I swung a sword at Hogwarts

In that case, let’s try another approach.

John took off the big sword on his back and came to the wooden door. He tried to use the unlocking spell, but it obviously didn't work.

"In that case, just break it open."

John held the sword with both hands and slashed at the wooden door.

The sword was already quite heavy, and John was proficient in using it, so with one strike of the sword, wood chips flew everywhere.

When he struck the wooden door for the tenth time, it finally collapsed.

Held the greatsword on his shoulder, John stepped into the wooden door.

The second room was pitch black, and John blinked, feeling a little uncomfortable going from light to darkness.

Walking inside, light rose in the room.

The lights that illuminated the entire room were bright, and it was a huge chessboard.

John was standing at the side at this time, looking around. There were two kinds of chess pieces, black and white, on the chessboard.

Judging from the style, it seems to be the same thing as the wizard chess, with a wooden door behind the white chess pieces.

"Ron?"

At this moment, he noticed a red-haired figure lying outside the chessboard.

John's heart sank. Could something have happened?

After calling a few times and hearing no response, John wanted to go over.

But the white chess pieces on the opposite chessboard drew their weapons and blocked the way. John looked gloomy and said in a cold voice: "Either get out of the way or I'll smash you to pieces before I can get through."

Obviously the white chess piece didn't want to give way, so John didn't hesitate and attacked directly with his magic wand.

"Reducto"

The soldier in the front was shattered by the white light, which stirred up a hornet's nest.

The white chess pieces moved out one after another, and John cast an illusion spell on himself, disappearing in front of the white chess pieces.

The vigilant white chess piece didn't quite understand the situation, and the greatsword rubbed against his body, creating sparks and smashing another chess piece.

With a magic wand in his left hand and a greatsword in his right hand, John blended into the darkness and continued to massacre the white chess pieces.

The shattered white chess piece wanted to recover, and John's face turned grim. This superb transfiguration skill might be a hurdle set by Professor McGonagall.

"Recover? Mix you all together and see how you can recover."

With a wave of the magic wand, all the broken white chess pieces floated up and gathered together.

John looked at the White King. It seemed that this was the core.

He jumped up, twisted his waist and turned around, and with a powerful blow, he split the White King apart from the top of his head.

The white chess piece stopped moving, and John frowned as he looked at the slightly deformed sword.

"This sword is still not good enough."

After dealing with the chess piece, he came to Ron.

After shaking Ron, he finally woke up.

"Ron are you okay?"

Ron was also a little confused. He only remembered that he chose to sacrifice himself so that Harry could capture the White King. After that, he lost all memory because he was knocked unconscious.

Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes, saw nothing in front of him, and screamed in fear.

"It's me, Ron, are you okay?"

John removed the Disillusionment Curse and showed concern for Ron.

"I'm fine, I just feel a little dizzy. Why are you here, John?"

Realizing something was wrong, Ron looked at John with his mouth open.

John shrugged and said lightly, "Hagrid was worried that something might happen to you, so he asked me to come and take a look."

Well, this reason is barely acceptable.

Ron felt dizzy, and he stood up and swayed a few times and almost fell down.

Just as John was considering whether to send Ron back first, Hermione came out from another door.

"Ron!"

Hermione shouted anxiously, and then she saw John standing next to Ron. She was stunned for a moment.

"Hermione, where's Harry?"

"Harry is heading to the final level, why are you here John?"

So John explained the reason again and looked towards a door over there.

Hermione saw his movements and said, "Harry has passed. The antidote for the fifth level has been used up."

The antidote was gone, so no matter how worried Hermione was, it was useless. She could only go and see if she could find Dumbledore and bring him back.

"Fire." John subconsciously touched his pocket where he kept several bottles of potions.

Coincidentally not.

He happened to have a bottle of fireproof potion in his pocket. Coincidentally, he found this potion in "Powerful Potion" and it needed to be refined with dragon's blood.

He only had this one bottle, which was just enough to get through.

"Then you guys go out first as planned. I'll go help Harry."

After that, John ignored Hermione's surprise and went in through the door behind the white chess piece.

As soon as he entered, John smelled a foul odor.

He was very familiar with this smell. After all, he had once dealt with a big creature with the same smell.

But this time the smell was even more pungent, and John's eyes were filled with tears because of the spiciness.

In his blurry vision, he saw a giant monster lying on the ground.

This troll was even bigger than the last one. There was a huge lump on its head and it looked like it had been unconscious for some time.

Just when John thought he didn't have to fight the troll anymore, the fallen troll opened his eyes at an inopportune time.

[Ding, kill the second giant monster, any point +1, blessing: Giant Monster Nemesis]

[Giant Killer: Greatly increases damage to giant creatures, and increases the fear of giant creatures]

A task was triggered and John narrowed his eyes.

Seeing that the huge monster was waking up, John cast an illusion spell on himself.

He came behind the troll before it woke up.

Apparently the lump was telling him where the troll's weakness was.

John aimed at the head and hit it with all his strength, shattering it to pieces.

The poor troll was knocked away again just as he got up. This time it was even worse. A huge hole was blown out on his head and blood kept flowing out of it.

Soon it gathered into a small stream on the ground.

At the same time, the system sent a notification that the task was completed. Even Dumbledore would not have thought of his simple and crude way of passing the level.

Reaching the last door, John reached out and pushed it open.

Purple flames appeared before his eyes, blocking the road. John took out the fireproof potion and prepared to drink it.

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes blurred as he summoned the panel.

[Magic: Level 3 (105/1500)]

【魔咒：阿拉霍洞开（3级）、漂浮咒（4级）、变形咒（2级）、幻身咒（3级）、荧光闪烁（2级）、火焰熊熊（3级）、粉身碎骨（3级）、厉火（2级）……】

【技能：短武器精通（7级）、大剑精通（4级）、热武器精通（1级）、如尼文精通（1级）、炼金术精通（1级）】

[Blessings: Physical Fitness, Speed ​​Attack, Precision, Academic Master, Pilot, Long-Distance Runner, Sword Dance, Night Demon, Giant Monster Killer]

"My Disillusionment Charm failed in front of Dumbledore last time. I shouldn't be careless this time."

Having made up his mind, John set his eyes on the Disillusionment Spell and added the random point he had just obtained on it.

The Disillusionment Spell number jumped and became level 4.

Chapter 32 Voldemort and the Backstab

John was satisfied after doing everything, and he cast a disillusionment spell on himself again.

A level 4 Disillusionment Charm is no less powerful than the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

John took out the fireproof potion, drank it, and walked into the fire.

Just like drinking ice water, the fireproof potion instantly penetrated his entire body.

The flames licked his body, but there was no burning sensation at all.

John continued to move forward along the flames, passing the purple flames and reaching the black flames.

He could feel that the fireproof potion in his body was disappearing quickly, so he quickened his pace and tried to get away from the black flames before the effect disappeared.

In front of him was the last room.

At the same time, there were already two people inside.

John tensed up when he saw the taller man.

It's Quirrell.

And the one being held hostage by Quirrell in front of the mirror was Harry.

"What's wrong with this mirror? What is its function? Help me, master!"

"Use that boy... use that boy..."

"Potter, come here!"

Quirrell seemed to be talking to himself or asking a question. John walked out of the fire, his steps slow and gentle.

He knew that now was not a good time, Voldemort had not appeared yet, and he could not take action.

What made John even more curious was how Quirrell survived.

I have to say that this person's life is as dangerous as that of a cockroach.

His aura became even weaker, and a strong stench of decay emanated from his body.

It was as if the person in front of him was not a living person, but a corpse.

Harry was held hostage by Quirrell and brought to the mirror. At this moment, Harry thought a lot.

He didn't expect that Snape, whom he thought was a bad guy, was actually protecting himself, and that Quirrell, whom he thought was the victim, was the real bad guy.

He wanted to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but now he didn't know how to do it.

Quirrell was aggressive, and Harry stood in front of the mirror.

Harry winked at him in the mirror and put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

Only Harry knew all this; no one else, not even Quirrell, knew.

Harry began to lie with his eyes open: "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, and I... Findor won the House Cup."

Not getting what he wanted made Quirrell furious.

"Get away from me!" Quirrell pushed Harry away and lingered in front of the mirror, cursing.

Harry stepped back, the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and tried to take this opportunity to escape.

But he had not taken five steps when he heard the same sound that Quirrell had made when he had asked himself questions and answered them.

"He's lying!"

Quirrell realized that he had been tricked and became even more furious.

He was already weak because he had not sucked the unicorn's blood. If Voldemort did not have other ways to prolong his life, he would have died by now.