I swung a sword at Hogwarts

As it fell into the crucible, the magical cooking liquid evaporated instantly.

The dazzling pillar of magic power suddenly stopped.

The crucible, without any pressure or stability, broke free from its restraints and flew out.

After landing, huge smoke came out of the crucible and enveloped the Star Society.

It was not scalding hot, but something moist and cool like mist.

John couldn't see through this thing either. He moved forward in the vast whiteness and saw the crucible that was still intact.

"Click."

There was a crisp cracking sound, and before John's eyes, the crucible broke in half in the middle and fell down.

The fallen crucible hit the ground, and the impact shattered both halves into countless pieces.

"Well, it's incomplete," John muttered, and walked to the crucible with hope and expectation.

He could hear his heart beating violently.

The physical discomfort seemed to improve at this moment.

Finally, this not-so-long distance was completed.

With trepidation, he carefully picked up the pieces.

Just like digging for gold in a dangerous mine, he was very cautious in every move.

Finally, when he picked up a triangular piece of debris, he saw the blood underneath.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the blood color became bright and clear under the starlight.

John picked it up, and the moment he actually touched it, he felt that all this was not a dream.

"Success."

Even with the prediction, John couldn't help but laugh.

He staggered to his feet, his body covered in dust and mess.

The weapons arsenal is also somewhat unrecognizable.

He clenched his hands around the object and held it high.

Looking around, he smiled bitterly.

"Thank goodness there's magic."

He took off the crown on his head, and it turned into starlight and disappeared in his hand.

After searching for a while, he found his wand.

The red oak wand was embedded in the wall, and John had to work hard to pull it out.

Fortunately, the wand itself is hard and strong, otherwise John would need to find a new wand.

Walking out of the armory, he found that the fog seemed to have taken root in the Star Society.

"Okay, it can be used as a weather for the Star Society." John raised his wand and the mist floated up to the dome.

The dome, which was originally full of stars, now had something like clouds.

When the fog cleared, John felt that his body was not as tired anymore.

Perhaps this is how mood brings about physical and mental happiness.

John even considered taking a shower in the prefects' bathroom.

After all, it's a bit shabby now.

He did as he was told and headed for the prefects' bathroom.

I took a nice bath.

But when he looked down, he saw dense black blood vessels on his body.

He looked up again and to the other side.

There is a mirror there.

"Turns out it was just an illusion." He said as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Looking at him in the mirror, the black blood vessels on his neck have extended to his cheeks.

He rubbed his eyebrows and coughed because his throat was itchy.

Black blood stained the ground and he spat out large mouthfuls of black blood.

The black lines on that pale face became more obvious.

It made him look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

After cleaning up the black blood, he heard some movement coming from the pool.

Looking back, he saw Myrtle.

"John?" Myrtle, who used to be greedy for male beauty, now stared at John and the black blood in a daze.

She was stunned for a moment, then flew over and said, "Are you going to die? Then can you become a ghost after you die?"

John looked at Myrtle, who didn't seem sad, and couldn't help choking up.

Not only did you not comfort me, you even cursed me.

...

There is a subject at Hogwarts that both wizards and Muggles can learn.

But they both have one thing in common, which is that they are extremely painful to learn.

Malfoy was well aware of this.

He still didn't understand why he had to remember the goblin rebellion of the eighteenth century.

However, under the test, everyone is equal.

Machiban was invigilating and they returned to the auditorium.

"John, did you not sleep well last night?" Malfoy saw John's expression and couldn't help but tease him, "Are you afraid that you won't remember? I understand that, too."

"By the way, aren't you hot, with your collar so high?"

John rolled his eyes at him and said sarcastically, "You'd better figure out where the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century started."

Having said that, Malfoy thought about it, and sadly found that he couldn't remember it.

"It's over."

He wailed in despair, and John laughed, then began to cough.

The cough is a bit severe.

Malfoy frowned and was about to ask when he heard the candidates entering.

...

Chapter 355: Examination Room Sudden Situation and Dream

Today is the last day and the exam is no longer in the morning, but in the afternoon.

After this exam, everyone will be liberated.

Exam results will be sent to each candidate via OWL in July.

John walked into the examination room, still in the same position, staring at the back of Goyle's head.

Marchban turned the hourglass over, which meant the start of the exam.

Turning the test paper over, the pen tip made a rustling sound on the parchment.

Everyone wants to finish the exam as soon as possible so that they can have a good sleep.

The summer heat and the dizzying questions made sweat drip from the tip of a student's nose.

He wiped away the sweat hurriedly.

John was in no hurry to answer the questions.

He glanced around as if longingly, and he could see Goyle scratching his head, unable to think of an answer.

Malfoy ran his hands through his hair, as if the answer might fall from it.

Hermione carefully measured the spaces between words and lines with a ruler.

Harry seemed to be in a daze, probably because the bumblebee outside kept banging its head against the glass, making a noise that disturbed him.

Ron is different. He is calm and doesn't care whether the answer is correct or not, as he just leaves it to fate.

John didn't know why he could see such a confident, lucky and guilty expression on Ron.

Daphne dipped the quill John had given her in ink and concentrated on writing the answer on the parchment.

As academic masters, Hermione and Daphne only need to stop and think occasionally.

The others were racking their brains but couldn't come up with any, so they finally decided to just guess.

John looked at all the different kinds of people.

He started writing.

He wrote more slowly, and after writing a few lines, a coughing sound came out of his mouth.

The sound was not loud, but it echoed in the quiet auditorium.

March class shifted her gaze to John, who she marveled at more than once during the proctoring session.

"Maybe a little flu."

Even though it wasn't flu season, Marchban didn't think too much about it.

John's cough didn't bother anyone else, so she ignored it.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after an hour, John stopped writing.

His eyes scanned the questions and answers one by one.

Did wand legislation contribute to or lead to better control of the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century?

How was the Statute of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what was done to prevent it from happening again?

Please state...

He looked at the answers to these questions like a work of art.

Written in elegant round script on parchment, after the ink dries, its unique beauty resembles a poem written by a poet rather than a test paper.

Placing the pen next to the parchment, he began to let his mind wander.

The rustling sound of writing actually helps me sleep.

For some people who are not strong-willed, it is very grueling.

John closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then he slowly raised his hand.

At that moment, the attention of all the examiners on the field shifted over.

The closest to him was Professor Tofudi. He turned his gaze over and asked in an angry voice, "Wick, what's wrong?"

Tofty's voice stopped the sound of answering questions, and the student looked up at John.

John answered honestly, "I'm feeling a little under the weather."

"If it's just a little bit, you'd better bear with it." Tofty suggested, "The exam is almost over."

He thought John would sit down obediently, but John didn't mean to do so.

"I think I'll have to go to the hospital wing, Professor."

John's answer disappointed Tofty. He felt that this student didn't even have this little patience.

Even though John had shown such amazing talent in the exam, Tofty's face darkened at this moment.

"Okay, okay, I hope you are not feeling well, and not trying to find the hidden History of Magic in the school hospital. Some students have used this trick before." Tofty said unhappily.