I swung a sword at Hogwarts

When Malfoy saw the notice, he simply ripped it off and tore it up.

Everyone is not surprised.

Pansy finally walked out of the shadow of that carriage and looked envious at the gifts Daphne received.

She glanced at the boys in Slytherin, thinking that she also needed to find a boy who could make gifts for her by himself.

But what she saw were the silly faces of Crabbe and Goyle, which made her so angry that she kicked them.

hall.

The special training class, which was just about to do a big job, became a little panicked.

This order came at a perfect time.

Ron said angrily, "See, I told you so."

"What!" Hermione was angry. "Not John!"

"If not him, who else could it be?" Ron said sarcastically. "Only he and Greengrass were there that day. Could it be someone else?"

Hermione cast a spell on the paper so that after signing, a reaction would occur as long as the secret was told.

But no one in the auditorium was in any danger.

When John arrived at the auditorium, he noticed the angry looks coming from there.

After a moment's thought, he knew what was going on.

"What are you looking at, Weasley!" Malfoy shouted rudely.

Ron's face was panicked for a moment, but he quickly remembered that he was a prefect.

Malfoy led his men directly and attacked Ron crazily.

Ron was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but there was no doubt that he was no match for Malfoy when it came to fists.

...

Umbridge's announcement caused quite a stir in the school.

But this had no effect on Slytherin.

Umbridge even included a Quidditch team in the club.

She seemed to enjoy the feeling of being in control, and Montague found John to ask about the Quidditch team.

"Just train as usual." John waved his hand casually.

Montgomery felt relieved. Malfoy leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs and asked, "Don't you need to worry about that order?"

"Unless she wants to expel all of Slytherin." John chuckled, "But she doesn't dare."

Malfoy grinned and said, "I really want to see Potter and the others' ugly faces."

Slytherin admires the strong.

In their opinion, Umbridge was not a strong person.

Umbridge's attempt to force Slytherin to surrender in this way was a miscalculation.

But John still appeared in Umbridge's office, with a pretentious smile on his sagging old face.

"Mr. Wick, apparently you are involved in some violations of Education Order 24."

Umbridge deliberately pinched her voice to be coquettish, "I need to remind you of the punishment for violating the Education Order."

John looked at Umbridge calmly.

Shooting yourself in the foot?

Umbridge had obviously heard something and wanted to find the oldest student to establish her authority.

Harry Potter, the restless troublemaker, has been taught a lesson, and now it's John Wick's turn.

"I know you Muggle students always want to do something out of the ordinary and attract attention." Umbridge said hypocritically.

"I used to be a Slytherin," Umbridge said in a high-pitched voice like a girl with a fake smile, as if telling a little secret, "I can give you a chance."

Umbridge thought, Slytherin obeying a Mudblood?

Don't those purebloods have any sense of shame?

Her stubby fingers pushed a slender quill to John, giggling, "I want you to write, I can't lie."

With some mirth, she said meaningfully, "Until these words are engraved in your heart."

She wanted to use this boy to establish her authority and bring Slytherin under her control.

The thought of being able to control Slytherin made Umbridge feel extremely excited.

She herself is a mixed-blood, but she hates her other half's Muggle ancestry so much that she has always claimed to be a pure-blood.

He even hated his mother for letting him have Muggle blood.

Those annoying Muggle students should just stay at the bottom of society!

John glanced at her, and as her smile grew wider, he casually picked up the quill.

...

Chapter 299 The strong and the weak

John turned the long, thin feather pen in his hand, stroked the feather lightly with his fingers, and said lightly, "Interesting prop."

He had no intention of writing, but stared at Umbridge's somewhat stiff face.

"There is no precedent of using dark magic to punish students at Hogwarts."

Holding the pen between his slender fingers and twisting it, John looked at Umbridge jokingly and said, "What do you think would happen if the Ministry of Magic knew that you used dark magic to punish students outside?"

Umbridge chuckled and said in a coquettish voice: "I just let the disobedient students learn a profound lesson."

"Why don't I give you a chance?" John put the pen on the table and pushed it towards Umbridge, saying meaningfully, "Copy it, or I don't mind asking the Ministry of Magic to withdraw your position."

Umbridge laughed, looking at John like a spoiled child, and pushed the pen back.

"Kid, the outside world is not Hogwarts."

"is it?"

John raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair, and playfully said a string of names: "Draco Malfoy."

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Millicent Bostro."

"Theodore Nott."

"Daphne Greengrass."

"..."

The names of the Slytherin students were called out one by one, and Umbridge was absent-minded at first.

But gradually her smile could no longer be maintained.

John crossed his fingers and placed them under his chin. His deep eyes gave people a sense of invisible pressure.

"I don't understand what you mean by this?" Umbridge coughed twice and forced a fake smile to remain calm.

"Don't understand?" John smiled solemnly and said jokingly, "Don't you understand what these people's surnames represent?"

"Some of them are descendants of Hogwarts directors, sons of high-ranking officials, nephews of celebrities, and daughters of wealthy businessmen..."

Raising his eyebrows, John chuckled and said, "As long as we are willing, it won't be difficult to get these people to jointly fire an investigator."

Umbridge could no longer maintain her smile, and her face looked ugly. She tried to save face by saying softly, "That was them, not you."

"Wrong," John returned to his chair and leaned back, his eyelids slightly raised, like a disdainful emperor, his voice was not loud but clearly audible, "It's us."

"boom!"

The flimsy wooden door was knocked open by two big men.

Malfoy walked over to John with a reckless step, and stood behind him under Umbridge's surprised gaze.

Next came Daphne, Pansy, Theodore...

The green of Slytherin occupied the office. They stared silently. The condensed power was like glass. The light shone on it, refracting a strong light that made people's eyes swell.

The pink cat plate on the wall was blocked by students, and John was surrounded by the crowd.

"You, you guys!" Umbridge snapped.

The only things that responded to her were those pairs of eyes, some defiant, some sinister, and some fanatical.

John stood up and straightened his wrinkled sleeves, "We are Slytherin, calculating and strength comes first."

"Weak people, look up to us, remember our strength, remember our attitude.

Powerful ones, fear us, remember our cohesion, remember our pride.

The gift of God will bring you to your knees, and we…”

John raised the corner of his mouth and pushed the quill forward again.

Facing the fanatical gazes of the Slytherin students, his voice was filled with an irresistible magic, "It will make you stand up."

Umbridge slumped in her chair, her chest heaving violently.

She wanted, really wanted to expel this Muggle-born student.

But she...didn't dare.

The Slytherin walked out of the office with his head held high.

They won.

There was no one to make their king apologize.

They are united and covered with thorns.

Stupid rumors can't hurt them at all, they thrive on gossip.

The weak seek protection from the strong.

And Slytherin...

He is originally a strong person.

Either turn a blind eye and let the Slytherin matter go.

Or wait to accept Slytherin's counterattack and lose your position.

John gave Umbridge a choice.

Of course he could do it himself, but isn't this better?

Ambition, shrewdness, glory.

Slytherin wins.

No one can shake it.

...

No one except Slytherin can replicate this operation.

Because they are not united enough.

The brave lion, the solitary eagle, and the non-confrontational badger.

None of them can.

The weak are in the majority and they are weak.

The brave lion can't stand a little rumor.

When John came out from Umbridge, Ron, who had been gloating, was dumbfounded.

Harry rubbed the back of his hand, confused as to why John seemed fine.

"You should know that it wasn't John who snitched," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said viciously, "If it was him, why would he be called over by Umbridge?"