I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John thought for a moment and said, "It should be fine."

Malfoy thought this answer was really perfunctory, and asked: "What about Umbridge?"

"It shouldn't be a big deal."

This answer caused Malfoy to fall silent.

Only the three little ones remembered the last person who was bitten, and they suddenly felt happy that they could see Umbridge turned into a dog.

Daphne asked curiously, "Why did Professor Hagrid take Tom away?"

"He probably thought Tom would be punished." John shrugged.

After the incident with Buckbeak, Hagrid was afraid that Tom would be punished in the same way.

But he didn't know that punishment would be given to different people.

Apart from anything else, John has the entire Slytherin standing behind him, and no one would bother a cute little dog.

After the astronomy exam, the only compulsory course left was the History of Magic exam.

John also needs to take exams in the optional subjects of Muggle Studies and Arithmancy.

After the Arithmancy exam, tomorrow will be the last day of History of Magic exams.

night.

John stood in the hallway. It was curfew.

Mrs. Norris walked gracefully to John's feet with a cat-like step and rubbed her neck against John's trouser leg.

He bent down and picked up Mrs. Loris, who had grown a size bigger.

"You're here, where's Filch?"

He didn't see Filch appear, so it seemed he wasn't here.

Take the brush out of the handbag and brush Mrs. Norris's fur.

Mrs. Loris squinted her eyes comfortably and made a snoring sound, which was very comfortable.

Because of being bitten by Tom, Umbridge was admitted to the school hospital.

Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't help asking Professor McGonagall what had bitten her.

The wound didn't look like it was caused by a dog's teeth, and the flesh was almost torn off.

If you didn't know, you would think that some large carnivore attacked her.

What was even more troublesome was that the blood from that leg just wouldn't stop flowing.

Once the gauze is wrapped around it, the liquid will soon soak through the gauze and flow out.

The school hospital was in a panic and used more than a dozen different medicines.

Umbridge was like petrified. Although she was still conscious, she could not move.

Professor McGonagall had done her best by sending the person there, and she had no idea what had happened.

Umbridge's life was saved with great difficulty, but how long she would be unable to move would probably depend on when the antidote was available.

Madam Pomfrey was at a loss, but she had a general idea of ​​how to deal with this petrification phenomenon.

Well, like the Basilisk incident.

Unfortunately, you have to wait a while before you can get Mandrake.

This would be something worth celebrating, if we didn't have to take exams.

John made a ball of the hair he had combed from Mrs. Norris's body, threw the ball to her, and walked out of the castle.

As he stepped on the grass, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stopped and looked up.

The Whomping Willow swayed in the night, and the passage below seemed like a portal to another world.

John walked inside.

The Whomping Willow was immobilized by him, walked to the passage, and moved forward along the passage.

He arrives at the Shrieking Shack.

...

Chapter 354: The Shrieking Shack and the Mysterious Shadow

The Shrieking Shack was dark.

The terrifying and hideous wallpaper clearly indicated that there once was a werewolf.

John walked through the shed until he came to the room where the Boggart had been found.

After the cabinet was moved away, a gap was left here.

Instead of going in, he stood outside.

Turning to walk towards the other room, he was sure that someone had been in the Shrieking Shack.

There was a thin layer of dust on the ground.

Walking to a door, the moonlight happened to fall into the room, and through the shadows on the ground, John could confirm that there was someone inside.

There was a door between them, but he didn't push it open.

"Tell me, what should I do?" he asked his doubts.

The moonlight was obscured by the clouds and the shadows disappeared.

John stared down through the crack in the door.

Suddenly, a piece of paper popped out from underneath.

John picked it up and took a look.

"Live to die."

He looked at the handwriting, then looked at the door, but still didn't push it open.

He turned and went downstairs.

My eyes were drawn to a box.

He walked over and picked up the box, then looked back deeply.

There seemed to be a figure right there, but the face was blurry and unclear.

When he walked out of the Shrieking Shack, he had a box in his hand.

Through the passage we came from, there is a protruding stone under the Whomping Willow.

After removing the stone, there was a water bottle inside, which was no bigger than a thumb.

The blood inside glowed bright red under the moonlight.

...

The stars in the Star Club are as beautiful as those outside.

From the establishment of the Star Society to the present day, this super-large alchemical machine has never stopped working.

The starlight shines on the round table under the dome.

The round table separated to reveal the weapons storage underneath.

The boiling cauldron seemed to never stop, and the thick smoke rose up and jumped back and forth repeatedly.

John walked down the stairs and came to the crucible.

The liquid in the pot was always bubbling, as if something was missing.

John slit his wrists and the blood dripped into the crucible.

The boiling liquid cools down quickly.

His other hand opened, and a surge of magic flowed into it.

The liquid in the crucible separated into two sides and turned into two red dragons spinning in it.

The red dragon pulled out a vortex, and as the liquid spun, the white smoke came out again.

This time, John took out his wand.

The magic wand acted like an exhaust fan, absorbing all the white smoke.

The red oak wand became ethereal and John's right hand was covered in silver.

He raised his wand high, and the stars in the dome burst into light.

The light of the stars gathered into an extremely bright beam of light and fell down.

The magic crystals created by absorbing magic power every day release their power at this moment, creating magic power that is a hundred times more powerful than the last time.

Tiny cracks appeared on the illusory magic wand, and John was hit by a huge force, and his pale face turned rosy.

His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the blood that was about to come out.

Under the huge pressure of magic, his body was almost enveloped.

John let out a low growl and grasped his wand.

"The stars change."

The wand bent visibly, like a bamboo being bent.

Just moving is a long struggle.

The red dragon in the crucible showed signs of dispersing.

John also became anxious.

His breathing became rapid, and with his efforts, the huge beam of magic light moved towards the crucible.

The wand firmly absorbed the huge amount of magic power and bent to a frightening degree.

Finally, the magic power touched the crucible.

The red dragon inside was impacted by the magic power and roared as if it came alive.

John almost fainted. As soon as he loosened his grip, his wand flew out and pierced straight into the wall of the armory.

But John couldn't relax yet, he forced himself to stand up.

He held the crown in both hands, and in the starlight that was like a gorgeous rainbow, a gorgeous crown condensed in his hands.

He gazed at the diadem and put it on his head.

It seems like nothing has changed.

But somehow, he felt that he had something more.

That is wisdom.

Those who pursue, seek but cannot obtain.

He who gives up already possesses it.

At that moment, John looked at the crucible, and his movements were so perfect.

The silver-covered fingers poked the red dragon's body.

It was like a balloon being popped and the red dragon exploded.

He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle of powder.

Fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became calm.

"Finally, a bit of mysterious substance from the magician."

John chanted the spell like a hymn.

That mysterious substance is called emotion.

The point condensed in between is even smaller than a speck of dust.