I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"So what do you want to do when you find him?" Ron swallowed hard, looking very nervous, with a slight tremor in his voice, "You want to... kill Black or something?"

Before Harry could speak, Hermione got anxious. "Don't be silly. Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, right, Harry?"

She just wanted Harry to be rational, but unfortunately Harry couldn't do that.

No matter how Hermione persuaded him, he remained silent.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Ron suggested going to Hag's. Today is Christmas and he must be hoping someone will go over.

Hermione glared at him fiercely, as if he was a hopeless idiot. He was really talking about something that was irrelevant.

It's so dangerous outside, what if my own son... Harry is caught by Black?

As a result, Harry agreed immediately. They couldn't persuade Harry, and at the same time hoped that Harry would be in a better mood, so they could only accompany him helplessly and worriedly.

...

The snow started out small and grew larger, and soon white snow accumulated on the grass, like fine powder.

John was in Hagrid's cabin, looking at the investigation letter that had been sent to him, lost in thought.

"Why does it feel like Buckbeak's head is hanging in the balance?" He just remembered that there seemed to be this scene in the movie, and he was inspired to do so.

When Hagrid heard it, it was as if he had seen Buckbeak being beheaded, and a terrifying cry exploded in John's ears.

John covered his ears and glanced at Hagrid enviously.

This physique, this strength, this voice.

It's simply the perfect warrior template.

The abdominal muscles that I had trained hard were no match for my raw innate power.

"Okay Hagrid, there's still time."

I tried to stand on tiptoe so that I could pat Hagrid's shoulder, but I ended up patting his belly.

As John was comforting Hagrid, there was a knock on the door.

He paused, and was about to open the door when he saw Hagrid walking over.

When the door was opened, three hairy heads appeared.

When John saw the three men, his face suddenly changed and he said in horror: "Hagrid, hold him down and save him!"

He was really afraid that Hagrid would accidentally kill all three of them with his hug.

Fortunately, they shouted in time, and Hagrid didn't use so much strength, but it still made the three of them scream.

After closing the door, Hagrid threw himself on the table and burst into tears.

John was originally planning to drink some red tea to calm his nerves, but the table almost collapsed and the teacup even jumped up.

"John, Hagrid, this is..." Harry didn't know why Hagrid was so sad.

It wasn't like this yesterday at the Three Broomsticks.

John pointed to the letter on the table and Harry picked it up suspiciously.

"We accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible in this regrettable incident."

Harry was puzzled and asked, "Isn't this a good thing?"

John motioned for him to look down, and when he saw what the Ministry of Magic was doing to Buckbeak, he became even more confused.

It's just a trial by the Dangerous Animals Committee. There's nothing to cry about.

Hagrid choked up. "You don't know those guys at the Dangerous Creatures Committee. They only go against interesting animals."

Just as he finished speaking, a noise was heard from the corner of the cabin.

Everyone looked over and saw Buckbeak chewing bloody food loudly. The blood on the ground formed a sharp contrast with what Hagrid said.

John was speechless. I'm afraid that in Hagrid's eyes, as long as it doesn't kill him, it's interesting.

The three little ones had the same expression. Hermione gave Hagrid some advice and wanted to defend Buckbeak.

The same was true for Harry. His mind was originally full of revenge, but after Hagrid's howl, his mind turned to how to help.

Ron and Hermione had thought Harry would blame Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, but Harry couldn't bear to do that.

In a way, Hagrid took care of Harry like a father, so how could he say that?

Hagrid felt that it was useless to defend himself, as he seemed to have seen the 'cute' Buckbeak's head split apart.

Sadness and fear lingered on the big man.

John tried to put the rock cake into his mouth, but it felt like he was eating tasteless stone, which made him frown.

"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"

Hearing John's words, Hagrid finally stopped crying and sobbed, "He has done so much for me. He has a lot on his hands, too. There are Dementors, Aurors, and Sirius..."

After that, Hagrid was sad again and howled, "My poor Buckbeak -"

"Well, maybe there's another way."

As soon as John finished speaking, everyone looked at him.

Just as he was about to smile confidently, he suddenly remembered something.

There was something wrong with my right hand, but it wasn't a big deal.

But the embarrassing thing is that Johnny Silverhand writes with his right hand.

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Chapter 141 Firebolts and Meteor Shoes

The vest cannot be used for the time being. John's handwriting on his left and right hands is different. This is to prevent people from associating Johnny Silverhand with John Wick.

John Wick has connections that can solve the problem, but Damo Alex will not go to the Ministry of Magic for a hippogriff, that's his pride.

Tang Mi is the security captain of the Silverhand Johnny store. He is capable enough, but if he wants the Ministry of Magic to save face, he has to have the person behind him.

"Forget it, there's still some time, no rush."

Buckbeak's judgment day was April 4, which was still a few months away.

John left Hagrid's hut because Hagrid was crying too loudly.

Outside in the snow pile, three little guys, one big and two small, were buried in the snow with only their buttocks left.

Yaya got up first, and pulled out the other two one by one, just like pulling out a carrot.

I wonder what game they are playing by burying their heads in the snow.

Shaking off the snow, John looked up at the sky and said, "It seems that Animagus cannot be completed within these two months."

As expected, John left a trail of footprints in the snow.

the next day.

The three little ones were actively looking for defense materials and they spent all their time in the library.

Just like in first grade, looking for Nicolas Flamel.

John didn't go out either.

I got two unicorn horns from Hagrid, which were still Hagrid's stock. He was in a bad mood and had no intention of going to the Forbidden Forest.

John also thought about going to the Forbidden Forest to find unicorns by himself, but unicorns are very sensitive. In many legends, unicorns can only be touched by pure virgins.

Any malicious intent will be detected by unicorns. They are holy and sensitive, and wands made of unicorn hair are the most unsuitable wands for black magic.

Grind the unicorn horn into powder and add it to the crucible, and the bubbling liquid turns from green to milky white.

John took a sip and swallowed it expressionlessly.

There is also a pair of shoes on the table, these are John's flying shoes.

He grew up very fast, so he had to make bigger flying shoes, but now they are too uncomfortable for his feet.

He also wanted to upgrade his flying shoes, so he simply threw away the original pair.

The upgraded flying shoes are named Meteor shoes. They are an improvement on the original ones, making them faster, higher and stronger.

When he put the shoes on, they were much bigger. John knocked his heels against each other and the shoes shrank and stuck to his skin.

It's like not wearing shoes, soft and tough.

Even ordinary crushing spells couldn't destroy it, and John was very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Added runes to the shoes, representing Ehwaz, the horse of transport.

This allows John to have a smooth journey no matter how rough the road is.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The scene inside the Room of Requirement changes rapidly, and a race track appears.

John jumped twice on the spot, getting ready.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground and his body turned into an arrow.

He was running very fast, and as the number of steps he took increased, the meteor patterns on the surface of his shoes gradually lit up. When all of them were lit up, he reached his limit and looked like he was flying on a flat surface.

If you put it outside, it's like a supercar.

After one lap, John took a breath.

"Test flight."

Little fluttering wings appeared on the side of the shoe, and John jumped lightly and flew up.

He adjusted his body direction and accelerated his flight. After completing a circle, he tidied up his messed up hair.

According to estimation, the speed of Meteor Shoes has surpassed most flying brooms on the market, and probably only the Firebolt can compare to it.

"I don't know how fast the Firebolt is."

After landing, the cute little wings on the shoes disappeared and John snapped his fingers again.

The track melted like ice and snow, revealing Gryffindor's secret room.

After he became the heir of Gryffindor, he also learned the magic to change the Room of Requirement.

Although there was no Sword of Gryffindor, the Room of Requirement was enough to satisfy John.

The greatest magic in Hogwarts must be the Room of Requirement.

It is the result of the hard work of the four giants.

...

Christmas.

Tom was almost drowned by the gifts and struggled to climb out.

The gifts piled up like a mountain. These were John Wick's. There would be even more for Johnny Silverhand.

The little wizard from Slytherin sent John a lot of gifts, as well as some from his uncle.

The parents also sent gifts, Watson Wick sent a chirping toy bird, and Mrs. Wick sent a finely crafted pocket watch.

After reading my dad's thousand-word essay, apart from the daily trivialities, it basically means one thing: asking John to make him a magic wand, even if it doesn't have a core.

John curled his lips. This old man only knows how to ask for things.

Then it was sent by my uncle.

Including Mrs. Wick, there were twelve children in total on my grandfather's side.

All I can say is that it doesn't make sense that he is so strong and energetic even when he is old.

Three girls and nine boys means John has nine uncles and two aunts.

Last time it was my eldest uncle who sent gifts, this time all nine uncles and two aunts sent gifts.

Fortunately, there were no dangerous items, at most some nesting dolls and the like, and some daggers and brass knuckles, which were quite normal compared to guns.

The most down-to-earth one is Uncle Andre, the one who took John hunting.

He sent a large box of meat, and luckily it was a cold day, so John didn't have to worry about it going bad.