I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Percy was very curious. When did Hogwarts have such a place?

Invite everyone in. Stars shine in the room. John says with a sincere expression: "The Star Club welcomes all friends. We pursue glory and help friends. We are not relatives, but we are better than relatives. We seek strength and share strength."

His eyes slowly swept over everyone, and John spoke in a high voice, "The stars are eternal and unchanging."

"Are you willing to join the Star Club?"

As soon as the words fell, Heinrich walked out without hesitation, lowered his proud head, and said with fanaticism: "Heinrich Edgar, willing to join."

After he finished speaking, Daphne walked out gracefully, her voice serious and earnest, and said in a delicate voice: "Daphne Greengrass is willing to join."

Malfoy was not to be outdone, he also walked out, put his right hand on his chest, and said seriously: "Draco Malfoy, willing to join!"

Of the remaining three, there are two Gryffindors and one Hufflepuff.

Percy finally understood John's purpose. Such ambition made a light flash in Percy's eyes.

He walked out, with the student council president badge on his chest, which he treasured very much. He took off the badge, saluted like Malfoy, and said, "Percy Weasley, willing to join."

"I knew you wouldn't be that simple."

Cedric muttered something, and after walking out, he said with a smile: "Cedric Diggory, willing to join."

Now only Neville was left. John turned his gaze to him and asked softly without forcing him, "Neville, I won't force you."

After Neville hesitated for a while, he took a step forward. His face had become thinner and his height had increased due to exercise. He shouted, "Neville Longbottom, I'm willing to join!"

The six people lowered their heads, and John raised his hand and pointed at the dome.

Six stars fell from the sky and turned into six shining badges.

The badge seemed to have a starry sky inside, dotted with purple crystals.

John placed a badge on each of them, officially completing the ceremony.

Looking at the six people in front of him, John said silently: "Finally, we have taken a step forward."

When the six of them grow up, even if the Order of the Stars cannot be as big as the Order of the Phoenix, it will definitely be a force that can shake the magic world.

He tapped the table, and seven golden cups appeared on it.

Fly towards several people respectively.

John picked it up and suddenly felt very proud.

It’s just like the heroes in Liangshan Marsh, swearing blood oath, eating meat and drinking wine with big mouthfuls.

He was ready to drink it all in one gulp and then throw the cup in a domineering manner.

As soon as he picked it up, Percy frowned and said, "Students are not allowed to drink."

"Ahem... this is pumpkin juice."

John nearly choked and said with an embarrassed look on his face, "I didn't get any wine at school, and the house elves in the kitchen wouldn't give it to me."

Those who were originally immersed in the atmosphere just now burst into laughter after seeing this scene.

The seven people toasted and drank it all, and the Star Society was officially established.

In this inconspicuous corner, John's lineage was officially born.

It’s a pity that Furong is not here, otherwise the Star Society would be complete.

...

There are various clubs in the school, but they are all created by professors. For example, the Star Club founded by John himself is limited to seven people.

After joining the Star Club, Malfoy walked in a more arrogant manner.

He took a step towards not recognizing any relatives, and even looked at Neville in a pleasing way.

Because John said that once you join the Star Club, no matter what happened before, no matter what your family is like, the Star Club is the closest group of people to you.

Malfoy, who was originally somewhat resistant to Weasley and Longbottom, no longer had any objections after hearing what John said.

"Percy is the student council president. Even though Neville seems timid, he can easily beat you to death."

Malfoy refused to accept it, but after being nearly killed by Neville's sword, he finally gave in.

Strength comes first.

In the past, Malfoy would never have acknowledged these two people, but now both of them are more powerful than him.

I thought I would be in the top three, or at least top five.

However, the facts told him that he was at the bottom.

Even Daphne and Neville are better than him, not to mention Heinrich and the others.

"It was a close call. I'm number seven."

Malfoy said thankfully. John glanced at him and sneered, "What are you thinking? You're number eight."

This left Malfoy dumbfounded, and John told him that there was another member in Beauxbatons.

So Malfoy won the eighth place, but I don’t know what would happen if new members were added.

"Work hard, kid."

Patting the dazed Malfoy on the shoulder meaningfully, John would not say that he almost was your godfather.

How can I, as a father, feel at ease if Malfoy doesn't work hard?

When he was trying to trick Lucius, he praised him to death. Now that he can't show his face, isn't that a slap in his face?

"Your training will double in the future. When you are able to defeat Neville, you won't have to train anymore."

Being able to paint a rosy picture has always been a necessary skill for a leader. John said seriously, "I have high hopes for you."

These words made Malfoy's blood boil, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, but he didn't know that almost everyone had heard it.

No, Percy didn't.

When John told him that Barty Crouch was planning to hire an assistant, he was so happy that he almost took off on the spot.

...

Chapter 126 Crookshanks and the Dog

The screaming sound was enough to pierce the eardrums. A layer of substance as thin as smoke on the Dementor's body seemed to be grabbed by a big hand and torn apart roughly.

John was more focused than ever before. The wand in his hand was like a scalpel, which was used to peel out the Dementors bit by bit.

The magic crystal hanging around his neck glowed faintly, and as John accidentally used too much force, the third Dementor died.

John wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his brows did not relax.

He didn't understand why he couldn't do it when he could control every bit of magic power precisely.

"It is impossible to read the Dementors' thoughts. We can only tell by the volume of their cries."

John took off his earplugs expressionlessly and tapped the cupboard with his fingers.

The Boggart inside didn't dare to make a sound. It huddled in the cupboard as if it was dead.

John glanced at the newly added shelf for reagents, where a bottle of something like a black smoke was placed.

This was something he had extracted from the Boggart with great effort, blood, so to speak.

There was no solid floating in the air, and black smoke was rushing around aimlessly in the reagent.

This thing reminded John of another creature in the magical world.

Obscurus.

Next to it, there are exquisite items containing varying quantities of floating silver threads.

These things look very pure and sacred.

"Is this the soul that the Dementor has not digested, or is it its own soul?"

After pondering for a moment, John put on his gloves and used his wand to pick out the silver threads inside.

This thing looked just like the one that came out of Nagini, and John caught it without the calling.

He stared at the silver thread and a crazy idea came into his mind.

"The soul is back."

The wand was pointed at his head, and the silver thread went into John's ear.

Suddenly, everything in front of John changed.

He was unable to move, and a wizard with long black hair appeared in front of him.

His expression was cold, as if he was looking at an ant.

With a slight flick of the wand, John felt as if his body was being beaten, his bones shattered, and his skin peeled off inch by inch.

The scream reached his lips and John whimpered.

It turned out that the tongue had been cut off long ago, and blue veins bulged near the eye sockets.

John couldn't escape, his face was hideous, and there were many people imprisoned like him here.

Resentment began to spread in John's mind, and finally overflowed and gathered in the entire room.

John's eyes widened after the long torture.

Finally everything disappeared and he returned to the secret room.

Breathing heavily, everything John experienced seemed so real, and when he glanced at the time, he saw that half an hour had passed.

"It is too dangerous to implant a soul into the body."

John sat down with lingering fear and closed his eyes. He waited for a while before he recovered.

The table in front had clear fingerprints on the edge.

This shows how much pain John was in just now.

"I'll have to find another way to do it next time."

John's fingers were bleeding, so he cast a spell on himself to stop the bleeding.

But this does not seem to be without benefits. After a good night's sleep, John felt much more energetic.

"what happened?"

John looked at the book in doubt and astonishment. He had not yet turned on the nerd mode, but he could read ten lines at a glance.

This surprised him greatly, and he immediately thought of a possibility. He muttered, "Could it be because of that soul fragment?"

Can putting soul fragments into your brain increase your mental strength?

John felt that this was what dark wizards would do, and he was a good person.

This state lasted for an hour, and it seemed that there was a time limit.

"If it were made into a drug, it could probably be considered a stimulant in the wizarding world."

When John walked out of the classroom after class, he still missed that feeling a little.

...

On Halloween Eve, the Slytherin common room erupted in laughter.

Daphne reluctantly said goodbye to her sister Astoria, and Malfoy and his followers vowed to go out for a drink.

Handing Filch permission to go to Hogsmeade, John saw Harry pleading with Professor McGonagall.

"Please Professor McGonagall, my aunt and uncle just…uh…forgot to sign the form."

Professor McGonagall said solemnly, with a businesslike look on her face, "I'm afraid not, Potter. You should have heard what I said. You cannot go to Hogsmeade without a watch."

In fact, Professor McGonagall didn't want to let Harry go out. The little wizards didn't know, but Professor McGonagall knew that Sirius was outside looking for Harry.

Although Hogsmeade is a village full of wizards, that’s Sirius, a tough guy who can blow up an entire street with a single spell.

So Professor McGonagall didn't give in at all, which made Harry feel distraught.

John raised his eyebrows. That wasn't right. Could it be that what he said to Dursley last time fell on deaf ears?

It's really hard to persuade the damn devil with good words. If Harry turns evil one day, the first one to die will be Dursley.