I swung a sword at Hogwarts

She was very angry when she said this. John had saved her, but he still had to be punished.

Harry also found Snape even more annoying, especially when he accidentally discovered that Snape went to the fourth floor and was bitten when he went to retrieve "Quidditch Through the Ages", he disliked him even more.

Slytherin and Gryffindor are not in the same classroom today.

After class, when John was about to leave, Malfoy couldn't help but ask, "Wick, will you go to cheer for Slytherin in the Quidditch match tomorrow?"

In Malfoy's opinion, John was simply a Gryffindor, and might even cheer for Gryffindor in the past.

John smiled when he heard this, looked at Malfoy and said, "Of course, for eternal glory."

Malfoy was stunned and muttered something.

"For eternal glory..."

This sentence changed his opinion of John. Perhaps this man could be considered a Slytherin.

Slytherins always seek glory.

...

At night, John followed Hagrid with a night light.

I have to say that Hagrid's huge body can give people a sense of security.

Especially the crossbow arrow flashing with cold light, John dared to say that it would be very uncomfortable to be hit by it.

Soon after the two entered the forbidden forest, they heard wailing sounds.

Hagrid's face changed. "That's the sound of a unicorn."

Chapter 17 Quidditch Matches and Intrigues

unicorn?

John had an image of a white horse with spiral horns growing out of its head.

Unicorns are synonymous with purity and are also a protected species.

When Hagrid heard the wailing, he ran in that direction. This big guy was not a slow runner.

John's well-trained physical fitness seemed fragile under his innate advantages.

Hagrid, who was used to running in the mountains and forests, ran past without getting red in the face or out of breath. John had to run at full speed to barely catch up with him.

At a water source in the forest, they discovered a unicorn.

The beautiful unicorn was wailing. There was a horrible scar on its body, and silvery-white blood like mercury was constantly flowing out of it.

"Approach with caution."

Hagrid spoke out alertly, holding the crossbow tightly in his hand. If there was any situation, he would not hesitate to shoot the opponent away with a crossbow.

The two of them carefully came to the unicorn, and after seeing the miserable condition of the unicorn, Hagrid couldn't bear to watch it.

"Oh no."

He knelt down and tried to heal the unicorn, but it was too badly injured.

"No one would attack a unicorn, except for those crazy people who don't care about their lives."

Hagrid was in a heavy mood. The wound could not be repaired.

John's heart sank as well. Unicorns are pure creatures, and even the creatures in the Forbidden Forest would not attack unicorns.

A person appeared in his mind, Quirrell.

It was very strange that he left Hogwarts every night, and now the unicorn was attacked again. It was hard to say that it had nothing to do with Quirrell.

"John, let's bury her."

The two accompanied the unicorn on its final journey.

The unicorn gradually lost its breath, and finally its pupils lost their luster and it fell down.

Hagrid was in a bad mood all the way to bury the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest.

John understood him. Hagrid was a person who loved magical animals. He must feel bad to see the unicorn die in front of him.

"Hagrid, take it easy. We need to cheer up."

In Hagrid's hut, John tasted rock cake.

It was this cake that almost sent him away. After being comforted by John, Hagrid's mood gradually improved.

"That must not be an ordinary incident. We must prevent it from happening again." John knew there would be a second time, so he sounded the alarm for Hagrid in advance.

Hagrid perked up, "John, you are right. We must protect those little cuties."

Little cutie?

John felt that only Hagrid would call the things in the Forbidden Forest that.

After finishing patrol, John fed Fang some dog food.

He did not return to the lounge immediately, but went to the library on the fifth floor.

John skillfully went to the restricted books section and found the spell about brain occupation.

Now he felt more and more that the crisis was approaching and that the brain blockade was imminent.

He went to the Room of Requirement to study, and after a night of trying, he finally successfully reached level 1 by turning on the academic master mode.

...

Quidditch match day.

John came to the hall and ate toast, while Hermione was there coaxing Harry like a sister.

"I don't want to eat anything."

Harry shook his head to reject Hermione's kindness. He was so nervous that even his calves were shaking.

This feeling was terrible. He was more afraid of losing the game in front of everyone than falling off his broom.

"Don't be nervous Harry, just be yourself."

John took a sip of water and smiled at Harry, "If you don't have the strength to catch the Golden Snitch after catching it, that would be bad. If you get hit by a Bludger, that would be even worse. You'll have to lie down in the school hospital for a while."

Harry thought that made sense and reluctantly took two bites of the bread.

He didn't want to be nagged by Madam Pomfrey.

Seamus Finnigan, the little blasting genius of Hogwarts, asked John curiously, "John, are you going to watch the game too? See how we punish Slytherin."

"Uh…I'm Slytherin."

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

Seamus explained in a panic and John said he understood.

I don't know why, but Gryffindor students always subconsciously think of John as a Gryffindor.

Malfoy walked over, followed by two followers. When he saw Gryffindor and the annoying Potter, he snorted coldly.

"Wick, I'll take you to the Quidditch field. You probably don't know where it is." He seemed quite merciful.

John thought that he was going to Slytherin to cheer anyway, so he just went along.

After they left, Ron came back to his senses with his mouth wide open, and said in disbelief: "I was not mistaken, Malfoy actually invited John."

Harry showed the same reaction, "I really want to say you are mistaken, but I saw it too."

Seamus simply went straight to the conspiracy theory and swore, "John must have used a Confusion Charm on Malfoy."

Hermione thought the little lions were being a little overzealous, so she wrinkled her nose and said, "John has been doing very well. He's added almost 200 points to Slytherin."

good performance?

The little lions of Gryffindor looked at each other in bewilderment. Beating up Malfoy at the beginning of the school year, is that good?

They are confused.

...

Quidditch is indeed the most popular sport in the wizarding world. John could hardly squeeze onto the huge Quidditch field.

"See? Only this young master can find such a good position here."

Malfoy boasted, as if the person who had just pulled him up the stairs from where he almost fell was not John.

Goyle and Crabbe led the way and found them a good position.

The field was clearly divided into two groups, one was the red of Gryffindor, and the other was the green of Slytherin.

Before the game started, a fight almost broke out in the audience.

As Ms. Hooch blew the silver whistle of the flying class, the Quidditch game officially began.

The commentator for the game was Lee Jordan from Gryffindor, with Professor McGonagall, a die-hard Quidditch fan, sitting next to him.

When Gryffindor scored, he almost jumped up with joy, but when Slytherin scored, he just said a few indifferent words and that was it.

This made John unable to help but complain. No one found it wrong to be so blatantly biased.

After the first goal, John saw Hager from the opposite red wave squeeze into the crowd.

Apparently, it was hard for wizards to resist the temptation of Quidditch. Ron and Hermione looked like two dolls next to Hagrid.

The game was very intense, mainly because there were many fouls.

Anyway, John had heard no less than five or six shouts of fouls from the audience.

Unfortunately, Quidditch is not football, there is no such thing as a red card.

Suddenly, John saw Harry's broomstick twitching wildly up and down, as if he had been drunk.

He subconsciously glanced at Malfoy, who was gloating over the misfortune of his arch-enemy Potter.

"That's right, Malfoy doesn't have that ability." John muttered, but Malfoy didn't hear it clearly.

After watching for a while, Harry's broom finally recovered.

It was John who saw his own dean's robe on fire, stood up, and elbowed Quirrell in the face behind him.

"This must hurt."

I didn't expect that my dean had practiced this before. This elbow almost knocked Quirrell unconscious.

Anyway, John saw Quirrell's head hit the back seat hard, and it took him at least a few minutes to recover.

Harry recovered and found the Golden Snitch. He chased after it quickly, dived towards the ground and fell to the ground.

He was seen covering his mouth with his hands and spitting out the Snitch.

Lee Jordan immediately announced that Harry had caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game.

Gryffindor won with a score of 170:60.

John felt a pity and said, "We are missing a good Seeker."

With Harry's superb flying skills and the kryptonian gold Nimbus 2000, Slytherin's Seeker was like a piece of wood.

Malfoy nodded in agreement, and after realizing when he and John Wick had such a good relationship, he left immediately.

At the same time, Malfoy also planted a seed in his heart, determined to become Slytherin's Seeker and severely defeat Potter.

The broomstick was out of control and John felt suspicious.

As for whether it was done by his own dean, John could only say that Snape was a good citizen.

After all, Snape, a lovesick man, would never hurt Lily's child. He even suspected that if Harry was a girl, Snape would probably change his job and play the role of raising a child.

This is a man who dared to stab Voldemort in the back for the goddess he secretly loved.

...

"Forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel..."

"Aha, so there is a man named Nicole Flamel involved, right?"

Hagrid's annoyed and angry voice and Harry's questioning about what he had discovered were heard.

John, who had just finished watching the game, stood at the door and wondered whether he should go in now.