I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Could it be... the Imperius Curse?

The coolness from knowing the truth turned into ice cold.

Old Barty's hand slowly moved to the pocket containing his wand.

That's the second king, Johnny Silverhand.

Do I really have a chance of winning?

When he touched the magic wand, even a tough guy like old Batty, who had experienced many battles, couldn't stop his heart from pounding.

Take action or wait?

The dilemma made Batty old man feel conflicted.

Sweat wet his temples and his palms were also a little moist.

"No one would have thought it was you." Old Batty spoke with difficulty, staring at the face.

John put down his mask, and his every move seemed to be on old Batty's nerves.

Glancing at old Batty's tense body, John slowly stood up.

Old Batty was concentrating at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot.

But just when Old Batty thought John was going to take action, John said calmly, "This is my sincerity, Old Batty, I'm going to die."

For a moment, old Batty felt as if he had heard it wrong.

He looked up in disbelief, looking at the young, bloodless face.

"What did you say?"

"I'm dying, old Batty." John spread his hands and said helplessly, "It shouldn't be hard to tell."

After saying that, he unbuttoned his collar, revealing half of his neck, covered in black blood vessels.

I can’t tell whether I’m happy or sad.

When he heard the news, old Batty, who was worried about the outcome, relaxed all over.

An indigestible shock appeared on the rigid face.

"Are you going to die?" Old Batty rubbed his eyes hard until his eye sockets turned as red as a panda's.

"Yeah," John grinned, "That's why I took off my mask."

When old Batty thought about it, he felt that this was the only way.

He had thought of so many outcomes, but hadn't thought of this one.

Releasing the wand, Old Batty said with a sigh: "You, you are still so young."

"Youth is what makes people fear you, isn't it?" John leaned back in his chair, seemingly not afraid of death.

"So you want to do something for the Ministry of Magic in the end?" Old Barty was a little moved. He didn't expect the other party to have such a broad mind. He asked, "How long will it take? If you like, I can erect a statue for you in the Ministry of Magic."

"I think you misunderstood." John buttoned up his clothes again, and seeing old Batty being moved by himself, he shook his head and said, "I'm not suddenly kind-hearted."

"So what are you doing?" Facing a dying man, old Batty showed enough patience.

John said solemnly: "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"To Tom Riddle... Voldemort."

Old Batty clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, but he was completely unaware.

He stared at John, who was very calm.

"So I want you to lend me the Ministry for a while, and in return I'll renovate it for free."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Old Barty frowned, "You want to take revenge on the Dark Lord and borrow the Ministry of Magic?"

He even had a feeling that perhaps the other party was too ill to tell the difference.

Borrowed from the Ministry of Magic?

Can that be borrowed?

In other words, there has never been such a precedent in the entire history of magic.

"Voldemort wants something from the Ministry, and he will go there."

John turned and continued, with a convincing light in his eyes, "This is a deal, and it's also an opportunity for you, Minister Crouch."

He didn't address Old Batty, but used the formal title.

Old Batty had a conflicted look on his face, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

Old Batty asked: "If you want to convince me, you need to give enough chips."

His current achievements are enough to make him a popular minister. If the Ministry of Magic is lost, everything will be ruined.

He looked at the young face and couldn't help but imagine that if this person could live to be twenty years old, the entire wizarding world would be impressed by him.

Unfortunately, old Barty was also one of the people who got an 'O' in Potions at Hogwarts, and he could see that John would not live to see that day.

He even laughed at himself for being so obsessed with profit even when facing a dead person.

Maybe I am just a heartless person.

Just like the way he treated little Batty, he is not worthy of being a father at all.

John heard this and said confidently, "You know Xingtu is my man, and the security team is equipped with the 'Z' series."

"These are powerful, but that's the Dark Lord." Old Barty stared at John and said, "This is not enough."

John chuckled and said, "What if we add the Savior and Dumbledore?"

Old Barty fell into deep thought, the man who had defeated Voldemort and the man Voldemort feared the most.

John continued, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​an organization that is no less powerful than the Death Eaters, as you know."

Old Batty's expression changed, and he finally let out a long breath.

"I choose to believe you, Johnny Silverhand, no, John Wick."

John stood up and shook hands with old Batty.

"You won't regret this, Minister Crouch."

...

Chapter 352 Exam and Beginning

John went back on the day of the OWL exam, and basically no one asked where he had been during that time.

In the students' view, if John Wick stayed in one place and was not so mysterious, then he would not be John Wick.

The Ministry of Magic sent invigilators, including the old woman who had supervised Dumbledore's exam, Griselda Marchbanks.

The exam will last for two weeks, with theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon.

Some special ones, such as astronomy, will be conducted at night.

A tense atmosphere spread in Hogwarts Castle, and some students were still cramming and memorizing lessons at the last minute.

"You don't look well, John," Daphne put the milk in front of John.

John took a sip and chuckled, "You know, Daphne."

In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he said, "Mark my words, Daphne."

The worry in Daphne's eyes did not disappear. Malfoy was talking to himself there, covering his ears with his hands to avoid being affected by the outside world.

He needed to memorize as much of the lengthy History of Magic as possible before the theory class arrived.

The theoretical exam was held in the auditorium in the morning.

The long table that was originally placed in the auditorium disappeared, replaced by independent tables and chairs.

The invigilator sits in the staff box, where he can clearly see if anyone is cheating.

Both fifth and seventh graders have to take the exam, and the fifth graders will enter first.

John was sitting there, with Goyle in front of him and Malfoy to his far right.

"Gore, just play normally." He said to the uneasy Gore.

Only then did Gore realize that John was behind him.

"But my brain isn't very good," said Goyle, fidgeting. "They say I look like a troll."

John patted him on the back and comforted him, "Don't worry about what others think. You have to believe in the knowledge you have learned in your mind. If you encounter a question you don't know how to answer, just skip it. Maybe you will be able to answer it after a while."

Gao Er gradually calmed down after hearing this.

The exam began as Professor McGonagall turned over the hourglass on the table.

John glanced at the test paper and dipped his pen in ink.

The first question is about the spell of levitation and the action of waving the wand.

From the time he got the test paper to the time he started writing, John hardly paused.

Like a printing press, the answers were written in neat handwriting.

Gore in front of him seemed to be in trouble, but then he was pleasantly surprised.

It seemed that he listened to John and skipped the questions he didn't know how to answer.

The test lasted two hours, and John finished it in just half an hour.

He put down his pen and looked blank.

A familiar panel appeared before my eyes.

He moved his gaze to the magic line.

According to the training process, it would take him at least another year to reach level 6 magic power.

The Oak Mage doubled the speed at which he absorbed magic power, and it would probably take some time to reach level 6.

Professor McGonagall was patrolling the examination room. Among the crowd of people who were writing furiously or scratching their heads, John's leisurely and contented look was very eye-catching.

She couldn't help herself and walked towards John.

Walking to a stop beside John, Professor McGonagall moved her eyes to the parchment and couldn't help showing her surprise.

Her gaze towards John also changed. She saw Hermione still writing out of the corner of her eye and shook her head reluctantly.

Everyone in Hogwarts knew that Miss Know-It-All Hermione Granger's greatest wish was to surpass John.

But at this moment, Professor McGonagall felt a little desperate for her favorite student.

Facing such a monster, it takes great courage just to look up at him.

Hermione, who was still writing the test paper, suddenly felt her nose itchy. She resisted the urge to rub her nose, feeling as if someone was talking about her.

Looking at her test paper filled with answers, Hermione regained her confidence.

Two hours passed quickly.

When Malfoy walked out of the hall, he seemed to be floating, still muttering when he learned the Hiccuping Charm.

Daphne rubbed her sore wrist and said, "I think I missed a letter on the happy spell."

After lunch, there is a practical exam in the afternoon.

They were called in alphabetical order and entered a small room next to the auditorium.

John was almost the last to be called over.

He saw Malfoy coming out with confidence. For Malfoy, practice was much easier than those lengthy recitations of theory.

When he entered the room, Griselda Marchbank was free.

So he walked over to the old woman's table.

Marchbank looked at the student she was amazed by and said with emotion: "The last time we met was at the Ministry of Magic. Hello, John Wick."

"Professor Marchbank." John responded with a smile.

There were several cups, flowers, and mice on the old woman's table. She said in an old voice, "Take this egg cup and let it turn sideways a few times for me to see."