I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Looking at Neville who was having trouble calming down after using the Cruciatus Curse, John held him down and used mental magic to soothe his emotions.

The bad thing about black magic is that it will subtly affect some people.

In addition, John constantly stimulated Neville to hate him, which made him unable to calm down often.

Neville gasped, his eyes bloodshot, and said hoarsely, "Sorry, John."

He kept adjusting himself so that he wouldn't hit John.

Actually, he did beat him, but John beat him back.

In terms of John's fighting ability, except for Hagrid, there is basically no one who can match him.

Use the Water Summoning Charm to calm Neville completely.

Looking at Neville who had returned to his old self, John sighed and said, "Neville, do you want to give up? It's not too late."

Neville wiped the water off his face, clenched his fists, and said, "John, I will stick to it."

Although he didn't know John's intention of asking him to learn the Cruciatus Curse, he was willing to do it as long as it could save his parents.

John felt a little guilty about this.

"Well, two schools are coming tomorrow, so you need to adjust your mood. Your Cruciatus Curse is almost done."

Let Neville go back and calm down. John doesn't want to be attacked suddenly.

Back in the secret room of the Star Order, John saw an identical Firebolt next to his own.

"Draco is such a show-off."

It's easy to tell who it belongs to. Malfoy saw that he had left something behind as decoration in the Star Club, so he wanted to do the same.

John took out several magic crystals produced in the secret room and processed them.

It was already late at night when they left, and John walked quietly.

When he encountered Snape on patrol on the way, he used an Disillusionment Charm to avoid him.

10 month 30 day.

Students were told to put on cloaks.

Snape was dissatisfied with the fact that his class was cut by half an hour, and with a cold face he told the Slytherin people to go down to the hall and gather.

The heads of each college are also managing the students of their respective colleges, especially Professor McGonagall, who is more serious than usual.

"Weasley, put your hat on straight."

"Ms. Patil, take that ridiculous thing out of your hair."

Ron, who was scolded, hurriedly put on his hat, and Parvati Patil frowned unhappily and took a large butterfly headdress off the end of her braid.

Professor McGonagall didn't look at them. She turned around and said loudly to everyone, "Please follow me. First-year students are in the front. Don't crowd."

She tried to control the team that was almost out of control. They walked down the steps one after another and stood in line in front of the castle.

In the cold evening, the air is fresh and makes people feel a little cool.

Night was falling, and a white, translucent moon hung over the forbidden forest.

Hagrid was here too, holding two large fans that looked like they were a means of controlling traffic.

Students are keen to discuss everything new, like now, they are discussing how the two schools will come together.

Some said it was by train, others said it was by door key.

Broomstick, Apparition...

There are all kinds of theories, they seem to be very interested in people from other schools.

Malfoy looked around and didn't see Heinrich, so he asked in a low voice: "Where is that guy Heinrich?"

John glanced at him and said speechlessly, "His school is Durmstrang, so naturally he won't join us in welcoming him."

"That's true." Malfoy suddenly realized.

Ever since he started exercising, John had noticed that Malfoy seemed to be less and less interested in using his brain.

The two big guys, Gore and Crabbe, are just tall in stature, with no development at all.

John once suspected that the two men might have some magical blood in them. Malfoy asked, "John, how do you think they will get here?"

Obviously Malfoy was also intrigued by this topic.

Daphne stood on tiptoe, but her face had a proud and calm expression.

John found it funny, he was so curious.

So he thought about it and said, "Beauxbatons should be pulled here by Pegasus. Madam Maxime has twelve rune horses."

"I'm not familiar with Durmstrang, but Heinrich said their school has a black ship. They should be able to come here by boat from the water."

He speculated, and at this moment, a black spot appeared in the distant sky.

It was just a tiny dot at first, but as it got closer, it grew bigger.

When a student discovered it, he screamed, "It's a fire dragon!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's a house that is flying!" another student retorted.

The huge creature flew over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest. When the light from the castle windows shone on it, they could see clearly that it was a carriage.

It doesn't seem wrong to call it a big house, because the carriage is very big, just like a house.

It was pulled into the air by twelve winged rune horses, each of which was about the size of an elephant.

The carriage lowered its altitude and landed at an incredibly fast speed. The wind created by its wings made the three rows of students retreat hurriedly.

Because Daphne was standing on tiptoe, her center of gravity was unstable and she was bumped by a classmate who was retreating, causing her to fall backwards.

Just as she screamed and was about to fall, a hand firmly held her waist.

She steadied herself, opened her eyes, and stared at the enlarged face in a daze.

Daphne couldn't help blushing at her delicate Slavic facial features. John glanced at Astoria in front of him and seemed to see a cunning look in her eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Holding the slender and soft waist, John helped Daphne stand up.

Daphne's ears turned red and she lowered her head and hummed softly, as soft as a mosquito.

The two men stood and looked at the carriage parked in front of them.

Those divine horses were much more energetic than when they were harmed by John, and they all held their heads high.

On the door of the coach was a crest of two golden crossed wands, with three stars emerging from each.

The door opened and a boy in a light blue robe came down. He bent down, opened a golden spiral staircase under the carriage and stepped aside.

Then, a shiny high-heeled shoe stretched out from the carriage.

It was Ms. Maxime, still dressed in gorgeous clothes, with her hair tied back in a shiny bun.

She was covered from head to toe in black satin and wore lots of beautiful opal jewelry.

Dumbledore led the applause, and the students applauded one after another, and many people wanted to get a better look at the headmaster.

Madame Maxime was so tall that she held out her hand and Dumbledore kissed it without even bending over.

"Welcome Madam Maxime," said Dumbledore. "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Madam Maxime said in a low voice, "I hope all is well with you."

"Excellent, thank you," said Dumbledore.

"My students," said Ms. Maxime, waving casually behind her.

About a dozen or thirteen male and female students got off the carriage and stood neatly behind Ms. Maxime.

Everyone was about eighteen or nineteen years old, but their clothes were too thin, so they were shivering with cold.

Harry was watching as well, and he noticed a glitter on one of the students.

Looking closely, it was a badge, like the stars in the sky.

But the student was in the shadow of Ms. Maxime and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

The equally tall Hagrid seemed to have no idea where to put his hands. Ms. Maxime saw him and nodded at him, which made Hagrid grin foolishly.

Promise to take good care of the magic horse.

Ms. Maxim led the students up the steps and left.

After a while.

There was a strange gurgling sound and John looked out into the lake.

"In the lake!" someone shouted.

The tranquil Black Lake became no longer tranquil, and a large whirlpool appeared in the center of the lake.

A long black pole slowly rose from the center of the whirlpool. It was a mast, and then a magnificent ship rose out of the water.

The ship gleamed in the moonlight, and looked eerily like a skeleton, as if it had just been salvaged from a shipwreck.

An anchor was thrown into the shallow water and wooden boards were laid on the shore.

A group of people got off the boat.

They were very tall and wore a kind of fur cloak.

The man in the lead had silvery-white fur that was soft and smooth, much like his hair.

The man and Dumbledore greeted warmly.

It must be the headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff.

He has a tall and thin body and a goatee with curls at the ends.

Although he looks enthusiastic, he gives people a feeling of indifference.

"Viktor, come here and warm yourself up."

Karkaroff beckoned Krum forward, paying no attention to the other students.

John finally understood why Heinrich had such a low opinion of him.

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Chapter 202: The Stars Converge and the Goblet of Fire

After welcoming the two schools, all the teachers and students of Hogwarts entered the auditorium.

As soon as he entered the door, John saw Heinrich changed into Durmstrang school uniform.

He was already sitting at the Slytherin table, and after the Slytherins sat down, the Durmstrang students came and sat down at the Slytherin table.

Beauxbatons chose the Ravenclaw table, and John could feel the looks coming from there.

He smiled and greeted Furong, who was hiding her face with a headscarf.

The auditorium no longer has all green flags, but has been replaced with flags of various colleges.

At the Slytherin table, Krum greeted Heinrich.

"Edgar."

He called out, and Heinrich glanced at him and responded, "Krum."

The two of them nodded in agreement, and it seemed that they did not have a very good relationship.

But when the other Durmstrang people saw Heinrich, their faces turned unhappy, and some even muttered something, as if they were saying that it was bad luck.

Seeing this, Malfoy suppressed his desire to talk to Krum, turned around and asked, "You don't seem to have a good relationship with them."

"They are a group of defeated generals. After they were defeated by me, they were isolated by me." Heinrich looked indifferent.

With this attitude, John is just short of standing up and saying that everyone here is a scumbag.

Malfoy: “?”

He looked at Durmstrang, who was sitting at one end of the long table, and then at Heinrich on this side.