I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Drawing his wand and pointing it at the hilt, John cast a banishing spell.

They are repelled by opposite forces, like two like magnets that repel each other being squeezed together.

The silver sword was squeezed into the body of the flying lion, and the hilt sank inside.

"Pfft."

The silver sword broke out of the flying lion's body, turned into a silver light, and quickly fell into the ground.

The flying lion howled in mid-air and its body fell downwards.

John cast a shock-absorbing spell on himself and jumped directly off the back of the flying lion.

When John was less than half a meter from the ground, he was completely unharmed, as if he had fallen on cotton.

"This guy is really thick-skinned."

The bear skin on his body was scratched a little. John shook his head and said, "I don't like lions."

John raised his hand and used the magic of capturing objects to suck back the silver sword that had sunk into the ground. He then waved to Polo who was watching from a distance.

Polo trotted over here very sensibly.

John takes Polo to where the flying lion fell.

There are many useful parts of the flying lion, such as its teeth and claws, and its wings may be used to make new meteor shoes.

John had always wanted to make it before, but unfortunately he didn't have the right materials.

The flying lion flew some distance before falling. John sat on Polo and slowly walked over.

There aren't many plants in the Blue Mountains because it's winter.

In a crater that looked like it was caused by a meteorite crash, John saw the flying lion.

It lay there dying, breathing more out than in.

Sometimes, too much vitality is not a good thing.

It was doomed to die. John's sword had pierced its internal organs. Now it was just a matter of time.

Seeing John coming, the flying lion whimpered and no longer had the strength to fight.

John drew his silver sword and walked towards the flying lion.

He stood in front of the flying lion, holding the silver sword tightly.

"Let me end the pain for you."

As he finished speaking, his sword turned into a half-moon of silver light and cut off the lion's head.

Not much blood flowed out, the penetrating wound had almost drained all the blood.

Even the lifeless lion skin could not hinder the sharpness of the silver sword.

John stood there in silence for a moment as blood-red light entered his sword and the fifth rune was illuminated.

He raised the silver sword and swung it hard, and the flying lion's blood fell from the silver sword onto the stone.

Next he needed to think carefully about which materials to take away.

Although there was a small handbag, there were some things inside.

Just as he was looking at the flying lion, a footstep approached quietly.

Polo blinked and watched the white-haired man approach behind John.

The moment he stretched out his hand, a silver light flashed and was held down by a hand.

John's eyes narrowed and he swung his left fist, but the other party dodged it by turning his head.

Taking the opportunity, he kicked the man's knee, freeing his right hand. John twisted his sword and slashed it across, but the man bent over to avoid it.

The two men kept a distance and John looked across.

He has silver-gray hair and a weathered face. Although he doesn't look young, he has a strong body that young people envy.

The amber pupils give people a feeling of being both stern and kind.

Wearing leather armor and carrying a sword.

The necklace on her chest is a wolf head.

John looked at the other man, and the other man looked at him.

After a while, the man spoke with some appreciation: "You are very alert. Being able to kill the flying lion alone proves your ability. Where are you from, kid?"

There was no hostility in his body. John lowered his sword to his side and said calmly, "Redania."

"That's quite a distance." The other man stared at John's sword. "Are you a demon hunter?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Black hair, a witcher's silver sword, and no amulet... You are the black witcher, Yadani."

Based on John's features, he guessed that John was the famous black demon hunter.

But he didn't look like he was here to cause trouble for John. On the contrary, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I sense an unusual aura from you, but we can talk somewhere else, kid."

He invited John, "My name is Vesemir, and I am going to a place to spend the winter. Do you want to go with me?"

John put away his silver sword and looked up at the approaching snow. He nodded, "There is no other choice."

...

Chapter 403 I Entered the Castle

Vesemir is very skilled in dismembering materials, and is even more efficient and effective than the alchemist John.

A flying lion was packed directly before the snowstorm arrived with the joint efforts of two people.

"What did you buy with the wizard?" Vesemir watched with interest as John stuffed the teeth and feathers of the flying lion into the briefcase.

Even an ordinary person could tell something was wrong from the half-filled handbag.

The extra lion heads and claws were carried away by Polo.

Even so, the flying lion still has a body there.

"It's really big. To be honest, this flying lion is hard to kill." With John's consent, Vesemir collected some of the flying lion's blood.

“This guy wasn’t here last year.”

Vesemir led the way, and John followed, holding Polo by the hand.

They followed the riverbed, crossed another gully and set out on a loop around the mountain.

From where John stood he could see in the distance the ruined castle wedged between a cluster of stone walls.

It had been through a war and was badly damaged.

All that remained of the collapsed site were the defensive walls on their feet, the only remaining towers and gates, and the heavy, thick cylindrical main tower.

John said thoughtfully, "It seems that the situation of the demon hunter is not very good."

With nostalgia in his eyes, Vesemir walked forward and said, "We are not welcome to everyone."

John shrugged, of course he thought the man was a witcher.

On the historical walls of Jovanovich, John could have anticipated the situation of the witcher.

And the appearance of Vesemir made John more certain that Jovanovich was different from the people here.

He had never seen his uncles wearing that kind of amulet, and the color of their uncles' pupils was normal.

If John wants to find out about the witcher, he has to find a witcher.

The silver sword in his hand intentionally led him to meet the witcher, so he followed the guidance of the silver sword.

The snow had already covered their ankles as they walked into the castle.

John parked Polo at the stable at the door and unloaded the things on it.

Vesemir watched John's movements and suddenly said, "Nice bear skin."

"It's a pity that the workmanship is a bit poor."

John shrugged, "Only halfway done, they don't welcome me."

“That’s true,” Vesemir said.

"Yadani this way."

As the living master of the witchers, Vesemir treats John very well.

He led John into the castle.

Walk through the dim corridor and push open the oak door of the hall.

It's deserted here because the witcher hasn't returned yet.

"The demon hunters usually come back in the winter, and we won't be disturbed here."

Vesemir said, "Let me take you to a room first."

John placed the lion's head casually on the table and walked to the tree with many badges hanging on it and stopped.

Vesemir came to his side. "These are the last thoughts that the departed can give us."

There are many emblems on the tree, and witchers are not popular.

Better to die at the hands of a monster than at the hands of a human.

Not human, not monster.

Being caught in the middle is the most uncomfortable thing.

"Have you ever thought about changing?" John asked.

Vesemir glanced at him, shook his head and said, "Witcher remains neutral, boy."

"But neutrality, what will you get in return? Don't you know clearly?"

John glanced across the hall. The walls still bore traces of the war.

"Is this why you destroyed the walls of Balvi?" Vesemir obviously knew this witcher and his deeds even better.

John casually said, “It’s their choice. I’m not going to protect people who throw stones at me.”

The young witcher had an unusually clear mind, and Vesemir felt that it would take some effort for him to teach the child well.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but it is not the fighting style of a witcher." Vesemir came to the side, threw the firewood into the stove, raised his hand and ignited it with a stream of heat energy.

He had fought John before, and even though it was brief, he could see John's unique fighting style.

The demon hunter's fighting style relies on weapons and physical fitness, as well as those magical sigils that are looked down upon by wizards.

John, however, drew his wand, not like a witcher at all.

"In fact, not long ago, I didn't know I was a witcher." John placed his wand on a pot.

The pot without a drop of water was filled with clean water. Vesemir, who turned around to dig some snow to cook, was stunned.

"Clear spring water, a very common spell."

John smiled, looked to the other side and said, "The room is over there, I'll go choose a room."

Vesemir motioned for him to do as he pleased.

When John went to choose a room, he looked at the dilapidated stone rooms, which might collapse and bury people in the next second.

Finally John picked out a better one, and he scared away two mice that were crawling around under the bed.

He tapped the bed with his wand and a cloud of dust flew out of the window.

“Magic is convenient, but relying too much on it will cause your swordsmanship to regress,” Vesemir said, leaning against the door.

He glanced at John's silver sword and smiled kindly, "I still have time before more people come back."

"Then please enlighten me."

...

John and Vesemir came outside the castle.

The snow falling at this time did not have much impact on the two demon hunters.