I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Since Hagrid was away temporarily, John had to come back and take on the task of raising the Zouwu.

Although it doesn't matter if the Zouwu is left free, it can feed itself.

But if such a big guy is not restrained, it can easily cause trouble to other creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

"Don't go to the centaurs. They have bad tempers."

John patiently instructed Zouwu and used mental magic to soothe its uneasy heart caused by separation.

Basil was standing on a tree, and under the tree was Tom, who was trying to climb up.

The stalemate between the bird and the dog lasted for two hours.

Basil was so annoyed that he raised his wings and threw a wild fruit down, hitting Tom on the head.

Tom became even angrier and barked and wanted to climb up.

Its dog claws climbed up the tree, leaving scratches that tore the bark.

"Okay, let's go back."

He blew a whistle and called back the two little guys who were in a stalemate.

Basil flew to John's shoulder and landed, and Tom circled around John.

Zouwu looked back at John every few steps, and John waved at it.

A little thestral ran up to John and stared at him with its pupil-less eyes.

John went to check it out and saw a growing Thestral feather. He was surprised and said, "It's rare to see Thestral feathers at your age."

Patting the little thestral head, John asked Basil to fly to Hagrid's hut and bring some meat.

The bloody raw meat was placed in front of the little Thestral, as the price in exchange for the Thestral feather.

It is also the tacit understanding between John and Yezhi.

The little Thestral returned to the tribe after taking the raw meat away.

...

Today is Care of Magizoology.

As a substitute teacher, Professor Grubbly-Plank brought in Bowtruckle.

This is a magical animal that is proficient in picking locks. On the black market, these little guys are priceless.

“Hogwarts is like a treasure, always bringing unexpected surprises.”

The little branch-like creature stood in John's palm, as if it were acting as a real branch.

Harry was in a bad mood and he was eager to know Hagrid's whereabouts.

So he asked Professor Grubbly-Plank when everyone was choosing food for the Bowtruckle, and got a firm reply of "I don't know".

This made him a little annoyed, but he didn't want to know it.

There was something cold in Malfoy's eyes as he passed by him.

Harry glared back in dissatisfaction. Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, knowing that they couldn't let Harry do whatever he wanted now.

They blocked the passionate gaze between the two, and Hermione advised him, "If anything happens to Hagrid, Dumbledore will definitely know."

"Ouch!" Harry cried out in pain as the Bowtruckle grabbed him hard because he had held on to him too tightly.

Hermione's persuasion did not make him feel better. He still had to go to detention and deal with that annoying pink toad.

The door to the Herbology greenhouse opened.

Fourth grade students walked out.

Luna and Ginny came out.

They have class together today.

There is a fart noise in Luna's pocket and the Snorlax appears in John's pocket.

He put his hand into his pocket and felt it feel heavy.

Catching the Snorklein and taking it out, Malfoy immediately became alert.

John squinted his eyes as he weighed the Snorlax. "You've gotten heavier and bigger."

The Scimitar-Horned Snorkle was about to run into John's bag when he heard this and mooed.

John thought it might be related to the amount of magic energy he consumed. He said thoughtfully, "Maybe I should give you something else to eat."

Eating fruit alone won't make you grow, so John wants to see if the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax can grow.

He took a dragon fruit from the bag and used his horn to hold it up, and the Snorlax farted again and left.

Remembering that the armor he had taken from Lestrange was still there, John said something to Malfoy and the others and headed for Hagrid's hut.

It was no different here than when I last left. Hagrid was too lazy to even fix the broken window glass.

Taking out the huge suit of armor from the small bag, John took out his wand and waved it.

The huge set of armor was neatly arranged on a shelf.

After finishing everything, he left a letter for Hagrid.

Otherwise Hagrid would think a troll had lived in his house and left a suit of armor behind.

Although this armor was modified by John.

John's eyes narrowed when he noticed something was left in the stove.

What remained was a piece of parchment, which seemed to be a letter that had not been burned completely.

He stretched out his hand, and only a corner of the parchment remained and flew into his palm.

John held the corner in his hand, lost in thought.

...

Harry was given detention for talking back to the Inquisitor.

There is no way to solve this problem even if we tell Professor McGonagall.

Now that the Ministry of Magic has made it clear that it wants to intervene and rectify the situation, the other professors can't say anything.

In fact, it may not be a bad thing, just as Professor Flitwick said.

People like Trelawney, who were more of a liar than a teacher, were also recruited by Dumbledore as teachers.

It is true that Trelawney does have the third eye, but the triggering state remains a mystery, and teaching relies more on some psychological methods.

Only John, a gifted person, could be taught; the other students were all confused.

Couldn't Dumbledore just keep people at Hogwarts?

Does he have to be a teacher?

Perhaps Dumbledore was not suitable to be a headmaster, as many of the decisions he made did not consider the students' future.

As a weapon to check and balance Dumbledore, Umbridge has great authority in Hogwarts.

You can put students in solitary confinement, make them copy as punishment, deduct points, etc.

So it was reasonable for Harry to be put in detention.

Professor McGonagall, as Deputy Headmistress, was unable to make changes.

But Professor McGonagall could never have imagined that Umbridge's confinement was not simple.

Arrive at five o'clock.

Harry walked into Umbridge's office.

Since she was not a professor, she had to arrange a new office.

Fortunately, there are many empty rooms in Hogwarts.

As Harry walked in, he saw many different colored cat dishes.

The cats were wearing bows of various colors.

Harry felt sick.

He had hoped that Umbridge would allow him to try out for Quidditch Keeper on Friday, but was unfortunately rejected.

Because Harry was going to spend a week in detention.

Umbridge said delicately, "You will write a few sentences for me, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill."

She stopped Harry from taking out his quill and instead handed him a long, thin black quill with an extremely sharp tip.

"I want you to write, and I can't lie." She said softly.

"How many times should I write it?" Harry asked. It didn't matter how many times he wrote it, as long as he could get himself selected for Quidditch.

"Write until this sentence is engraved on your heart." Umbridge said in a coquettish voice, with an inquiring expression, "Begin to write."

Harry thought detention was some kind of punishment, nothing more than copying.

He inquired about the lack of ink, but Umbridge told him that it was not needed.

In the wizarding world, anything is possible.

Harry didn't think much about it. He just picked up the pen and started writing. The bright red ink appeared on the paper like blood.

As soon as he finished writing the first sentence, Harry gasped in pain.

A line of words appeared on the back of his hand, as if they had been scraped by a knife, and were bright red.

Soon the words disappeared, and Harry looked up at Umbridge.

See that toad-like face with a disgusting smile.

"Write it."

...

Chapter 294: Lady Snake and the Attack

Harry wrote for several hours before being let go, but Umbridge looked as if she was determined to make him carve the words into his body.

After returning, he met Ron, who was making up dreams for the divination class.

Ron asked about detention, and Harry only said copy sentences.

"That's pretty easy, compared to cleaning trophies or something."

As someone who had been in detention several times, Ron felt very relaxed.

But whether it was easy or not, only Harry himself knew.

The second confinement was still the same, copying sentences.

Harry felt that he was in a silent battle with Umbridge, and that he would win.

...

Plymouth Colony.

Silverhand Johnny American Branch.

Johnson's strong body, like a pile of rocks, was still blocking the door, and the people with evil intentions seemed to have disappeared.

At night, his pair of eyes as big as copper bells looked around.

He banged his fist on the pillar next to him, and a neon sign lit up above it.

The flirty salesman adjusted his tie and waited for the customer to arrive.

There weren't so many people in the store at night, but they were all dressed in mysterious clothes.

A short wizard came here, and Johnson frowned, because the guy looked like an underage wizard.

"Pass." Johnson did not let the wizard pass directly, but asked for something.

At night, Silver Hand Johnny is only open to people with a pass. The short wizard is covered in a cloak and is searching for something with his hand.

Just when Johnson was getting a little impatient, the guy made a surprised sound.