I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"You are now framing a professor at Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin. If you don't have evidence, you will be expelled."

Of course, things like dropping out of school were just something John said casually.

The school rules that Harry broke at Hogwarts could fill the entire common room, but Dumbledore didn't seem to punish him in any way.

Harry didn't know this and felt a little sad, but he saw it with his own eyes and nodded vigorously and said, "I swear, John, I won't lie to you."

Not knowing what was wrong with him, Harry felt that he should tell John.

John obviously respected Snape but was always disliked. He felt that John could not be kept in the dark any longer.

Seeing his confidence, John sighed and said, "Okay, I believe you, but I need to investigate. There's not much time left before the exam, so you'd better review first."

Harry was happy to see that John believed in him.

He felt that he had done a good thing, and went to the Gryffindor common room, shaking off his previous gloom.

But he didn't think about why John was on the eighth floor, because the Slytherin common room was not here.

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Room of Requirement.

John carefully dipped his quill into the ink and wrote a rune on the skrewt's butt.

Only the last stroke was needed to complete it. John even seemed to be exerting force with his eyebrows as he gently stroked the surface of the skrewt.

An 'F' like a bent arm landed on the skrewt's butt.

"It's just one step away."

John's face lit up with joy, he took out his wand, tapped the table, and coughed lightly.

He pointed his wand at the rune on the skrewt's butt, and the magic flowed into it along the chopstick-like tip.

A light flashed on the 'F', and just when John thought he was going to succeed, the light turned into a puff of black smoke, and the skrewt's butt exploded, splashing fragments that hit the crucible.

John, who was on guard, cast an armor spell on himself. After the spell was over, he felt a little depressed.

"It still doesn't work. It seems that it is still too difficult to complete the enchantment with only level 1."

Just now he was trying to refine the butt of the Exploding-Tailed Snail, but it was obviously a failure.

John guessed that there might be something wrong with the ink used to write the runes. Picking up the ink, he said somewhat unwillingly, "Do we have to use the blood of magical creatures?"

Alchemy has been closely related to potions since ancient times, and there are only two places where John can get good materials.

One is the forbidden forest, and the other is the dean's office.

In terms of the difficulty of the two, John decided to go to Hagrid to trouble him.

If I happened to see Snape making Veritaserum in his office, then maybe I could be the one to taste it.

It must not taste very good.

Before leaving, John returned the books he had finished reading to the library.

library.

Our Miss Know-It-All, Hermione Granger, has entered Spartan mode. She has listed a long list of review plans, and she looks like she is going to overwhelm her classmates.

Harry and Ron didn't dare to offend her during this period, as Hermione was preparing to end John's undefeated streak in the final exam week.

She buried her head in her studies, and Harry and Ron became miserable as well, so they were dragged over to study with her, and even Neville was not spared.

When Harry and his friend saw John coming, they felt like they had seen a savior.

"John, here."

Neville shouted excitedly, and was then chased and hit by a suspended feather duster.

"Are you reviewing here?"

John was a little surprised. He didn't find it strange that Hermione was here. Instead, the other three people seemed like little eunuchs accompanying the emperor to study.

"I haven't thanked you yet, John. The things you gave me are very useful." Neville finally learned to shut up and stop being chased and beaten.

He was talking about the pet cage John gave him for Christmas, and the one he put Rafe in and never left.

"As long as you like it." John put the book back and sat in front of a few people and asked in confusion: "Didn't Nicolas Flamel find out?"

"It's Hermione. She's made a long list of revision plans. Oh my God, I might as well go fight a troll." Ron complained loudly and received a new round of feather dusters.

Harry also nodded hurriedly and said, "We are still decades away from the exam."

Hermione frowned and said angrily, "Decades? We only have less than ten weeks left!"

"Look, John has also started reviewing."

John felt a little embarrassed when he was called. He really hadn't reviewed at all, and the books he read were all related to alchemy, which could be said to be completely useless for the exam.

However, this reminded him of the task of Academic Master 2.0, and he still had to suppress Hermione for the remaining time.

John felt stressed out watching her bury herself in books.

"Well, I still have to go find Hagrid, you guys continue."

With an attitude of meeting the King of Volumes, John left after saying this and ignored the pleading looks of the other three people.

Arriving at Hagrid's hut, John felt the heat.

Summer is already in the air, so even if you're afraid of the cold, there's no need to light a fireplace in the house, right?

"Hagrid, are you cooking?"

"Merlin's beard."

Hagrid was startled when he pushed the door open and walked in.

The big body stood in front of the fireplace, and a smile was forced out of the face covered with a hairy beard.

"It's John."

"Who do you think you are?"

John had a strange look on his face. He walked to the chair and looked towards the fireplace.

Hagrid moved calmly to block the view.

He shrugged and said as if he was not surprised: "Well, it seems that Hagrid you have brought another strange thing."

"Norber is not strange, he is a rare Norwegian Ridgeback."

Hagrid retorted subconsciously, and saw John's expression of "as expected".

Big-mouthed Hagrid couldn't keep a secret, and now that he was known, he resigned himself to moving away from the fireplace.

John saw a kettle placed over the fire, and underneath it an egg, perhaps the size of an ostrich egg.

"Is this a dragon egg? Are you sure you won't roast it?"

The dragon egg had been roasted until it was black, and John felt that it was probably three-quarters cooked.

"No, put the eggs in the fire because their mother breathes on them."

Hagrid had done a lot of homework, and when it came to his understanding of magical creatures, Hagrid was definitely at professor level.

John got an idea when he heard this. He was still worried about ink. The powerful fire dragon blood might be a good choice.

A smile appeared on his face, and John's expression made Hagrid feel uneasy.

The bearded man twitched his breath and said in a low voice, "John, you have to promise me not to tell anyone else."

"Oh--?"

John stretched out the last syllable, and his smiling expression made Hagrid feel uneasy. John glanced at the dragon egg and said, "Hagrid, you don't want other people to know about this, do you?"

"John, we're friends," Hagrid muttered.

John said: "A true friend will correct mistakes instead of making them with you, but..."

Hagrid's hopeful eyes fell on John, who smiled brightly: "We are no match for each other, I will certainly not betray you, after all, who doesn't want to own a dragon?"

"Great John, I knew you wouldn't betray me." Hagrid was suddenly as happy as a half-ton child.

John sighed in mock distress, "Actually, I want a dragon, but the twelve uses of dragon blood in the exam give me a headache. And as you know, I don't have much money."

"Don't worry John, when Norbert grows up, you can get free dragon blood."

Hagrid is always generous to his friends.

John smiled, asked Hagrid for a basket of blasting-tailed skrewt butts, and left contentedly.

Shortly after he left, Hagrid went out to the library to look for more books about dragons, and happened to meet the three little ones who were reviewing.

The result is self-evident. The three little ones also discovered the dragon eggs like John, but they kept it a secret for the sake of their friends.

Chapter 26: Unforgiveness and Persecution

Herbal medicine class.

Pomona Sprout is explaining the properties of the Devil's Snare. This scary-looking giant is actually a child who is afraid of the light.

As John listened, he wrote down the key points of alchemy.

After several tests, he found that pigeon feathers were not suitable for writing runes on the butt of a blasting-tailed skrewt. After trying several methods, he made a carving pen using silver basil feathers.

He obtained some blood of magical creatures from the Forbidden Forest and successfully completed alchemy.

His first magic prop was a bracelet, on which the ceramic-like pieces were the butts of skrewts.

It doesn't have much effect, it's probably like a disposable amulet that can release the Iron Armor Spell the moment danger approaches.

This is already the first step. Next, when we get more powerful dragon blood, we may be able to perform higher-level alchemy.

He let his thoughts run wild, nodding from time to time and looking very serious.

The three little ones not far away also became entangled.

"Should we tell John that this is a dragon?" Ron thought the dragon was so cool.

Hermione was very sensible. She frowned and said, "Ron, have you forgotten what we promised Hagrid?"

The fewer people knew about the dragon, the better. Hermione didn't think it was a good thing for John.

During breakfast, Hedwig handed Harry a note from Hagrid.

It told several people that the dragon eggs were about to hatch.

The three little ones didn't want to miss this very rare scene, so much so that the studious Hermione even started to daydream in class.

Harry was surprised to hear her say this: "I thought you would definitely tell John. I mean, you and John are so good friends."

If you ask who among the three little ones has the best relationship with John, it is undoubtedly Hermione.

That's why Harry was surprised. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to help but tell Ron and the others.

"This is against the law! At the 1709 Wizard Conference, a law was officially passed to ban the keeping of dragons. John's situation in Slytherin is already bad enough, and if he is deducted points, it will be even worse."

Everything Hermione said made sense, so Harry had to give up the idea of ​​sharing it with John.

But they didn't expect that John also received the note.

John had been hoping to get dragon blood as experimental material, so he naturally wouldn't miss it.

Looking at Malfoy who was grinning beside him, John wondered if this kid had drunk the joy potion as a drink?

"Malfoy, why are you smiling so abstractly?"

"Wick, you'll never guess what stupid Potter did. I'm going to make him drop out of school this time."

The smile on Malfoy's pale face became more abstract, and his eyes occasionally looked in the direction of the three little ones.

Judging from his posture, it seems that he has caught something on the three little ones.

John shrugged. Well, it wasn't the first time Malfoy had said that.

During the morning break, John did not go to Hagrid's hut openly.

He also knew that dragons were illegal, so he cast a Disillusionment Spell on himself and headed towards Hagrid's hut.

When they got to the cabin, the three little ones were already gathered around the table.

John moved closer, and no one present noticed his arrival.