I swung a sword at Hogwarts

He didn't know whether Snape would tell Dumbledore about it. Sirius was imprisoned in the Forbidden Forest, and John would go to see him every now and then.

Sirius behaved relatively well while being imprisoned. Compared to Azkaban, anywhere is like heaven.

Hagrid still insisted, and Hermione collected information for him to help Buckbeak.

I just don't know where she gets so much time. With Hermione's mindset, shouldn't she be immersing herself in studying at this time?

I went to the library, which was already full of students reviewing.

There were only a few seats occupied, and John glanced at the restricted books area but didn't go over.

He came to return some banned books that had been borrowed for too long and he had already read all the contents.

Putting the pile of books down, John clearly saw Madam Pince's eyebrows knitted together.

It seemed that he didn't expect that John would borrow so many banned books.

After returning the book, John focused on preparing for exam week.

...

A week passed.

6 month 3 day.

The first lesson was about transfiguration, with questions like turning a teapot into a turtle.

John had to take the Arithmancy test after taking the Transfiguration test, so he was specially arranged to take the first test.

Walking into the examination room, Professor McGonagall was supervising.

John took out his wand and waved it skillfully. The orange teapot turned into a slow-moving turtle before his eyes.

"Very good, Mr. Wick," Professor McGonagall praised.

John nodded and headed to the next exam room.

The professor of arithmetic divination was Setima Victor, and to be honest, this was the first time John had met her in person.

Professor Victor was also curious about this student who had skipped classes for a whole year and gave him a piece of parchment and a quill pen for the exam.

Passed the Arithmancy test.

At lunch time, John just asked for some bread and water.

Daphne replaced it with mango pasta, so John had to finish the yellow dish.

"The Transfiguration this morning was so difficult."

Malfoy looked hopeless; Transfiguration was not his forte.

John looked at Daphne when he heard that. Daphne had excellent grades and was also good at Transfiguration, so she had no trouble.

There is a Charms exam in the afternoon.

Professor Flitwick looked expectant, as if he was waiting for John to improve the Happy Spell.

John's partner was Gore, and then Gore laughed and John almost cried.

"Mr. Wick, that's an excellent Happy Spell. Goyle, you still need to practice, at least until you don't turn the Happy Spell into a Sad Spell."

Although Gao Er failed the exam, he smiled brightly when he came out. If you didn’t know him, you would think he did very well.

After John's exam in Charms, he had to go to Ancient Runes, which was the easiest course for John.

Professor Bathsheda Baburin opened her mouth in surprise, and her expression seemed to be doubting the difficulty of the question she had set.

For John, who has a level 5 rune, he can become a professor and teach students.

As the last paragraph was translated.

John finished the first day of examination.

There's no need to be nervous, just perform to your normal level.

Daphne came over during dinner and talked about how difficult the questions were.

But his expression almost showed that he was either second or third.

Malfoy looked desperate because he still had to go to training after the exam.

As punishment for hiding the loss of his wand, he was required to train three times as much as usual until the end of the term.

The next day, John had no idea what Hagrid was thinking.

After learning about so many magical animals, you finally get to take care of a Flobberworm, with the goal of keeping it alive after an hour.

John stared at Hagrid's face and thought, don't go too far in letting him win.

If a Flobberworm is left alone, it will not die even for an hour.

This can be said to be the only thing in a week of intense exams that does not require any brain or hands.

He even saw Hagrid and the three kits chatting while checking on the survival of the Flobberworms.

There was a Potions exam in the afternoon, and wailing sounds were heard one after another.

Malfoy was in good shape again at this time. He stared at the wailing Gryffindor with great pride, as they were playing at home.

The content is a drug of intoxication.

Aphrodisiac is a potion that causes confusion.

The biggest difficulty was how to make the potion thicker, but for John it was not difficult at all, on the contrary it was very simple.

The first one to complete was handed to Snape for inspection. Snape's expression showed no emotion, and he gave John a full score with an expressionless face.

Turning to look at Harry who was still scratching his head, John wondered whether he should give him a hint?

Well, forget it.

He is the savior, and giving a hint would be embarrassing.

Thinking of this, John left the classroom refreshed.

In the evening, astronomy class is held on the top of the tallest tower.

This place is not far from the divination classroom.

The third day of the exam.

The history of magic was still boring, and John even doubted whether Professor Binns could hypnotize.

Why would a person who has the blessing of an insomniac want to sleep so much after seeing that old and frail face?

The content of the exam was as boring as the class. All I had to do was write about witch hunts in the Middle Ages.

The stuffy classroom makes one want to have a bite of nut ice cream. Students bury their heads in parchment and rub their pen tips against each other, making a rustling sound.

When the paper was handed in, Professor Binns still looked old and lifeless, even though he was dead.

The sultry heat continued until the afternoon's Herbology exam. The greenhouse was baked by the scorching sun and a Slytherin student almost fainted.

After it was over, a group of people fled for their lives and left the greenhouse to cool off.

Thursday, last day of exams.

Lupin is still the students' favorite professor, and his exams are the most interesting ones.

Outdoor obstacle race.

John crossed a deep pond with grindylows, and the grindylows in the pond were frightened by his intimidation and stayed away from him.

The pit was full of red hats, and not a single red hat dared to show up.

The Hinckley Punk in the swamp had long since curled up into a ball, as if he wanted John not to see him.

In the end, there was an old box with a Boggart inside. It turned into a chocolate rice roll and was kicked into the box.

Get out of China with your chocolate rice rolls.

The last two exams were Divination and Muggle Studies. John barely needed to do any prophecy and got full marks.

It's a rare opportunity to be given a backdoor, and that feeling is inexplicably refreshing.

Before leaving, Professor Trelawney told John in a mysterious voice that the prophecy was coming true.

John was stunned, remembering the prediction he made at the beginning of the school year.

After answering what the rubber duck is used for, Muggle Studies came to an end.

As John walked out of the examination room, an owl landed on his arm. It was a letter from Hagrid.

Buckbeak lost his appeal.

"It seems that Scrimgeour is determined to do this."

John stared at the note. Buckbeak's injury was not a big deal, but he could not change it even though he asked the Slytherin classmate to withdraw the lawsuit.

It is estimated that Rufus Scrimgeour did this on purpose. Last time he asked him to help rescue Hagrid, this time he wanted to use Buckbeak to test Johnny Silverhand so as to decide the next path.

"Haha, that's a good calculation. I guess he thinks Johnny Silverhand won't turn hostile because of a hippogriff."

John sneered.

To describe it in one sentence, it doesn't hurt, but it's disgusting.

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Chapter 163 Execution and Tick-Tick

Rufus Scrimgeour became anxious and sent more Dementors to Hogwarts.

He made great promises when he took office, but now almost a semester has passed and there is still no sign of Sirius.

Even more than a dozen Dementors disappeared because of Sirius Black.

The Ministry of Magic has lost all its face. The only way for him to remove the word "temporary" and save the Ministry's face is to capture Sirius.

John met Rufus Scrimgeour with a black face in the castle, and it seemed that he was in a bad mood.

Scrimgeour arrived in person, accompanied by witnesses and the executioner from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals.

A magical creature, please ask the Minister of Magic to come over.

If it were Fudge, it would be understandable.

But Scrimgeour was an Auror and a tough guy himself.

Such a small matter should not be his turn, he came here with an ulterior motive.

"You think Johnny Silverhand is unreliable and you want to find a new backer?"

Squinting his eyes, John watched Scrimgeour go to the principal's office. It seemed that he had something to discuss.

It's a pity. If I had become the Minister of Magic, maybe I would have had a say.

Scrimgeour is only the temporary minister now, and his personality does not please Dumbledore.

"Execution at sunset? Buckbeak becomes the victim of the game."

Thinking of the letter Hagrid wrote to him, John felt sorry for Hagrid.

"Wait and go down to comfort her."

John sighed and headed to the Star Society's secret room.

The holiday will be coming soon, and some things in the secret room need to be dealt with.

Arriving on the fourth floor, John took a look at the magic he left behind. In addition to the members of the Star Society, there were other people entering.

However, the other party could not see the mystery on the wooden door, so John ignored it for the time being.

After opening the door and entering, the Firebolt had been maintained and put back to its original place.

It goes without saying that it was Malfoy who did it, and John opened the secret passage in the armory.

Entering the armory, John raised his hand to summon the Silver Wick Sword.

There was an extra crack on the super magic crystal, and John finished the last bit after glancing at the new shoes on the table.

Putting his shoes back on, he looked at the spell ring again.

The ring on his right hand was as black as ink, and the gem had turned completely black, like the abyss.