I swung a sword at Hogwarts

After checking every aspect of the secret room, John upgraded the wooden door.

Opening the armory, John went inside and filled it with the necessary materials.

He made the arsenal into an assembly line for producing striking rings and various products.

It is operated and produced in the secret room of the Star Society through a large-scale permanent alchemy array.

There is a faucet in the secret room of the Star Society, from which pure magic wine drips. Other liquids with impurities will flow back into the secret room's delivery pipe and become the magic to maintain the secret room.

Put the lid on the wine bottle, seal it with a layer of wax and put it in the wine storage cabinet.

When John went out, he happened to meet Luna.

She was wearing the shooting star shoes John had given her. They fit her feet perfectly, but the cool pattern didn't look very suitable for a little girl.

"John." Luna's voice was ethereal and pleasant.

John didn't mind her seeing him walk out of the Star Club, and said with a smile, "That's great. I'm going to look for you."

Luna tilted her head, looking a little dazed. "It looks like a good thing."

"Of course." John walked beside Luna and whispered, "Are you free tomorrow? I have a gift for you."

"I want to go look for the Crumple-Horned Snorkle tomorrow," Luna responded.

John smiled and said mysteriously, "What a coincidence! I am also going to look for the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax. Have you forgotten what I promised you last semester?"

Luna's eyes lit up and the two of them made an appointment.

The two separated at the stairs, and John went to the library to look for some books about the mind.

In the library, he met Hermione.

He stared at the medal on Hermione's chest and hesitated, "Vomiting?"

"It's SPEW, the Society for the Advancement of House-Elves!" Hermione said angrily.

John's eyes widened and he asked in confusion, "You created it?"

Hermione nodded and said, "Yes, I originally wanted to name it 'Movement to stop cruelty to our magical friends and to improve their legal status', but it's not quite right."

"It's indeed inappropriate," John said speechlessly, "So you want to fight for equal rights for house-elves?"

"That's right!" Hermione felt that communicating with John was much easier than communicating with those two idiots. She smiled and invited, "John, can I invite you to join us?"

"Sounds good."

Hermione's smile grew wider.

next second.

"But I refuse!"

The smile froze on Hermione's face.

She didn't dare to ask confidently in a shrill voice: "Why?"

Chapter 196: Equal Rights and the Crooked-Horned Snorlax

Hermione didn't expect that her house-elf rights promotion association would be rejected just as it was getting started. She didn't understand why John would reject such a good thing.

"Do you think, like Ron, that house-elves like being slaves?" Hermione raised her voice unconsciously.

"No, Hermione." John shook his head and said calmly, "What about you, why do you want to help the house elves?"

"why?"

Hermione was stunned at first, then said, "Isn't this as it should be? We shouldn't see them being enslaved like this. They should be paid for their work, not for free."

"wrong."

John looked at her, his expression filled with helplessness towards the little girl's innocence, and said, "Do you know how wizards get their status?"

Before Hermione could speak, John spoke with a hint of grimness in his tone, "Kill, lots of kill."

It seemed as if a cold wind blew at the right time, and Hermione felt a chill on her back.

"In the beginning, wizards and some magical creatures did not live in harmony. You should know that the goblins rebelled and the house-elves were the losers in the war."

"In those wars, many wizards died, house-elves were enslaved and made to not use wands."

John's words made Hermione's forehead sweat a little, and she seemed to understand something.

"Success makes you a king and failure makes you a villain. Failure has a price. House elves look pitiful because too many wizards have died at their hands."

The pair of brown eyes were gleaming with coldness at this moment. "Wizards are the beneficiaries. This has happened before in the Muggle world. It has nothing to do with species, it's just about victory or defeat."

Yes, it has happened everywhere.

Perhaps there will be a kind-hearted master who will free the slaves, but people of our race will definitely have different intentions.

Having been slaves for so long, the house-elves are full of slavery and have been brainwashed by wizards.

But when the first house-elf rebels, they will gradually awaken.

By then, will they be able to live in harmony with wizards just like their own kind?

"Either tame or expel." John said calmly: "The goblins in Gringotts lost to the wizards, but do they have no other thoughts?"

"They have never given up their desire for the magical world."

The greedy eyes of the Gringotts goblin flashed through Hermione's mind, and she felt a little distraught.

John's words are full of reality and explicitness. This is not a novel, but the real world for John.

Perhaps at some point, when you see the aliens in the novel being rescued, you will feel a sense of joy.

But in reality, if cats and dogs that can use guns are rescued, will they still be good friends of humans?

The house-elves were very powerful. Lucius was even knocked away by Dobby who had no wand. The anti-Apparition magic of Hogwarts was ineffective in front of the elves.

To John, today's house-elves are good elves.

If wizards enjoy equal rights with wizards, then sooner or later, wizards will go to war with house-elves again.

Hermione left, her steps somewhat unsteady as she left.

John didn't know whether she would still stick to her own ideas. No matter what, John would treat Hermione as a friend.

Entering the library, John looked through a lot of information.

There were few books on the spiritual level, and John sat there reading.

Putting down the spiritual books one by one, John had a preliminary diagnosis of the Longbottoms' treatment plan in his mind.

"Overstimulation leads to self-isolation."

He stroked his chin, finding the Longbottoms' symptoms difficult to understand.

After all, it was the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses.

"Mind magic needs to knock on the door of the heart, which requires a strong sense of empathy, which means I have to be the same as them."

John felt a headache. Could it be that someone was using the Cruciatus Curse on him?

I don't have a masochistic tendency, and the Cruciatus Curse may not be effective, but at least I need to achieve empathy.

It's similar to FM. You have to tune your mind to the same frequency as the Longbottoms to receive the signal.

“From zero to one, it’s too difficult.”

Come to think of it, if it were simple, Dumbledore wouldn't have watched the heroes of the Order of the Phoenix continue to become stupid.

After packing up his books, John got up and left.

...

Saturday.

The weather is nice today, so John gets up for some morning exercise.

Just because there's no Quidditch this semester doesn't mean there's no need to practice.

Malfoy went out early, and now that Montague became the new Quidditch captain, Malfoy did not argue with him.

Flint's graduation means that the team's tactics need to be readjusted.

With Malfoy as a core player, the tactics vaguely lean towards Malfoy.

Since it was just normal training, Malfoy didn't need to use the Firebolt.

The Firebolt that Lucius ordered for Malfoy was on the way, a reward for him winning the championship for Slytherin.

Although it also has something to do with winning some money in the World Cup.

Malfoy was interested in pursuing professional Quidditch, and John supported him.

John made a lot of money that time. In his joy, he distributed benefits to all employees, which made him more prestigious.

Among the students enrolled this year, there is a werewolf.

As for how John found out, it was because he sponsored the admission.

There are some considerations behind the secret admission, not the open and aboveboard approach.

We need to observe carefully first. With Lupin as a predecessor, Dumbledore also allowed werewolves to enroll in school.

But he was not sorted into Slytherin, but into Hufflepuff.

This is also a good thing for werewolf wizards, Hufflepuff is the most inclusive house.

Johnny Silverhand will be responsible for providing the wolfsbane potion until the werewolf wizard graduates.

By the way, this little wizard is Old Jack’s adopted grandson, Little Jack.

After his morning exercise, John headed to Hagrid's cabin.

He made an appointment with Luna, and he also planned to go to the Forbidden Forest to look for Weiwei.

In the hut, Hagrid hadn't come out yet, but Fang ran out first.

Yaya circled around John enthusiastically, and John took out some dog food and stuffed it in its mouth.

"John, you're here."

Hagrid was delighted; he had been studying the Crumple-Horned Snorkle recently.

This little guy gave him so many surprises. The Snorlax had an ability similar to Apparition, and it was very powerful.

You can move even inside the castle.

Scimitar-Horned Snorlax eats a variety of plants, with its current favorite being dragon fruit.

When John came in, he saw the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle with its head buried in half a dragon fruit, eating it in big mouthfuls, with some white fresh fish left there.

It's a bit bigger, but still can be easily picked up with one hand.

John picked it up and took a look. The hair of the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle had a waterproof effect, and the juice could not stay on it and slid down.

"Hagrid, what are you doing?"

Noticing Hagrid's furtive movements, John looked over and saw Hagrid hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

Hagrid turned his head away with embarrassment on his face, but still showed a little.

"Ms. Maxime?"

Seeing the wording above, John looked up at Hagrid again.

Hagrid looked as if he had been exposed. He was embarrassed and stammered, unable to speak.

Fortunately, John only glanced at it and turned his head away. He whispered to the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller.

It was unclear whether the Crooked-Horned Snorklein understood what was said or not, and it just nodded seriously.

After discussing the exit plan, John and Hagrid said goodbye.

After walking out the door, John turned back and Hagrid, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was startled.

"By the way, Ms. Maxime likes tulip perfume. You can spray some on the letter."

Hagrid's face turned red and John turned away.

Arriving at the Forbidden Forest, John saw Luna walking in in a trance.