I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John shook his head and headed for the Forbidden Forest.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, John saw Professor Snape.

He was like a giant bat, walking with great vigor and his robe was blown up.

Walking quickly to John, he said calmly, "I hope I can find it before dark."

John thought that this thing was not something he could control, and when he saw that face, he swallowed his words.

Nodding, the two walked into the forbidden forest in tacit understanding without saying a word.

Shortly after they entered the Forbidden Forest, Harry and Ron were invited to Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid was in the hut, clumsily trying to imitate John and act as a peacemaker.

Hermione had been helping him sort out Buckbeak's affairs these days, and he had also realized that the three of them were having a conflict.

However, Hagrid still underestimated Ron's stubbornness. He was very angry and insisted that Hermione had to send Crookshanks away before there would be room for maneuver.

As a fellow pet lover, Hagrid could empathize with Hermione. He knew that some things were natural and ingrained in animals.

...

This was not the first time I came to the Forbidden Forest, but this was the first time I came with the dean.

The two people were like unfamiliar strangers and didn't say a word along the way.

But John could feel Snape's vague gaze on him.

John squatted down and looked at the pool of blood. He knew that Sirius Black had been here.

"He's injured," Snape moved his eyes away from the blood and looked at John vaguely, "Did you hurt him?"

A young wizard who had not yet graduated actually injured a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban.

As an old rival, Snape knew clearly the strength of Sirius. Although he was annoying, he was a rare genius just like James Potter.

After graduation, he had Auror-level strength and was recruited into the Order of the Phoenix.

Having spent more than a decade in Azkaban, he was somewhat weakened, but definitely still Auror level.

For a moment, Snape's mind was full of thoughts. He wanted to see what was going on in John's mind.

If I were to become the third Dark Lord, then I...

The dangerous feeling passed through his mind, and John suddenly turned his head and met those eyes.

The two were startled at the same time. John returned to normal and said calmly, "He held back and did not use the Unforgivable Curse or any harmful spell."

Snape nodded calmly.

It was as if the surging emotions in my heart just now had never existed.

John got up and continued searching, following the blood trail, and disappeared after reaching a tree hole.

"He ran away."

John picked up a piece of dried chicken breast that fell into a tree hole. He must have run all night and eaten some dog food.

But John was sure that he did not run out of the Forbidden Forest, so that would be easy.

In the following time, John and Snape tacitly agreed to search the Forbidden Forest.

There were a few times when we found doghouses with signs of life, but the people had already run away.

With this kind of detection ability, it’s no wonder that the Aurors couldn’t catch him.

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Chapter 154 Silver Wick Sword Upgrade and Strawberry Dumplings

Today was the day to go to Hogsmeade, so Snape put his search aside for the time being.

John saw him walking hurriedly in the school and knew that he was going to catch someone.

Folding the Marauder's Map casually, John headed for the Star Society's secret room.

Speaking of which, I haven't been in there this week. The Firebolt that was originally stored in the Star Club was borrowed by Malfoy.

He said he wanted to keep it as a secret weapon, so he didn't publicize it.

However, there were several times when John saw Malfoy returning to the dormitory with injuries, probably from falling.

Standing in front of the round table of the Star Society, thirty-six purple stars in the dome flickered, projecting a star map onto the table.

With a snap of his fingers, the table split in the middle, revealing a hidden entrance.

This is an armory, and a pair of half-made shoes are placed there.

John didn't have time to continue the production for the time being. Props such as the Spell Ring were placed on the counter, and the Silver Wick Sword was hung in the middle of the wall.

He raised his hand, and the Silver Wick Sword trembled a few times and flew into John's hand.

John picked up a bottle of prepared soul potion and drank it. He was going to do a bold experiment.

He called it, spirit possession.

Wait for the soul potion to take effect.

He took out the stripped pure soul from the cabinet, John raised his right hand, and the silver ring quickly attached to the entire arm like water.

The silver hand shining with silver light moved, and the injury on the right hand was temporarily suppressed.

Opening the bottle containing the soul and placing it on the table, John opened and closed his mouth, and ancient and obscure characters sounded.

The soul was moved by the syllables, it was unravelled and entangled around the Sword of Silver Wick bit by bit.

In an instant, light burst out in the secret room.

The magic power was rapidly consumed at this moment, and John stared at the Silver Wick Sword motionlessly.

The next second, the soul was completely stuffed into the sword.

The sword made of mithril trembled violently, and John felt that his soul was being torn apart.

"The soul is back."

After reciting the spell, John forcibly suppressed the soul that was about to be separated, and the soul in the Sword of Silver Wick became restless.

There seemed to be a powerful pressure descending from somewhere in the dark.

John gritted his teeth and persisted, but the soul within the Silver Wick Sword was extremely uncooperative.

Even if John wanted to tear the soul into strips and drink it, he had never encountered such a situation.

"Resistance to touching the forbidden?"

There was a gleam of light in John's eyes, and the Silver Wick sword in his hand flew out and floated in the air.

I didn't use any magic to capture objects. This was the Silver Wick Sword acting on its own.

He drew out his magic wand with his free left hand, and the thirty-six magic crystals in the dome above burst into light and shot down below.

The pulled laser light turned into a huge pressure and hit the magic wand directly.

The arm was suppressed by this force and dropped a little bit. After it was completely absorbed by the magic wand, the magic wand turned into a fluorescent stick that shone with purple light.

The wand was filled to the point of overflowing, and even his left hand was eroded by the power, with thunder-like lines appearing on his arm.

He moved his wand, and projections of his magic appeared around him. John forced his wand to straighten and aim it at the Sword of Silver Wick.

A dazzling white laser shot out from the tip of the magic wand, landed on the sword, and continuously carved patterns on it.

The enormous force used the body as a connector and was forcibly infused into the Sword of Silver Wick.

This process lasted for more than ten minutes, and the Silver Wick Sword almost got out of control several times, but the Limited Gloves controlled it.

As the wand released all its energy, a puff of black smoke rose from it.

John's left sleeve was also destroyed, with only half of it hanging there, but he didn't care.

His eyes were fixed on the Sword of Silver Wick, and silver light accompanied by flames and arcs of electricity filled the sword.

The mysterious and ancient patterns on the sword are both messy and have a unique beauty.

The most important thing is that the magic crystal at the hilt of the sword cracked, but it still held up and did not break.

Successful and unsuccessful.

John stepped forward and tentatively grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

A huge force burst out from inside, and the six magic crystals on the limited gloves took effect.

No matter how the sword resisted, it was unable to break free.

Finally, Silver Wick Sword gave in.

Yes, compromised.

John could feel the meaning conveyed by the blade, and it was very confusing, like a babbling child who was robbed of candy and couldn't get it back.

He swung the sword at a human-shaped target in the secret room. Although he didn't get closer, the human-shaped target moved apart.

The cut was clean and sharp with a charred finish.

"Yes, but I don't know how long this super magic crystal can last."

Putting the Silver Wick Sword back to its original position, John raised his hand.

This time no magic was used, the Silver Wick Sword automatically flew into his hand.

After being infused with soul, the Sword of Silver Wick was forcibly given consciousness, which resisted at first but eventually became obedient.

No, it's the soul.

A super magic crystal infused with the power of thirty-six magic crystals, uses its powerful magic to shape the soul into a shape as a conscious body.

In a sense, John's behavior has touched upon the unforgivable realm.

But if no one knows, it’s the same as if nothing exists.

Magic is essentially idealism, and John is content with that idealism.

Back in the upper level of the secret room, the thirty-six magic crystals on the dome had dimmed a lot.

John didn't need to replenish it. The Star Society's secret room was a large alchemical furnace. As long as a little magic power was used as a medium, it would continuously inject new magic power into the magic crystal.

If the magic crystal is full, the extra magic will be used to create magic crystals.

As the foundation of the Star Society, when John built the secret room, he was benchmarking it against the Room of Requirement.

Holding the Galleons in his hand, as the Galleons continued to decrease, the destroyed things were recovering quickly.

John looked at his left hand. The hideous lines on it looked like a tattoo. In the flashback, he also saw a thunderbird.

I think it was because of the huge magical impact that the damage was transferred to the left hand, leaving a mark.

After dealing with the damage caused by the magical impact, John walked out of the secret room.

As soon as he went out, he saw Harry, who was sweating profusely, being caught by Professor Snape at the statue of the one-eyed hunchbacked witch.

Although he tried desperately to explain that he had not been to Hogsmeade, it was useless and Snape took him to his office.

After watching for a while, John stopped watching and left.

I met Hermione, who looked anxious. Her hair was sticking to her forehead because she was so anxious.

"John."

Hermione paused when she saw John.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked, "John, I have something to ask you."

John saw that she seemed very anxious, so he stopped and asked, "What is it?"

Hermione's clear white eyes swept over the corridor troll security guard, bit her lip, and said, "Let's go to a place where there is no one."

Scratching his head, John nodded in agreement.

At the corner, Daphne stopped when she saw John and was about to say hello.

There was a complicated expression on her face, her original joy disappeared, and the pineapple pizza that she had worked so hard to make fell to the ground.

Hermione led the way, with John following behind.