I swung a sword at Hogwarts

All this fell into John's eyes, and he said expressionlessly: "This kid is secretly in love with me."

I don’t know whether Harry owed him money or cheated on him. For a person to be so persistent and do stupid things every day is also a kind of diligence.

Harry took back the Firebolt, completely uninterested in arguing with Malfoy.

Just watched coldly.

The next day.

Harry piloted the Firebolt and made a stunning victory over Ravenclaw.

He was surrounded by people who cheered loudly.

Cedric ran over to comfort Qiu Zhang.

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Chapter 148 Cold War and Weiwei

Maybe there are some things that are really magical, like a Gryffindor infiltrating a Slytherin group.

John didn't understand why the three little ones were quarreling again.

It was Ron and Hermione again, and Ron found a pool of blood on the bed.

He angrily accused Crookshanks of eating Scabbers, and had a loud argument with Hermione, which eventually caused Hermione to storm out.

Harry secretly believed that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, as Crookshanks' ginger fur was found in the room.

"So...you came here?"

John looked at the disappointment in Hermione's eyes on the right, and then looked at Daphne's scorching eyes on the left.

He was numb.

My intuition told me that maybe I should change my position.

Malfoy, who never liked Hermione, pretended not to see it and lowered his head to drink the pumpkin juice that seemed to be the most delicious.

The thick-skinned Goyle and Crabbe didn't say anything either, they just buried their heads in eating bread with grunts.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

Daphne's plate of bacon was riddled with holes from the fork, but Hermione was so lost in her sorrow that she didn't seem to notice anything wrong.

John felt a headache coming on and sighed, "I'll try to help you with this, don't be sad, Hermione."

"Click."

A clear voice came.

Malfoy buried his head even lower, and Goyle choked on his bread, but Crabbe didn't notice and continued eating.

Turning his head slowly, John looked at the plate that was broken into two pieces and thought it would be a shame not to use that much strength to swing the sword.

"I'm full." Daphne left expressionlessly.

John felt that she must be angry.

Sure enough, the prejudice between Slytherin and Gryffindor is like a mountain.

"Banban, I don't think he's dead."

Taking a sip of the water, John knew that the mouse would not die so easily.

But where it is is a problem. John can use the Marauder's Map to check when he goes back.

When Hermione heard his words, she raised her head hopefully, her eyes red.

"Some things are not as simple as they seem. You should know that there is something different about that mouse."

John's words were ambiguous, and only he knew what the difference was.

It was time for class, and John turned around to find that Hermione was gone, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

After finishing the food on his plate in a few bites, John saw Malfoy finally look up from his pumpkin juice.

He looked embarrassed, as if he had something to ask me.

After repeated hesitation, Malfoy asked, "John, I heard from Heinrich that you have a Firebolt?"

He said hurriedly, "It's not what I want. It's Flint. That fellow Potter has a Firebolt and said I might not be able to catch up."

Having said that, Malfoy was extremely puzzled when a big spender was suppressed by others with equipment.

John was surprised when he heard this: "So, you want me to give it to you?"

"No, lend it to me for a while."

Malfoy was not that greedy, he just wanted to borrow it for use in the final.

John smiled, stood up and said, "Go to the Star Club this afternoon. You know where it is. The thing is there."

Malfoy looked surprised, and he knew John was willing to help.

But John was not helping for free. He whispered, "Tell Flint to be more respectful to the Seeker riding the Firebolt in the future."

Anyway, I'm just keeping it for collection, so it doesn't matter if John lends it to Malfoy.

Flint must have known to be more respectful to others for the sake of Firebolt.

...

Hermione seemed to be busy all the time, and John was staring at the crystal ball.

The fog in the ball seemed to be being cleared away by a pair of hands, and he saw Hermione talking to him with an anxious look on her face.

Then he saw the unconscious Professor Snape, who seemed to have hit a wall.

The overwhelming presence of Dementors was even more terrifying than the one on the Quidditch field.

The prophecy came to an abrupt end.

He looked away. Professor Trelawney had come to him without him knowing. With a warm look on her face, she asked, "John, what do you see?"

The students around him held their breath with a look of fear on their faces, as if they were afraid that John would make another death prophecy.

John thought for a moment and said, "I saw someone unconscious, with blood running down his hair and cheeks."

“Ah! Stop it, stop it!”

Lavender, the girl whose rabbit died last time, was so scared that she screamed as if she would be the one to die.

The others were also caught in an atmosphere of fear. Harry and Ron looked at each other, as if asking whether they believed it or not.

"John probably wanted to scare them." Ron speculated in a clever way, "You know, he just happened to guess the right one."

Harry was about to nod when John, who was still looking at the crystal ball, said, "The black dog and the black-haired man."

He paused and turned his head stiffly.

John seemed not to notice his discomfort and continued, "It ends here."

"Very good, John."

Sybill Trelawney held John's hand and stopped being mysterious.

She said, "You are the most gifted person I have ever met. You will become a prophet."

John responded modestly, but was unable to dampen Trelawney's enthusiasm for adding points, so he added 50 points directly.

This made John feel as if he had cheated.

When the get out of class was over, John met Harry and asked hesitantly, "John, what do you mean by black dog?"

"Of course it means Black Dog."

John looked at a fool, and he said it casually when he saw a black dog appear in the crystal ball.

Harry suddenly thought of the black dog he had seen before, and he felt uncomfortable.

Ron came over and John looked at him and said, "Ron, you shouldn't have argued with Hermione."

"She told you, didn't she?" Ron said angrily. "Her cat ate my Scabbers and she won't admit it. She's always so self-righteous!"

He continued, "It was the same last time. She was the one who caused the Firebolt to be taken away!"

Hermione, who was on her way over, heard this and her eyes darkened and she left sadly.

John's face turned serious, and his earnest expression made Ron a little scared.

"Ron, you're going too far. The Firebolt's origin is unknown. Are you going to let Harry fall to his death?"

John lost his smile and said coldly, "Sometimes you should keep your mouth shut. You should know that Sirius Black is looking for Harry. Some things need to be thought about three times beforehand."

Ron was speechless. He stammered and looked at Harry, not knowing how to refute.

Harry saw that Ron seemed to be bullied, and he wanted to say something, but John raised his hand to stop him.

Without letting him go, John asked, "Is trust so difficult for you?"

Some people around stopped and the Slytherins cheered secretly when they saw John teaching the Gryffindor guy a lesson.

The lecturing tone in John's voice made Harry uncomfortable.

"Think about it, how long have you known Hermione? Can't she believe it? Would she be jealous of your Firebolt?" John was speechless at Gryffindor's mysterious confidence.

In his first year, he thought Snape was trying to harm him, in his second year, he thought Snape was trying to harm him, and now in his third year, he thought Hermione was meddling in his affairs.

Even if there is no danger, we will create it.

Malfoy was very excited when he saw this scene.

"See, I told you John is a Slytherin!"

He said this to Flint with a cheerful look on his face, and Flint had also said that John preferred Gryffindor.

This conversation was a little unpleasant, but as long as they calm down, Harry and the others will understand.

John goes to Hagrid's hut, and Hagrid tells him that someone wants to see him.

When they arrived, John saw Hagrid.

He was wearing an awkward suit, as if he was trying it on.

There were several other pieces of clothing on the table, but the clothes were enough to be used as blankets for others.

"You're here John. I told Weiwei you were looking for a unicorn horn and she's willing to provide it to you."

Hagrid took off his beige suit somewhat awkwardly. John took a look and remembered who Weiwei was.

To be honest, I had almost forgotten about the unicorn that I let go on purpose.

Unicorns shed their horns, and she once gave herself a unicorn horn.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll be right on my way."

He waved his hand and prepared to go. As he was about to leave, John pointed at Hagrid's beard and said, "Perhaps you could take care of your beard. That way you will look more capable."

Hagrid agreed and waved his hand.

Hagrid was no longer surprised to see John enter the Forbidden Forest.

After all, John is so awesome.

After walking in the forbidden forest for a while, a white unicorn came out.

John recognized it immediately as the one he had rescued.

Walking over, the unicorn rubbed John's palm.

John froze. To be honest, he didn't think he was that pure.

Weiwei walked in front and turned her head to signal John to follow.

John was not afraid of being harmed, and walked inside following the traces left by Weiwei.

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Chapter 149: The Unicorn Herd and the Second Intrusion