I swung a sword at Hogwarts

With the help of the Disillusionment Spell, his next night tour mission would be much easier.

He left the Room of Requirement after training.

It was now bedtime and he headed to the trophy room to clean the trophies.

Taking out the cat strips from his pocket as a reward for his last help, John combed Mrs. Norris's tangled hair.

"Have you gained weight?"

Lifting Mrs. Norris up, John felt a lot fatter.

I didn't know how Filch fed the cat before, but it could make Mrs. Norris malnourished.

I remember that Mrs. Norris often licked her fur, so John thoughtfully brought a bottle of hair remover cream.

When he left, he saw that Filch's face looked even uglier, and he smelled like a rotten durian.

It was probably the work of the Weasley twins.

Not long after leaving the trophy room, John encountered two sneaky groups of red hair.

With identical features and smirks on their faces, it's easy to tell that these are the famous Weasley twins.

John rolled his eyes, cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, secretly followed them and listened to their conversation.

"George, we can throw the dung balls in there."

"Wait Fred, John Wick is still in the trophy room, and I don't want to implicate John Wick."

"Well, we could throw it into Filch's room, what do you say?"

"Great, George, it's time to teach this annoying guy a lesson."

George Weasley and Fred Weasley, the Weasley twins, are the two most troublesome guys in Hogwarts.

They had been harboring a grudge against Filch for a long time. As the two people who loved playing pranks the most, they were natural opponents of the janitor Filch.

For this, the Weasley twins decided to teach Filch a lesson.

Maybe a couple of large dung eggs delivered to the room would be a good gift.

John followed behind them and felt a chill listening to their discussion, and was glad that he had good relationships with people.

If I had been hit by a big dung ball from Weasley just now, I'm afraid even ten showers would not be enough.

The Weasley twins didn't notice John, and when they reached the room, they threw two large dung eggs into it.

The stench coming out of inside made John mourn for Filch and wonder where this unlucky guy would sleep tonight.

The Weasley twins couldn't stand the smell, so they ran out after throwing it away.

John stood at the door and looked inside.

There were a lot of things in Filch's office, and one of the drawers was marked 'Confiscated, Highly Dangerous', which contained a lot of contraband.

Before John could take a closer look, he heard Filch jumping up and down in anger.

The Weasley twins ran faster, and a piece of parchment fell off as they passed John.

John picked it up and looked at it. The white parchment reminded him of something.

"Marauder's Map?"

Now was not the time to check, as John had already heard Mrs. Norris's cat meowing.

He was wearing a Disillusionment Charm and running towards the opposite side of the Weasley twins.

Filch flew into a rage and chased after the Weasley twins.

After returning to the dormitory, John felt that he smelled like shit.

Pulling out the parchment, he pulled out his wand.

"I solemnly swear that I have no ill intentions!"

The white parchment began to change, and ink lines like ink extended out and gathered into a line of words on the parchment.

"Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, Wormtail."

John remembered that one of these four names seemed to be Harry's father.

When the parchment was opened, there was a map inside with footprints on it, showing the people who were active at Hogwarts.

"Filch is still walking around there. If he turns the corner he'll see the Weasley twins there."

The map is very comprehensive, recording how many secret passages there are in Hogwarts and even showing their names.

It can be said that obtaining this map means controlling all the secret passages in Hogwarts.

In the end, Filch did not turn, but went in the opposite direction.

The Weasley twins also began to move towards the Gryffindor common room, and they took a shortcut on the fifth floor.

John stared at the map and spotted a name.

Quirinus Quirrell.

Professor Quirrell was out and about at night, and John wanted to see if he could find He Who Must Not Be Named.

Unfortunately, he failed.

"It seems that not all parts of the Marauder's Map can be displayed."

John was a little disappointed, but fortunately this situation was rare.

John watched with relish as his bat dean approached a poor night-wandering couple. He estimated that a lot of points would be deducted from the couple.

"The prank is over."

Taking out his wand and tapping the parchment to close the Marauder's Map, John tucked the map under his pillow.

It’s good news that you don’t have to worry about being caught when you go out at night anymore.

...

A piece of good news and a piece of bad news.

The good news is that in addition to attending classes and exercising, John now has a new activity to spend his time.

Watching Harry the Savior perform some fancy flying on the Quidditch pitch.

I have to say that it is rare for a son to follow in his father's footsteps. Why would a myopic person who wears glasses have such strong dynamic vision?

The Golden Snitch is small, only the size of a walnut.

Plus extremely fast speed and huge three-dimensional venue.

John was a little dazzled by what he saw, but Harry was always able to find and lock it.

However, this did not stop John from watching with great interest. After all, this was the dark history of the Savior's training.

After Harry dived into the audience for the third time, Hermione's voice rang in John's ears.

"In 1269, Barberu Bragg, the president of the Wizarding Council, introduced the Golden Snidget into Quidditch and offered a reward of 150 Galleons for catching it. Later, releasing the Golden Snidget in Quidditch matches became a custom, and the team that captured the Golden Snidget would receive a 150-point reward.

The popularity of hunting the Golden Snidgeon led to a sharp decline in the number of Golden Snidgeons, and the Golden Snitch was later replaced by the Golden Snitch.

Hermione was showing off her knowledge, which made John feel helpless.

She seemed to be gradually regarding John as a rival.

As a real academic master, Hermione showed her unwillingness to admit defeat to John, who was able to get more extra points than her in class.

This is bad news.

At least until John really was a top student, this news was terrible.

It's like someone is holding a whip behind you, and you'll be whipped if you slow down.

Chapter 13 School Hospital and Training

[Ding, the challenge mission is triggered. Continue to get a score higher than Hermione Granger within one school year, and get the blessing: Academic Master 2.0]

[Study Master 2.0: Get 4 hours a day to increase learning efficiency]

"Has the mission been triggered?"

John was lost in thought when suddenly a flash of gold caught his eye, followed by a flying broomstick passing by.

He didn't have time to think, as a Bludger flew towards him.

John subconsciously raised his hand to catch the flying Bludger, and his arm made a cracking sound as if it was dislocated.

"Oh my God, John, are you okay?" Hermione screamed belatedly.

The Gryffindor Quidditch players who were still training also realized that something was wrong, and the Weasley twins were the first to fly over.

The Bludger kept trying to break free from John's hands, but his arms, which did not look strong, were able to hold it firmly.

Even Wood couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene: "You caught a bludger with your bare hands. You are such a natural hitter."

George: "John Wick, I wish you were a Gryffindor."

Fred: "Then we can abdicate."

The twins sang in unison.

Angelina Johnson, who had long black hair tied in a pigtail, interrupted the two people's banter, "You guys shut up, his hand looks broken."

Harry got off his broom in a hurry; it was he who was being chased by the Bludger.

He was so focused on the Golden Snitch that he didn't notice the two people here. By the time he reacted, John was already in trouble.

Harry felt guilty and said self-reproachfully, "It's all my fault."

John's face turned pale. Even for him, it would be painful to dislocate his arm.

"Can you guys stop chatting and take this thing away first."

The Bludger was heading towards Hermione just now. If he had let go, Hermione's face would have been kissed by the Bludger.

Wood was in a hurry to tie up the Bludger, which was so fast that it even broke the bat.

The Bludger was tied up, and John breathed a sigh of relief.

His lips turned pale and he changed his posture to half-kneeling.

His dislocated hand rested on the ground, and under Hermione's pale and worried gaze, he pushed his arm back with force.

Click.

"Oh--"

"Oh my god, this must hurt."

"John, you can go to the school hospital."

The little lions were all startled, and even the Weasley twins showed admiration.

How come they are all Slytherins but there is such a big gap between them? That Malfoy kid had to go to the school hospital and cry for a long time just because he broke the skin on his finger.

Madam Pomfrey wanted to kick Malfoy out more than once.

A group of little lions surrounded John. If you didn't know better, you would have thought it was Gryffindors ganging up on Slytherin.

Hermione mixed in the crowd and couldn't help asking worriedly, "John, are you okay?"

“Still not exercising enough.”

John paused and gave Hermione a smile.

Looking at Harry who was also worried, he grinned and said, "Harry, this is not your fault."

"I think we should go to the school hospital." Harry insisted on taking John to the school hospital.

John couldn't resist them so he had to be carried over. Those who didn't know him thought something was wrong with him.

Not long after he had been in the school hospital, he was kicked out by Madam Pomfrey.

"See, I told you it's okay."

John shrugged, looking relaxed.

Harry was finally relieved and said to Hermione: "Sorry Hermione, it's my fault for flying too low."