I swung a sword at Hogwarts

A door frame appeared before her eyes, and she screamed and pulled hard, and the Firebolt shot upward.

Seeing that she couldn't control herself, John rushed a distance with the gust of wind and then jumped up.

Wings sprouted from the sides of the shoes.

Hermione flew in front and John chased after her.

At the same time, John calculated the speed and found that it could accelerate to 10 miles in 150 seconds, making it the fastest broom in the world.

The wings on the side of the shoes became larger and waved rapidly, and John also increased his speed, chasing after the rocket crossbow.

The distance gradually shortened, and John saw a ball frame appear in front of Hermione. Without any hesitation, he used the Crushing Spell to smash the ball frame.

The ball frame shattered into pieces a second ago, but the pieces didn't fall down at all, and they directly covered Hermione's face.

Luckily only debris was left, otherwise if Hermione had crashed into it at that speed she would have been cremated.

"accelerate."

Accelerating again, the patterns on John's shoes lit up and his speed soared, leaving a trail of airplane clouds behind him as he surpassed Hermione.

He reached out and grabbed the back of Hermione's collar and yelled, "Let go!"

Hermione hugged the Firebolt like a sloth, and John was very upset.

I had to use more force and shouted, "Hermione, let go!"

Hermione finally heard it, and when she saw John, she didn't care why John was around.

Trust made her let go without hesitation, the Firebolt flew out from under her body, and Hermione was held by John by the collar, like a kitten.

After losing control, the Firebolt flew a short distance and began to fall. John raised his right hand.

The magic power passed through his right hand, causing it to tremble even more violently and he let out a muffled groan.

The photography magic is activated.

The falling Firebolt was caught and finally landed gently on the ground.

John also carried Hermione down. The wings of the Meteor Shoes seemed tired and flapped intermittently.

After landing, Hermione's weak feet touched the ground without falling, and she said guiltily; "I'm sorry, John, I thought..."

"I'm glad you're okay." John also wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He would never dare to let Hermione use the Firebolt again. It was like a vehicle killer.

But at least a result was measured. In the acceleration mode of Meteor Shoes, it can be on par with the Firebolt.

There is also a super acceleration mode, but John didn't dare use it because that mode consumes too much energy, consuming one-fifth of the magic crystal at a time.

The magic crystal John installed in his shooting star shoes is only enough for five times.

After this incident, Hermione's originally depressed mood improved a lot.

Then she realized what was going on and let out a loud scream. John scratched his ears, wondering what she was so scared of.

"Firebolt!"

Hermione ran towards where the Firebolt fell. Harry and Ron were already angry just because she asked Professor McGonagall to take the Firebolt away for inspection.

She couldn't imagine how angry John would be if his Firebolt broke.

He ran to the Firebolt with a worried look on his face. The Firebolt that had fascinated Harry was lying there quietly.

There is not even a scratch on it, it looks like new, although it is indeed new.

After calming down, Hermione also realized that something was wrong. How come John was flying next to her, and there was also the Firebolt, but why was nothing done to her?

She looked at John, who was holding Crookshanks by his hind legs and preventing him from moving.

Seeing this scene, Hermione put aside all her questions.

I thought John had always been very mysterious and I shouldn't interfere too much.

Thinking of the fact that Ron didn't like Crookshanks and that she had to deal with Buckbeak's case recently, she asked, "John, can you help take care of Crookshanks?"

Looking after Crookshanks?

Of course.

John grabbed Crookshanks and lifted him up, just as he had lifted Hermione.

He tickled Crookshanks' belly and smiled, "Of course."

Hermione was delighted when she heard this. Thinking that Crookshanks was unwilling to leave the Gryffindor common room, she said, "Then I'll write you the Gryffindor password."

John laughed out loud, but he was petting the cat for nothing.

Hermione wrote the password to John.

So-called care just means picking the child up and sending him back every day.

Sleeping in the Gryffindor common room.

After returning, Hermione saw that Ron was still angry.

Harry's anger had almost subsided. Seeing Hermione coming back, he followed her and asked, "Hermione, what happened to your hair?"

After flying around in Quidditch, Hermione's already fluffy hair fell back, making her look like an afro.

She reacted and rushed back to the dormitory, looking at herself in the mirror.

She immediately thought of John trying to hold back his laughter, his teeth clenched tightly, like an angry lion.

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Chapter 143 Fearful Dementors and the Limited Gauntlet

Since the Dementors were taken over by the Aurors, they have lived in fear every day.

The Auror in charge, Oz Heard, could not help but feel veins bulging on his forehead when he heard the ghostly howling.

"What are these ghosts yelling?"

At the same time, Lippi Corbell had the same expression. They wished they could drive all the Dementors back to that damn place, Azkaban.

Oz took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

She is an old Auror, and as an experienced senior, she is qualified to lead a team of strikers.

Smokey said, "These Dementors haven't eaten for too long. Sirius Black is nearby, and we can't send them back to Azkaban."

Lippi's face twitched when he heard Sirius.

The Ministry of Magic's wanted warrant for Sirius means he is extremely dangerous, and even the Aurors may not be his match.

Such a dangerous person had been hiding in Hogwarts for more than half a year. Even Lippi wanted to call Fudge a waste after he stepped down.

At the same time, his mind moved slightly, and he looked at Oz and asked, "Don't you have any ideas?"

"Ideas?" Oz glanced at his eyelids.

Lippi chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Oz, then picked up one and lit it himself.

Both of them were heavy smokers. Lippi exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and said meaningfully, "The Ministry of Magic is in the process of power transfer right now. Why don't you take the opportunity to move up?"

Others may not know, but Lippi, as Oz's old partner, knows it very well.

Oz is capable, she has been an Auror for ten years. In terms of seniority and strength, she is at the forefront of the Aurors.

However, because Oz had made a mistake, she once let a werewolf go, and this incident became a stain on her.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic had previously deliberately suppressed the Auror Office, so she was stuck in the Auror position for several years and didn't even get the title of Elite Auror.

I can only go outside with a striker and search for contraband everywhere.

Lippi said regretfully: "If Tang Mi was still here, you would definitely be with him..."

When he saw Oz's dimming eyes, he changed the subject, "We can't expect too much from the Director of the Auror Office. We hope that we don't have to continue searching for contraband."

Lippi is a very shrewd man. He knows that people like him and Oz, who have no background, have basically no chance of getting the vacant director position.

He just wanted to be less marginalized, at least to get himself into the Auror office.

Oz blew out a puff of smoke from his sexy red lips, threw away the cigarette that had burned his butt, stomped on it twice with his shoes, and said calmly: "You know, we don't have the qualifications. Those places are all pure blood."

She is of half-blood, and Lippi comes from a Muggle family. Although they became Aurors after Voldemort's fall, the pure-blood concept still influenced them.

They don't have the chance to be office Aurors, only those with pure blood or background are qualified.

Lippi chuckled, with a strange look in his eyes, and said, "That's not necessarily true. Isn't Tang Mi working under that person? It's rumored that the man told Fudge to get out..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Oz's murderous gaze, and he raised his hands and said quickly, "Okay, let's not talk about him."

Two people were chatting outside.

And the Dementors are miserable.

...

The Dementors huddled together and retreated like the tide.

A man walked among a group of Dementors as if he were selecting livestock.

Suddenly, a Dementor that was not retreating as quickly was locked in sight.

The black thread wrapped around it, and the Dementor screamed as it was pulled away by the tentacle-like thread.

The other Dementors were hushed in fear, trying frantically to escape.

The Auror didn't notice it either. After all, no one would have thought that someone would actively look for Dementors.

"Why are you running? I'm not going to kill all of you."

John had just taken away a Dementor and couldn't help but roll his eyes at the others when he saw them looking so scared.

Still guarding Azkaban like this?

He clicked his tongue twice and said he would come back tomorrow, which scared the remaining Dementors so much that their rotten cloaks almost flew away.

With the Dementors, John returned to the Slytherin Chamber.

The Soul-Eating Curse stripped the Dementors clean, the black silk was put back into the ring, and a soul emitting a holy silver-white light appeared in John's hand.

Tear the soul into strips and throw them into the crucible to mix with the potion.

Add a unicorn horn and you have a soul-strengthening potion.

After taking a gulp, John's body trembled.

A long half hour passed before him, with the man he had seen several times before him.

He lowered his head and held on to the table, sweating profusely.

"The soul has recovered a little."

After closing his eyes and feeling for a while, the soul in his right hand recovered a little. At the same time, he felt that every time he was tortured, his soul seemed to be tempered.

He opened his right hand, and the dark, evil black silk changed in his hand.

John's eyes were deep. He had only used this power on Dementors. What about other lives?

The terrible thought came to John's mind and he was shocked.

Pushing the thought out of his mind, John looked at the ring which was becoming darker. He knew that it was beginning to affect him.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Knowing the terrifying power, John repeatedly warned himself not to cross the bottom line.

When he opened his eyes again, his vision became clear again.

Heat waves were emanating from another room in the secret chamber, and one could sense the alarming temperature just by approaching the door.

A large piece of mithril gradually melted in the furnace, but the speed was a bit slow.

"At this rate, it will probably take some time for it to melt."

John walked over to the other side and started fiddling with a mold.

This mold is different from the previous one. It is not a sword, but something that looks like a hand.

Using a knife to refine every line in the mold, John wanted to make something worthy of the name Johnny Silverhand.

Since you are Lord Silver Hand, how can you not have a silver hand?