I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The aroma of wine wafted over again, and John walked over.

I met a person head-on and almost touched that scarred face.

"Wick, what are you doing here?" Moody said gruffly.

John stepped back to keep his distance and said apologetically, "Sorry, I think I went the wrong way."

He smiled in a very appropriate way, neither distant nor familiar.

Bowing slightly to Moody, he turned and walked the other way.

Moody stared at him, muttered a few words, and walked away with his wooden foot clacking.

...

John hadn't visited Zouwu for a few days. During the last Triwizard Tournament, Hagrid temporarily hid Zouwu in Aragog's former cave.

The Zouwu was very excited after being released again. Its big tail, which looked like a blooming peony, was swinging back and forth, which was very beautiful.

John patted its head and could clearly sense that it was happy to see him.

Zouwu turned over and lay down, its cute eyes seeming to expect John to touch it.

Suddenly, Zou Wu seemed to smell something, with a suspicious look on his face, he stood up and walked around John twice.

"Ahem, as a student, it's reasonable for me to smell like a fire dragon, right?"

John said this calmly, and just bullied Zou Wu for not knowing why the student had a connection with the fire dragon.

But John also likes Zouwu a little, especially this Zouwu, which looks just like a large cat, furry, and likes cat toy sticks.

Thinking of this, John opened the gift he had brought and lifted the shrinking spell.

A fluffy ball appears.

As soon as he saw this round object, Zouwu became excited.

John used magic to move the ball out, and Zouwu came forward and moved the ball with its big claws.

Every time the ball rolled, Zouwu got excited.

Soon after, it became more and more addicted to the game, and finally it even ignored John and kept chasing the ball of fur.

With a smile on his face, John said, "It's worth the effort to make this wool ball."

It is not easy to withstand the damage from the claws of a Zouwu of this size.

John needs to spend a lot of money to buy the materials, and he also needs to fill them with magic so that they will not be damaged.

After visiting Zouwu, John prepared to return the same way.

The cold wind blew across John's cheeks as he saw Hagrid feeding the Rune Horse single malt whisky.

The smell of alcohol was so strong that it could be smelled even during class.

Some little wizards who couldn't drink well would have red faces every time they went there, just like they were drunk.

"Did Hagrid pay for this himself?"

Watching Hagrid pouring barrels of wine into the trough, the price alone was not cheap.

There is no tuition fee at Hogwarts. Funds are obtained through grants from the Ministry of Magic, fundraising by school directors, and social donations.

Of course, Hogwarts is not the kind of school that lives off its resources. The founders of the four colleges have a Hogwarts Foundation, which is responsible for spending money and making money.

Alumni associations also made donations and sponsorships in the future.

So John wondered whether the expenses for the magic horse would be included in these.

By the way, basically all the reputable stores in the country's wizarding world will donate money or sponsor Hogwarts, so John is also a sponsor.

John couldn't help but feel a little painful when he saw that the Galleons that might be his were drunk by the divine horse.

It hurts for three seconds, but then the three seconds are up and I’ve made it back.

John continued walking back.

...

Chapter 213 Dobby's Work and the Crystal Ball Exploded

There were a hundred house-elves working in the Hogwarts kitchens, so it was common for John to have a midnight snack.

He hardly ever went there after the third grade.

Today, he suddenly had an idea.

Walking into the kitchen, he skillfully scratched the pear on the fruit painting.

The pear chuckled and turned into a very green doorknob.

As soon as John opened the door and went in, he heard a shrill cry.

"Get out, you disgraced alien!"

John saw an older house-elf, pointing angrily at a familiar creature.

Looking closely, John discovered that it was Dobby.

A group of house-elves showed their unwelcomeness to Dobby, and there was a familiar guy next to Dobby.

"If I remember correctly, that's Winky from old Barty's family." John narrowed his eyes and couldn't understand why two wild house-elves appeared here.

There was still cursing going on over there, and all kinds of words came out of the mouths of other house-elves in the kitchen.

They called Dobby a disgrace who brought disgrace upon the house-elves, and a dirty fellow who demanded payment from the great wizard.

As a house-elf from the Malfoy family, Dobby was already accustomed to this.

He faced the accusations fearlessly, but Shanshan did not have such good psychological quality.

Shanshan cried very loudly, from a low voice at first to a soprano voice later.

John walked in, and the house-elf who was still scolding Dobby immediately lowered his voice.

"John Wick."

Dobby ran over in surprise, waving his hands excitedly, and said, "Dobby knew that he would meet John Wick again one day."

It ran over and Shanshan was still crying.

The house-elves who took the lead in scolding Dobby all showed a look of disgust and alienation, and did not want to have anything to do with Dobby.

"When did you come, Dobby?"

"Today, sir, Dobby comes to work here today. The salary is one Galleon per week, and there is one day off every month. Professor Dumbledore said at the beginning that he would give me ten Galleons a week, but Dobby bargained for this price."

Dobby looked terrified, as if he would be tortured with the Cruciatus Curse if he charged so much money.

As soon as it said this, the house-elves around it couldn't help but curse a few times, as if it was holding not a Galleon but a piece of dung.

Although one Galleon is not a lot, it is a huge amount in the house-elf world, not to mention there is one day of holiday a month.

This completely subverted the worldview of the house-elves. The other house-elves cursed Dobby and didn't want to stay with him.

But the honorable wizard Professor Dumbledore spoke, and they could only accept Dobby, an alien, to work with them.

"Well, I didn't expect that."

Shrugging, John had not expected to meet Dobby again.

Shanshan was still crying, so John had to divert her attention and ask, "How much did Shanshan get paid?"

As a result, Shanshan cried even harder, her tears bursting like a dam, and she screamed, "Shanshan was kicked out, but Shanshan hasn't fallen to that level yet."

Well, Dobby is probably the only one among the house-elfs who is an outlier.

John was not optimistic about equal rights for house-elves, but he didn't really want to get involved.

He also saw a spot in the kitchen that was scrubbed spotlessly clean. The old house elf said proudly, "That's where Puffy cleans. That's where Miss Greengrass cooks."

Puffy was the name of the older house-elf.

It seems that for a house-elf, being able to serve a wizard alone is a great honor.

The other house elves also looked envious, and John walked over.

There were neatly arranged knives on the table, from the smallest paring knife to various knives, and even something similar to a crescent-shaped guillotine.

These are polished to a spotless finish and sharpened daily.

There is also a material area, with all kinds of fresh fruits and many meats kept fresh by magic. There are also various kinds of flour, and various grains and nuts are neatly placed in bottles.

John was stunned. With such a configuration, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the market was moved in.

He also saw a small notebook in which Daphne's cooking notes were recorded.

He wanted to open it, but when he thought about it being Daphne's, he held back.

Good friends should not pry into each other's privacy.

Although this may record the source of John's pain.

After a turn, John left the kitchen.

Before leaving, all the house-elves bowed to see them off.

If you don’t know, you might think John is being sent away.

...

A week had passed since the first project, and my original ambition to fight the fire dragon had gradually been brought back to reality by the course.

At least in the corridor, John no longer saw anyone provoking Filch as if he were a dragon, then being caught and sent to detention.

Filch has a second life. Don't get me wrong, it's not that he has any romantic encounters, but his physical fitness has improved.

After being left behind last school year, Filch worked hard and continued to exercise, finally breaking free from his shackles.

In the past, I would be out of breath after climbing to the third floor, but now I can climb to the eighth floor in one breath without any effort.

John congratulated him and sent some weighted steel blocks and a pair of shoes with acceleration function.

This made Filch very happy, and he caught three little wizards who were wandering around at night in one night.

These little wizards couldn't understand how Filch, who was originally on the first floor, could reach the fifth floor in just over ten seconds.

The little Gryffindor wizard was only one step away from the common room. When he turned around, Filch at the end of the corridor appeared behind him and took him away.

Even the twins who like to go out at night don’t dare to go out casually now.

"Another day to contribute to improving the learning environment at Hogwarts."

John nodded gratifiedly.

Divination class.

In fact, it didn't matter whether John came or not, because Professor Trelawney was still very fond of him.

Staring into the crystal ball, John could already see something in the mist.

"It was a dark place, with death immersing below. They were eager to pull life into it. Water was both life and poison. Once you drank it, you couldn't stop until it dried up.

The warrior's choice makes blood fight, death blooms in the night, and the unquenchable flame takes away the beloved. "

His eyes were unconsciously covered with a layer of gray, and his voice was hollow and hoarse, like an empty can.

Trelawney had arrived at some point, stopping the others from continuing their noisy and clumsy lies.

Her voice trembled as she called softly, "Dear?"

John's gaze shifted away from the crystal ball, and his pair of gray eyes looked mysterious and terrifying.

The grayness in his eyes faded away, and John felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Lavender's voice trembled with fear, and she said tremblingly: "John has started predicting death again."

Taking a deep breath, John pushed away the uncomfortable feeling.

Cracks appeared on the crystal ball, and then the ball exploded.

Even Trelawney was startled and she covered her heart.

This scene seemed ominous to everyone. Harry and Ron had already reconciled. They stared at John with uncertainty on their faces.