bring the dragon to the students?"

Hagrid's eyes lit up at the suggestion, but he hesitated and said, "As for dragons, one is fine, but if there are too many, I won't be able to take care of them all."

John: Wow, you really dare to think like that.

He could guarantee that the dragon that Hagrid brought with him would be kicked out of Hogwarts with his back.

Even adult wizards dare not approach such dangerous creatures, and you still want to use it to teach young wizards.

Dispelling Hagrid's unrealistic ideas, John came to the Quidditch field.

During Quidditch training time, the stadium is fully booked by the four colleges every day.

Whether it is windy or rainy, there are always people flying around on broomsticks in the stadium.

The brooms flying in the stadium were chasing various balls, and the ones flying in the sky were not Gryffindor, but Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff changed its captain, and Cedric, who had duel practice with John last year, became the captain.

Although he doesn't have Harry's excellent intuition and talent, his skills are very strong, especially in turning around, which is not in line with his tall body.

Cedric, who was practicing, saw John and greeted him from a distance.

John also nodded and gave him a cheering gesture.

He immediately went into the restricted book section of the library and searched through all the books there.

He lent out a book titled "The Origin and Speculation of Dementors".

This is an extremely unpopular book, so unpopular that even Madam Pince was stunned when she saw it.

"You shouldn't be interested in dementors, though they're out there."

Madam Pince usually didn't say much to her students, but she said a few more words to John.

John showed his white teeth and smiled: "You always need to learn more, don't you?"

After some advice, Madam Pince stopped caring about it. Before leaving, she said to John, "The ice cream you sent last time was very good, especially the red one."

John staggered and looked at Madam Pince suspiciously. She actually liked mapo tofu flavor just like Filch.

Passing the Quidditch pitch again, John saw the flying yellow figure change to red.

It was already the last year at Wood, and Harry was like a chicken with its blood pumped up, looking for the Golden Snitch over and over again.

The twins practiced a sandwich tactic, encircling the person on both sides and beating him down directly.

He stopped to watch and was driven out by Wood.

Although he knew that John would not leak the secret, Wood still didn't like being stared at by the Slytherins.

In response, John shrugged and left the Quidditch pitch.

He had considered joining the Quidditch team, but when he thought about how busy he was at the moment, he gave up the idea.

"If only I could control time."

He sighed and thought that it would be great if he had a tool to control time.

But think about it, it's unlikely. Time is also a taboo in the magic world and is as dangerous as the soul. How can it be possessed casually?

Back in the castle, John went to the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets and couldn't wait to open "The Origin and Speculation of Dementors".

"Dementors are a mixture of spirit and matter."

The first sentence caught John's eye. He discovered this problem when he was experimenting with Dementors. It seems that the author has some stuff.

He immediately calmed down and continued watching.

"They are man-made, evil, cruel, and pitiful creatures, with too little intelligence to increase their numbers by reproduction."

John looked at the book intently.

Are Dementors man-made?

The basilisk suddenly came to his mind, which was also a man-made product.

However, compared to the Dementors, the Basilisk was created through human intervention and the selection of genes from nature.

But Dementors are different. The book speculates that Dementors were created by humans. They have no gender and no concept of reproduction.

They are like vengeful spirits, growing like fungi from dark and decaying places.

This made John's scalp tingle. What kind of person would create something like Dementors?

He forced himself to look down and saw all kinds of things.

The creator of Dementors is an extremely evil being and also the first resident of Azkaban.

Ekstis.

Chapter 123 Strange Hermione and Level 5 Alchemy

The method of creating Dementors can be summarized into two steps: soul and curse.

Axtis was very cruel and killed many Muggles. All the Muggles around him were brutally killed by him using black magic.

The soul after death cannot find peace either. It is cursed and cannot be freed. It is trapped between reality and a hazy fantasy. It is neither dead nor alive.

Over time, these souls will become Dementors that feed on the souls of others.

"If there is a hierarchy of evil, then Axtis is definitely the highest one."

John deeply agreed with the author's sentiments.

Even John couldn't do the act of making Dementors out of souls tortured to death.