I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Heavy snow was drifting into the cave, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

John raised his hand to catch a snowflake, and the cold touch was just like the real thing.

In the wind and snow, a person is approaching with difficulty.

Before he could get to the place, John watched the man fall straight down.

He was stunned and cast the magic of capturing objects on the figure.

A trail was left on the ground, and the figure was dragged to the entrance of the cave.

John stared at the man, or to be more precise, at the man's clothes.

Unlike modern clothing, the crudely made linen clothes seemed to be the clothing of common people in a certain period.

The temperature is getting lower and lower.

The heavy snow is turning into a blizzard.

The cave entrance was not windproof, and the people who were dragged in had bruises on their faces.

John had no choice but to bring the people into the castle.

The castle closed its door, making the inside seem even more eerie and terrifying.

Some places have fallen into disrepair and the slightest sound of wind can be heard.

John found a chair, raised his hand and used magic to smash it into strips of wood to serve as firewood.

After the pile was made, he pointed his finger and flames rose.

The temperature is gradually warming up.

“Enervate”

He cast a spell and the man woke up.

But after waking up, the man stepped back in fear.

"monster!"

monster?

John frowned, this man seemed a little rude to his savior.

Realizing that his reaction had displeased others, the man knelt down in fear.

Finally, at John's inquiry.

The man told the whole story.

His fear came from the legends in the mountains.

This place has always been a very mysterious place with terrifying existences.

The man was a hunter. He went up the mountain to hunt and got trapped on the mountain due to snow.

Came here unconsciously.

From the man, John learned the current time.

To be precise, it is the world today.

Similar to the kingdom system in the Middle Ages.

The village was harassed from time to time, and werewolves killed villagers on full-moon nights.

Obviously, this is not a technological society.

Again, there are many dangers here.

The most dangerous of them are magical creatures and some notorious wizards.

The man's name was Parker.

Seeing that John was not aggressive, Parker gradually let down his guard and he finally saw the appearance of the 'monster' clearly.

Very young.

Parker's mouth opened dramatically when he noticed the killed boar.

"Did you kill this?" Parker said very respectfully.

No matter what era it is, we should always respect the powerful.

John saw his eager expression and asked casually, "What's the problem?"

"Respected sir, I hope you can help us solve the werewolf problem."

Fearing that John would not agree, Parker hurriedly said, "Of course, our village will pay the corresponding compensation."

John thought about it and realized that he was confused now. Maybe going to the village would be a good choice.

So he agreed.

The wind and snow outside gradually stopped.

Parker led the way and led John down the mountain.

After arriving at the village at the foot of the mountain, John could confirm that he had indeed moved to a new place.

This village is completely different from the previous one in Jovonovich. It is not very big and some people can be seen in the village.

They all stared at John, the outsider, with curiosity.

John noticed their clothing, which looked like medieval attire.

Parker took John to a house that looked a little more affluent and knocked hard on the door.

After a while, the door was opened.

An old man came out.

The old man was hunched over, and he was surprised to see Parker alive.

"Parker, are you still alive?"

"Village leader, I have invited a friend who is willing to help us solve the werewolf problem."

John noticed that the village chief's face changed when he heard the word werewolf.

The village chief looked behind Parker and saw John standing there, his clothes out of place with his surroundings.

After looking at it for a while, the village chief said dissatisfiedly: "Parker, your friends can't help us."

Parker was anxious and said quickly: "Village Chief, this friend killed the big pig on the mountain. He has great power."

"That big pig?" The village chief was a little surprised, but still advised pessimistically, "Young man, I have seen too many people like you. They all thought they could deal with that monster."

Some adventurous people would come to fight the werewolves, but without exception they all died.

John chuckled and said, "In that case, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with having one more person like me."

The village chief hesitated, but finally shook his head and said, "I don't want you to lose your life in vain."

John stared at him for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, listen to my advice and eat your fill, I won't meddle in your business anymore."

Parker was now anxious. He didn't want to have his neck bitten off by a werewolf outside one day.

John gave him a look that begged him to be quiet.

The village chief smiled with satisfaction and offered to entertain John, a traveler from afar.

John had no interest and left.

Parker followed and tried to speak several times along the way.

"I know what you're going to ask," John paused and said casually, "I'll take action when the werewolves come out."

"But you..." Parker was surprised.

"I don't have to listen to the village chief."

It's not a game mission, you have to accept it before you can continue.

John planned to wait until the werewolf came out to take a look and also confirm the requirements of the trial.

Parker was a little confused, but he took John home very honestly.

John gave Parker an emerald ring from his bag and asked him to sell it to buy him a set of clothes and some currency.

Now that these gems have lost their magical properties, they might as well be exchanged for money.

Only he underestimated the power of the gem, and Parker came back with the clothes.

But the gems were not sold.

Because no one can afford it.

"This thing can only be sold when it reaches the town." Parker bought a set of clothes with his own money.

Upon hearing this, John had no choice but to take back the gem and put on his clothes.

Now he was finally no different from the people here.

I stayed in the village for two days, waiting for the full moon night.

Parker was hiding in the house shivering, and John heard the howling of wolves.

He straightened his clothes, picked up his sword and walked out.

Under the full moon, a werewolf stood upright, looking skinny.

As a wizard, John certainly knew that werewolves were transformed from humans.

He stared at where the werewolf had appeared.

There was still a rope around the werewolf's neck, and it was obvious that the werewolf had broken free.

At the werewolf's feet is the village chief's house.

John slowly drew his sword, and the werewolf also discovered him.

"I don't know if the werewolves here can infect people by biting them."

John muttered as the werewolf charged over.

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Chapter 387 I Saw a Werewolf

As the wizard who knows werewolves best, John discovered that this werewolf was somewhat different from the other werewolves.

The most intuitive manifestation is the hair on its body. Most other werewolves have short hair.

But this werewolf has long silver hair.

The werewolf pounced on John, but he dodged and was about to strike with the sword in his hand.

But a second before falling, John noticed the werewolf's eyes.

Beneath the messy silver hair, those eyes revealed pain and torment.

It was at this glance that John's sword deflected.

The blade scratched the werewolf's long, trailing hair, splashing a splash of silver.

"Ouch——!"

The werewolf refused to give in, so John raised his left hand and waved it.

The wooden stake turned into a rope and was put around the werewolf, making it unable to move.

John looked the werewolf over, "There's something wrong with this werewolf."

When he got closer, the werewolf was still madly trying to bite.

John dodged a bite, but his sleeve was shredded.

Seeing this, he raised the sword in his hand.

"stop!"

An old figure saw this scene and crawled over to block John.