I swung a sword at Hogwarts

After taking a look at the dog food he brought, he felt that he could wait, but the greedy ghost Yaya probably couldn't.

He could already hear the sound of Yaya drooling.

I don’t know why this big dog would recognize Tom as the boss just for food.

He knocked and opened the door, and saw Hagrid, who looked angry and annoyed with himself.

The three little ones are also in there.

Well, there is also the rock cake on the table.

Hopefully Hermione's dentist dad can fix their teeth.

Chapter 18: Speculation and Quirrell

"I swear, Hagrid knows something."

Harry vowed as they emerged from Hagrid's hut.

After John put down the dog food, he left with the three little ones. Hermione and Ron also felt that Hagrid was hiding something.

Their only clue now is Nicolas Flamel.

Harry, who wanted to expose Snape's true identity, said: "I seem to have an impression of this name, but I can't remember it."

He always felt that he had seen this name before, but he couldn't remember it.

The small package that Hagrid took from Gringotts was obviously Snape's target, and that thing was related to Nicolas Flamel.

"John, have you heard of this name?" Harry placed his hope on John, who was smarter than Hermione.

John recalled, shook his head and said apologetically: "Sorry, I don't remember either. You can go to the library to check. If it's not there, then this person doesn't exist."

It was a good idea, and Harry's eyes lit up.

Hermione had originally wanted to go to the library, but now that they had the same idea, she urged, "Then let's go there quickly. It would be best if we can find it before Christmas."

She and Ron will go home for Christmas, and there are still more than twenty days left. She hopes to find the answer.

When he heard the word Christmas, Harry's eyes dimmed a little.

He didn't want to go back to the Dursleys, where he would have to live in a tiny stair cupboard and Dudley would always try to bully him.

Seeing that Hermione and the others were already discussing their Christmas plans, Harry said enviously, "I don't want to go back. It's too awful there."

Ron and Hermione expressed their sympathy for him; they found it hard to imagine having such terrible relatives.

"John, are you going home for Christmas too?" Hermione knew that John also came from a Muggle family.

John didn't plan to go back, and shook his head and said, "No, I plan to consolidate my knowledge during Christmas. I can't use magic when I go home."

Such an attitude gave Harry and Ron a chill. Hermione also felt that she could not admit defeat. If she did not go home, her father would suspect what happened to his good daughter at school.

The four of them separated on the fifth floor, and John did not plan to go to the library.

Although he was somewhat familiar with the name Nicolas Flamel, his top priority now was to brush up on the Occlumency technique.

After reaching the eighth floor, he found the Room of Requirement.

After completing a day's training inside, it was already dark when I came out again.

He was going to the kitchen to see if he could get some dinner.

On the way, he met someone he didn't want to meet.

"Good evening, John Wick."

Professor Quirrell, who stuttered as he spoke, seemed to have met John by chance.

John's left hand had silently reached for his wand and was beginning to work on his Occlumency. He smiled politely and said, "Good evening, Professor Quirrell."

After seeing John's power in killing the troll, Voldemort considered recruiting John as a Death Eater.

Pure blood?

Voldemort didn't care.

He acted like a crazy purist during his reign, but he himself was a half-blood.

Although he was reluctant to mention it, Voldemort did not care much about half-bloods and pure-bloods, but was more concerned about whether the power could be used for his own benefit.

The pure-blood concept is just a means for him to rule.

First-year wizards are the easiest to control.

Voldemort planned to train John into a little Death Eater and make him an insider in Hogwarts, just like Snape.

He arranged for Quirrell to contact John.

Professor Quirrell knew that John was a studious person, so he said in a pretentious manner: "Are you studying? You are really... diligent."

John had already thought of an excuse, so he nodded and said, "I've been so lazy that I've forgotten to eat. If there's nothing else, I'll go eat."

He didn't want to stay with Quirrell. Who knew if Voldemort would pop out from somewhere?

John wanted to leave quickly, but Quirrell didn't.

Quirrell smiled and said, "You are really studious. Perhaps you will be interested in the knowledge in the restricted area."

Restricted book area?

John suddenly left in no hurry, with an expression of longing for the restricted books section on his face.

Quirrell saw this scene and a look of contempt appeared in his eyes.

As expected, wizards who pursue knowledge are all interested in taboos.

The fastest way to turn a good boy into a Death Eater is to teach him the importance of power.

This is how Quirrell became Voldemort's subordinate.

Voldemort knew these wizards too well. When he was young, he was a frequent visitor to the restricted area, and there were quite a few dark magics recorded there.

Dark magic is powerful and can be bewitching. Once John has learned it, they will only need to give him a little guidance to easily capture a little Death Eater.

The thought only lasted for a moment, and a smile appeared on Quirrell's face. He stammered, "You are a good boy. I... I can give you a pass to the restricted area."

"Really? I've wanted to go and see it for a long time!"

John acted like a child pursuing knowledge, which was exactly what Quirrell wanted to see.

Quirrell asked John to go to his office next Monday to get a pass, which saved John the problem of only being able to go to the restricted area at night.

As for what Quirrell was up to, John could guess a little.

But none of this matters, I’m not a child, as long as I get the autograph, I can just ignore it.

Anyway, Quirrell can only play around during the first grade, and he will be automatically replaced in the second year.

As we all know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a consumable that is thrown away once a year.

...

on Monday.

John got a note signed by the professor from Quirrell. When giving him the note, Quirrell also vaguely gave him the names of several books to induce him to read them.

Things like "Black Magic in the Sixteenth Century", "Curse of Magic", "Outstanding Curse of the Nineteenth Century" and so on.

It was even euphemistically said that the most basic thing about learning Defense Against the Dark Arts was to understand the composition of dark magic. John just laughed at this.

If I believed you, I'd be sick.

His face showed great interest, and he changed back directly after arriving at the library.

John met a group of three people who came to the library to look up Nicolas Flamel, but he did not alarm them.

After showing the professor's note to Ms. Pince, John went to the restricted books area unhindered.

Most of the books in the banned area are very profound, and it is still a bit difficult to read them even if you turn on the academic master mode.

"It's still because we haven't accumulated enough experience and our foundation is too weak."

With a sigh, John saw a book called "Fairy Foundry".

His heart moved, and he thought of the Sword of Gryffindor, which was the sword that the founder of Gryffindor commissioned the goblins to make.

His current fighting style was similar to that of Gryffindor, but his weapons were still inferior to Gryffindor's.

The medieval armor and weapons used to fight the trolls were a bit difficult last time, as these magical creatures have amazing defenses.

Similar to the Fire Dragon, the Fire Dragon's scales have extremely high magic resistance properties.

If I want to fight a fire dragon, ordinary weapons are obviously not enough.

"Perhaps I could forge one myself."

John's eyes were burning with excitement. It would be best if he could have his own weapon.

After borrowing the book "Fairy Foundry", John began to study it wholeheartedly.

This book is a translation, and the original owner was an Egyptian wizard.

John had some difficulty reading, but it didn't matter, he still had time to polish his knowledge.

In the following days, he borrowed another book, "Basic Magic Rune Guide", from the library.

While enriching his knowledge, John was gradually able to master the contents of "Fairy Foundry".

At night, he put away his books and prepared to go to the forbidden forest.

The punishment had not yet been erased, and John needed to go to the Forbidden Forest to patrol with Hagrid every night.

After arriving at Hagrid's hut, Fang ran over enthusiastically and sniffed John with his nose.

Hagrid laughed and said, "Fang likes you very much."

like?

John watched Fang sniff his sandwich pocket.

"Are you sure it's not hungry?"

Chapter 19 Night Devil and Giant Spider

A few days had passed since the unicorn’s death.

During this period, Hagrid talked with all the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest. He learned from the centaurs that there was an evil being wandering around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

So the two of them will patrol the periphery tonight.

John was gradually able to keep up with Hagrid, with Fang running in front.

This big dog is very big but very timid.

Not even as brave as Tom.

While on patrol, a spider as big as a human head appeared in front of John.

He was so frightened that he clenched his wand tightly and was about to use the Shatter to Piece spell.

"What a big spider."

"Wait, this is the descendant of Aragog."

Hagrid shouted to stop John, and as John watched with a tingling look on his face, Hagrid seemed to be communicating with the spider.

"It was Aragog who came to me."

Aragog is Hagrid's friend. He was adopted by Hagrid when he was a child. After Hagrid got into trouble, he escaped into the Forbidden Forest and became an old spider.

John nodded numbly. Hagrid was really careless. If Ron touched the spider, it would probably die on the spot.

Following the spider, they headed to a cave.

John had seen many spiders before entering, and after entering, he was covered with goose bumps.

There are countless spiders at a glance, and spiders as big as human heads look tiny here.

There are dozens of spiders as tall as a person.