I swung a sword at Hogwarts

In the seventh notebook from the left on the third row, he found notes on how to sublime and refine a substance.

This made John happy, and he did not forget to write a letter of thanks in his diary.

"Thank you Nico, you helped me a lot."

"You are welcome."

Handwriting appeared on the diary, and this was John's most surprising discovery.

An extremely magical diary, which can also be called "Nico's Encyclopedia".

This is a book made by Nicolas Flamel, which records his alchemical experience. Putting it on the bookshelf is equivalent to an intelligent index directory.

There are actually things that can retain the emotions and personality of their original owners, such as the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts.

They may not have great functions, but they can retain some of the character and wisdom of the portrait owner.

And Nico's Encyclopedia is much more than a portrait; John even feels that Nicolas Flamel lives in it.

But reason told him that this was impossible.

With this book and a room full of books, John's alchemy skills at Beauxbatons improved by leaps and bounds.

He even used the feathers of the divine horse to make a pair of flying shoes. This thing was slightly inferior to the flying broom in speed, but its flexibility was greatly increased.

I also successfully added a permanent directional magic to the badges. No matter where they are, these nine badges will point to other badges.

Just like the stars that surround the moon, they point each other in the direction.

John plans to remove his own badge and give the remaining eight to other people.

If you want to be the next Dumbledore, you can't fight alone.

Even Dumbledore was not fighting alone. He also had the Order of the Phoenix, the huge Hogwarts behind him, and the connections that occupied half of Hogwarts.

John needs a relationship to consolidate his position, and maintaining the relationship requires the help of the badge.

He wants to set up a society, or have a team that will obey his orders.

He already has a candidate for the destination of one of the badges.

Connections.

This is the most scarce thing for John at present. He was born in a Muggle family. He does not have the unique blood family tree of a pure-blood family, nor does he have the nepotism of parents and classmates from a mixed-blood wizard family.

All he can do is to surround himself with strong people as much as possible.

This strong man can be a genius wizard, the second generation of a family with a strong background, or someone who will never betray his friends.

John stayed in the alchemy room until dawn, and then he returned to the dormitory to sleep for two hours before dawn.

It was the holidays and no one would care if he was slacking off.

Some people even felt that the surroundings seemed a little quiet without the black-haired boy.

...

"John, maybe we could go and have a look. That's the Quidditch World Cup group stage."

After a month of getting along, Furong became more and more familiar with John.

Although he was three years older than John, Fleur didn't think the dark-haired boy was a child.

John's every move was the same as other boys of her age, and he even behaved more maturely than the boys of the same grade.

"The Quidditch World Cup group stage? I can go and have a look."

John waved his wand and the books on the table automatically flew back to the bookshelf.

He didn't expect Fleur was a fan of Quidditch. It wasn't surprising, after all, who doesn't like Quidditch?

The Quidditch World Cup is held every four years, and any country can register a team within 12 months after the last final.

The last class was in 1990, when John was not yet enrolled.

There are still two years to the next Olympics, but the group stage is already in full swing.

"You said the group stage is in Bulgaria, so how do we get there?"

John said, and then he saw Fleur smile pretty.

"I know a place with a portkey that will get us to Bulgaria for just three galleons."

It has to be said that wizards have a much more convenient way of traveling than Muggles. With just a portkey, the whole family can travel around the world in a short time.

John was also curious about the door key, so after hearing this, he immediately agreed.

Furong cheered loudly, her long silver hair hitting John's cheek. She was like a happy little girl, and said excitedly: "I have long wanted to try traveling without an adult."

The girl's lively demeanor made John feel that she might be able to become good friends with Gryffindor students.

The two of them didn't need to bring anything with them, and they used the Floo powder to reach the hiding place in Paris.

The Hideaway is the equivalent of Diagon Alley, and is the wizarding shopping district.

Under Furong's guidance, they turned left and right and finally found the door key in an alley in the corner of a square in a hidden place.

The owner of the portkey was a man wearing a bucket hat and a scruffy brown trench coat.

He was untidy and unkempt, and he burped from time to time. The strong smell of alcohol made people wonder if he had fallen into a wine barrel and slept for a night.

John quietly approached Furong and whispered, "Are you sure he is reliable and won't abandon us in the deep mountains and forests?"

Furong was also a little uncertain. She said with a guilty conscience, "Maybe, possibly, should, no?"

Chapter 39: Portkeys and Hungarian Horntails

The drunkard burped at the two men, stretched out his hand and said with dead eyes: "Three Galleons, I guarantee you a smooth sailing."

Thinking that they were already here, John and his friend paid the money and grabbed the leather shoes that looked like they had just been taken off.

The two held hands so as not to get separated.

When John touched the portkey, he felt as if there were a hook in his belly button, yanking him forward with irresistible momentum.

His feet left the ground and he flew up.

By the time he could see clearly again, he and Furong were already in free fall.

The two fell heavily.

John rubbed his aching waist, stood up, looked around, and said, "This doesn't look like a place where Quidditch would be held."

"I must kill that damn liar!"

Furong's beautiful face turned dark at this time. It was an unstable door key.

They were sent directly to some unknown forest.

John had a headache because the door key was gone, which meant that they were thrown into the deep mountains and forests, possibly a deserted place.

"Hopefully we can find someone to ask for directions."

...

Everything was fine when I came here, and I can't go back.

"I can't do it anymore. I need to rest for a while." Furong sat on the ground without any ladylike image.

John stopped and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

They walked in the forest for at least three hours, but during these three hours, there were few people, not to mention animals.

John now missed his flying boots very much. If he had known that they would end up in such a haunted place, he would have brought them here.

"Show me the way (PoineMe)"

His wand pointed north, and John checked the direction. So far, they were on to a good outcome.

"It's a pity that I haven't learned the Apparition technique, otherwise I wouldn't have to rely on my legs to walk."

John also sat down to rest for a while. He picked some harmless-looking fruits from the tree and handed them to Fleur.

Fleur buried her head between her legs and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry John, I shouldn't have let you come over."

Furong couldn't hold herself back at the thought that she might not be able to get out.

As the older party, she felt that she was not as responsible as John.

John heard her words, wiped the fruit, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

The sour taste almost made him spit it out, but after thinking that this might be the only food, he swallowed it back.

"It's okay, we'll be fine, trust me."

John asked Furong to cheer up. Furong looked at that handsome face and inexplicably felt a sense of security and trust.

She is one-quarter Veela, and possesses some Veela abilities.

Her outstanding beauty is one of them, and she has the ability to make men obsessed.

Because of this ability, she is not popular among girls.

But she was too proud to argue with these people, and she didn't like boys because they would be attracted to her.

As a result, she had almost no friends at school.

When she first saw John at school, she had no intention of making friends with him.

I just think this boy is interesting. He won't be attracted to me and become fawning like other boys.

On the contrary, when we are getting along, I am the one who is attracted.

This attraction has nothing to do with love between men and women, it is just a kind of trust, similar to how a leader makes people unable to help but get close to him.

His mere presence was restorative.

Fleur looked at John, nodded and said, "I believe you John."

John smiled and handed another fruit to Furong.

Furong took it without any preparation and took a bite, but the price she paid was that her whole face was squeezed with sourness.

"John!"

"I didn't do anything. Look, I ate it too."

John looked so innocent, and Fleur was so angry that she wanted to smash the fruit on his head.

Holding up the fruit, she thought for a moment, wouldn't it be a shame if she didn't have enough to eat and died of hunger here? She took a bite of the fruit viciously, as if she were treating it as John.

...

It was getting dark, and John decided to find a place to rest.

He built a bonfire and the two of them sat around it.

"There's no animals in such a big forest. Even if there's a magical creature, it would be nice."

John pouted and complained. Fleur rolled her eyes at him and said, "Magical creatures like these in the wild are extremely dangerous. Judging from the territorial awareness of magical creatures, there may be a powerful being here that other creatures dare not approach."

"Oh?"

John felt it was right.

Magical creatures also have a sense of territory. If foreign creatures break into their territory, there will usually be a fierce battle.

But they have been gone for so long, even if there was any, it should have appeared long ago.

It's been so long since it appeared. Could it be that the magical creature is still active at night and hiding during the day?

As he was thinking this, he heard some noise in the surrounding jungle.

rustle.

"What's there?" Furong asked a little nervously.

They both took out their wands at the same time, and John glanced at his empty pockets.

"I must cast a traceless stretching spell when I get back."

The Traceless Extension Charm is a very practical spell, similar to the space ring commonly seen in novels.

It is possible to enlarge the interior of a space. Although the appearance may not change, the interior can become an extremely wide space.