I swung a sword at Hogwarts

They ran to the girls' room and saw Hermione in the corner.

"It seems the troll didn't go in."

Just as the two breathed a sigh of relief, they heard Hermione's trembling, anxious voice, "John, John has led the troll away. Let's go and rescue him."

Even Ron wouldn't care about Hermione at this moment.

Gryffindor had no lack of courage to take risks for their friends, and they chased after the troll.

...

John calculated the distance and now it was far enough from the girls' room so as not to affect Hermione.

John rolled forward to avoid the whistling wooden stick, and turned around without hesitation to cast the spell.

“Wingardium Leviosa”

The rubble of the wall that was smashed by the troll's stick floated up and hit the troll under the guidance of the magic wand.

The giant monster was hit in the face and stepped back in pain.

John took advantage of the victory and snatched the sword from the medieval armor's hand, swung it in the air with a silver light, and slashed at the giant monster's arm holding the wooden stick with all his strength.

The blood spurted out, and under the moonlight, the silver sword dance looked as elegant as a waltz.

This blow did not cut off the troll's arm, but it also caused it to suffer from difficulty in holding the stick. The pain stimulated the troll and made it even more manic.

The giant monster's attack pattern is as simple as its head, and it is easier to see through when it goes berserk.

"Reducto"

John used the same trick again, dodging the sweeping stick and hitting the giant on the head with a powerful blow, causing it to fall down.

The sword in his hand swung down, cutting off the giant monster's fingers and making it unable to grab the wooden stick.

Before the stick hit the ground, John used a levitation spell to hold the stick in place and swung it with all his strength at the troll, knocking it flying.

"ended."

John breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the troll stop moving after it hit the unfortunate medieval armor.

Walking forward, he wanted to make sure that this thing was really dead.

As soon as they got close, Harry and the other two chased after them.

After seeing the mess, the three little ones opened their mouths wide enough to swallow a potato with its skin on.

"John are you okay?"

Harry yelled.

John looked back and saw that the troll, whom he thought was dead, opened his eyes at this moment.

The relatively intact left hand swung towards John, causing the three little ones to scream.

John instinctively swung his sword to collide with the hand.

Ding.

The sword flew out and stabbed into the ceiling, and John's right hand went numb and he had no weapon.

But don't forget, he's a wizard.

Before the troll got up, the wand in his left hand pierced into the troll's eyes like a poisonous snake.

Holding the wand, John's face was full of coldness.

Sentenced the troll to death.

"Reducto"

Even a giant monster wouldn't be able to withstand a bullet that shattered it into pieces and exploded inside its brain.

That funny head burst like a cooked bean.

This extremely appetizing scene made the three little ones feel a little disgusted.

In fact, they had already vomited it out.

...

Chapter 16: The Forbidden Forest and the Unicorn

A moment later, Professor McGonagall arrived.

"How dare you--!"

"What on earth are you guys playing?!"

Harry swore that he had never seen Professor McGonagall so angry.

Her lips turned pale, and even the usually serious Professor McGonagall had an expression of surprise and relief on her face, but more of it was anger.

She fixed her eyes on the three little ones who didn't dare to look up, and said in a cold and angry voice, "Why don't you just stay in the dormitory!"

The three little ones felt very aggrieved, especially Ron. He still thought he was a hero and should at least be able to bring 50 points to Gryffindor.

However, Professor McGonagall's expression told him that he was lucky not to be deducted points today.

Hermione stood up for her friend without hesitation, "Please don't do this, Professor McGonagall, they are looking for me."

Looking into Professor McGonagall's eyes, Hermione lied to her teacher for the first time.

"I came looking for the troll because I... I thought I could handle it on my own, you know, because I'd read about them and knew a lot about them."

"If they hadn't found me, I would have been dead by now. They didn't have time to look for anyone, and the troll was about to swallow me up before they arrived. John led the troll away, and Harry and Ron saved me."

Harry and Ron were surprised when Hermione stepped forward, and they felt warm in their hearts at the same time.

No one doesn't like a friend who can take on everything on his own. Even Ron, who had a grudge against Hermione, has now let go of his prejudice.

Professor McGonagall was pleased to see Hermione taking on everything for her friend, because friendship is the noblest quality of Gryffindor.

But it was obvious that Miss Know-It-All had forgotten one thing. Even though she tried her best to make up lies and take all the blame, Professor McGonagall was not a fool.

"You mean... John Wick killed the troll?"

Taking a look at the messy scene, in addition to the troll's fallen finger, there was also blood splattered all over the wall and a sword stuck in the ceiling.

Even Professor McGonagall was stunned by this scene.

She didn't think the little wizards could do this, at least not the three little Gryffindors.

Turning her attention to John, who was pretending to be dead, Professor McGonagall pursed her pale lips seriously and said, "Mr. Wick, do you have anything to say?"

"Ahem, Professor McGonagall, there is actually a reason for all of this... Well, it was me who did it."

John tried to explain, but Professor McGonagall's death scrutiny made him think it would be better for him to be honest.

"Oh my god, I can't believe a little wizard like you killed a troll."

Professor McGonagall was a little bit incredulous when she saw him admit it.

Even an adult wizard would find it difficult to defeat a troll without special methods.

It was unbelievable that John killed a giant monster in his first year.

"Well, Miss Granger, Gryffindor will be deducted 5 points for this incident. I am disappointed in you. If you are not injured, you'd better hurry back to Gryffindor Tower. The students are enjoying Halloween dinner in their own houses."

Hermione dropped her head in disappointment and walked away.

Harry and Ron, who were left behind, were very nervous, but Professor McGonagall did not blame them. On the contrary, they fought the troll for their friends and were rewarded with 5 points each.

This made the two men feel guilty because they both knew that it was John who dealt with the troll alone.

At most they took Hermione in the back.

The two were also driven back.

John was left alone.

Professor McGonagall was the head of Gryffindor, and she thought they should wait for Snape to come and deal with it.

Soon, Professor Snape and Quirrell, who arrived later, were also stunned when they found out.

Especially Quirrell, he was the one who released the giant monster and also captured it himself.

He knew more about how powerful the troll was. It would be a nightmare for a first-year wizard to encounter one.

But now the troll died directly, and died miserably.

This made him focus more on John.

This student performed well in class, but he didn't expect to be able to deal with the troll.

Voldemort in Quirrell's mind also had an idea. Such an outstanding little wizard might be able to become a qualified Death Eater.

"Mr. Wick, it seems that you always think you are good enough."

Professor Snape still spoke in that hermaphroditic tone, and he began to re-evaluate John.

Snape always spared no effort in giving extra points to Slytherin.

John got 20 points, which was much more generous than Professor McGonagall's.

"Because of your recklessness, Mr. Wick, you will be spending some time in the Forbidden Forest this school year."

John was thinking that Snape rarely behaved like a human being, and his face turned dark when he heard this.

John would have gladly accepted this punishment, had he not learned that Quirrell often visited the Forbidden Forest.

After all, a night stroll doesn't matter where you go, but now that a dark lord might go to the Forbidden Forest for a stroll at any time, he really can't be happy.

Unfortunately, he had no choice even though he was reluctant. Professor McGonagall still needed to tell Dumbledore about this matter, so John was sent back.

"We just left the trophy room and now we have to go to the forbidden forest. What is going on?"

After complaining, John didn't seem to regret it.

The mere increase in any points made him feel that he had made no loss.

He did not use it immediately, but prepared to use it after reaching the bottleneck.

"Should we learn Fiendfyre or learn Occlumency first?"

Thinking of the bug spell like Legilimency, John decided to learn the brain-blocking technique first.

He didn't want to have his mind read by an old bat or a guy without a nose all day long.

...

11 month 1 day.

The news that a troll was killed by a first-year wizard spread like wildfire.

John became more prominent in Slytherin. Even Malfoy couldn't help but come over and ask curiously, "Did you really kill a giant monster?"

John ate the bread gracefully with water. He didn't want to see milk and tomato juice during this period, and I believe Harry and the others thought the same.

Glancing at Malfoy, who rarely took the initiative to talk, John said calmly: "Do you really want to know? I can describe it to you in detail."

Malfoy thought of Filch cleaning the walls in the corridor on the first floor while complaining, and suddenly he felt that the milk in front of him had turned into something else.

"No need—ugh."

Obviously Malfoy's young mind could not accept this huge shock.

After this incident, John became even more respected in Slytherin.

Even the senior Slytherins didn't dare to act arrogantly in front of John.

John changed his seat in disgust, and just as he sat down, the three little ones came over.

"John, there's a Quidditch match tomorrow, do you want to come and watch?"

The three little ones reconciled, and John also gained the friendship of Harry and Ron.

Especially Harry, he remembered where he had heard John's name. Dudley, who had always bullied him, was most afraid of John Wick.

"Quidditch? I think I'll go, but before that I have to make my stance clear. I have to cheer for Slytherin."

John naturally had no reason not to go. Harry and Ron smiled awkwardly. They almost forgot that this was a Slytherin. It seemed that there was no hope of getting John to cheer for Gryffindor.

Hermione was more concerned about John's punishment and said worriedly, "There are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest. I can't believe the school would let the first years patrol the Forbidden Forest."