I swung a sword at Hogwarts

As demon hunters, they have unusual physiques.

Vesemir drew his own sword as well.

It was also the first time that John witnessed the fighting style of a demon hunter.

Vesemir's swordsmanship is steady and without any frills.

Every strike of his sword was aimed at defeating his opponent.

John was proficient in level 6 greatsword, but he was forced to retreat again and again when facing the attacks of the man in front of him.

"Level 7 swordsmanship."

With a fixed gaze, John used the sword in his right hand to collide with the opponent's weapon.

This was the pinnacle of human sword skills, and after more than twenty collisions, John's throat was pressed against the sword.

Compared to John's embarrassment, Vesemir seemed relaxed.

"It's just Dumbledore using a sword." John lowered the tip of the sword with some disappointment.

The last person who put him under such pressure was Dumbledore and Voldemort.

John couldn't launch an effective counterattack against Vesemir relying solely on his swordsmanship.

but……

A wand slid out of John's sleeve.

He is more than just a swordsman.

"Protego"

Vesemir's sword was deflected, and the white light shot out from John's wand hit a yellow shield formed by Vesemir's raised left hand.

"Alder Seal."

"Except your weapons!"

John was knocked flying by the impact, and the sword in Vesemir's hand also flew out of his hand.

After rolling on the ground twice to relieve the force, John rubbed his shoulders, feeling as if he had been hit by a bull.

Vesemir was stunned for a moment when he looked at his flying weapon.

John walked over, pulled the weapon out of the snowdrift, and handed it to Vesemir.

"You are the best swordsman I have ever seen." There was no disrespect in John's tone.

He said to Vesemir, "If I want to learn, what will it cost?"

Vesemir sheathed his sword, shook his head and said, "No need to pay. I can confirm that you do not belong to any school."

Once upon a time, a sect of demon hunters betrayed the group, so Vesemir needed to conduct a test on John to find out whether he was an undercover agent of that sect.

Now it seems that John is indeed unusual.

Although he could be defeated with swordsmanship, the magic was so difficult to defend against that Vesemir could not guarantee that he could win in an immediate battle without any preparation.

The fighting style of his school is more inclined to be prepared.

Because of the betrayal of a sect, the castle was plunged into war.

There are not many people left in the school. If we can absorb a good seedling like John, it will be a very good investment.

“I haven’t told you yet,” Vesemir said, stepping in front of John and holding out his hand. “Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Yadani.”

"During this winter, I will train you to become a real demon hunter."

John shook his hand and smiled, "My pleasure, Master Vesemir."

Vesemir smiled.

The Black Demon Hunter officially became a member of Kaer Morhen Keep.

As the snow deepened, more and more demon hunters returned here from all over the continent.

This was also Vesemir's favorite and saddest time. His only hope was that all the demon hunters he had trained with his own hands would be alive.

But reality often does not go as we wish.

The Witcher is back, just less so than in previous years.

A look of loneliness flashed across Vesemir's face. He played the role of a mentor and a father among this group of people.

The last person to return had milky white hair and two swords on his back.

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Chapter 404 I Became a Hunter

In the hall of Kaer Morhen, more than twenty demon hunters were drinking and chatting about what they had encountered.

The candlelight brightened the deserted hall, and they made this place feel like home.

“A lively scene.”

John saw the white-haired witcher who arrived last, and he hugged the other witchers one by one.

Here, they are like family.

They are both monsters hated by the world, and only when they get together can they reveal their emotions beyond the rumors.

Leaning on the handrail on the second floor, John recalled that he had been here for quite some time.

"I'm afraid I'll miss sixth grade." Assuming the flow rate here is the same as in the original world, John feels that he might be considered a missing person.

"Yadani," Vesemir came up to John and patted his shoulder, "Come with me and meet them."

When John was taken into Kaer Morhen, Vesemir adopted him as his own child.

As Vesemir walked down, the witchers saw Vesemir and their eyes showed respect.

But when John came out, doubts appeared in their eyes again.

Vesemir held the silver cup and looked at the witchers with emotion: "I wish you safety and return home alive."

The witchers raised their glasses and drank together.

"Cheers to us for surviving another winter." A witcher took over the conversation and raised his glass.

"Cheers to those who are still alive and breathing."

"Cheers to my brothers."

Each demon hunter expressed his or her sincere feelings.

When it was over, Vesemir held the wine glass in one hand and patted John's shoulder with the other hand, "Let me introduce you to a new person, he is..."

"Dark hair, and that sword." A tall demon hunter stared at John's outfit and said word by word, "The black demon hunter, Yadani."

"It seems that my name has the honor to reach your ears." John chuckled.

The atmosphere was not as harmonious as the family dinner just now, and the witchers watched John.

"You destroyed a city." The tall witcher stared at John with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Lambert," the dark-skinned demon hunter next to him reminded him.

But Lambert still said sarcastically: "He did more than just that, Black Demon Hunter."

Vesemir didn't say anything, he wanted to see how John would solve the problem.

The cream-haired witcher spoke up, "Calm down, Lambert."

"Geralt, will you destroy the city like him?" Lambert is like a powder keg, and he will explode if anyone touches him.

Geralt covered his face with his hands and sighed helplessly.

Lambert looked at John and snorted, "He only dares to scare ordinary people."

"You know what?" John laughed. He walked towards Lambert, stopped in front of him, and whispered, "If you have any opinions about me, don't be like a chattering woman and use your weapon to speak."

"I wish for it!" Lambert choked.

The truth in your fist will naturally convince the other party.

Geralt held Lambert's shoulders, but Lambert pushed him away.

The dark-skinned demon hunter Cohen said helplessly: "You know, this is called youthful vigor."

Lambert is the second youngest demon hunter among them.

"Yardani," Vesemir said when John walked out, stopped by Vesemir, "don't kill Lambert."

"Don't worry, Vesemir," John said lightly, "I never kill anyone."

Their conversation made the demon hunters present look strange. Although Lambert was young, he was very powerful.

Except for a few people present, the other demon hunters did not dare to say that they were Lambert's opponents.

John walked out into the hall.

They made their way to the clearing where they had last fought with Vesemir.

Lambert drew his sword and waved to John, "Show me what you can do, Black Demon Hunter."

John drew his sword slowly and with such a nonchalant manner that Lambert was annoyed.

He admitted that John had irritated him.

After John unsheathed his sword, Lambert rushed towards John.

All the witchers watched the battle. Geralt came to Vesemir and asked, "Do you trust him?"

Geralt looked at the two men who were on the verge of a fight and continued, "I can see that he is very young. He is really young."

“He’s not a bad man,” Vesemir said nonchalantly, with his arms folded across his chest. “I met him in the Blue Mountains, fighting with a flying lion and killing it.”

“A flying lion?” Geralt frowned. “I haven’t seen a monster like that in the Blue Mountains for a long time.”

"This is not a good sign. The world is changing, White Wolf." Vesemir said solemnly, "This child is also changing."

The battle over there has already begun.

In full view of everyone, Lambert rushed to John, his sword cutting through the snow.

John acted at the same time, without using magic.

He wanted to see how these demon hunters performed with their swordsmanship.

The swords collided and a spark flew.

The silver light was dazzling under the snow. Lambert was so powerful that every sword he struck could shake off the snowflakes on his body.

John's sword skills were equally good. After more than a dozen moves, he roughly estimated Lambert's strength.

Level 5 is close to level 6 swordsmanship.

It was nothing but wishful thinking for the other party to defeat John with swordsmanship.

After finding out the details, John took advantage of the opportunity when Lambert swung his sword, knocked Lambert's weapon away with the tip of his sword, took two steps at a time, jumped up and hit Lambert in the chest with his knee.

Lambert's tall body retreated repeatedly and he couldn't help but kneel down.

John's sword turned, cut through the air, and stopped at Lambert's neck.

Lambert's originally condescending gaze turned into an upward gaze, and John looked like a king crowning his subject, his expression calm and without fluctuations.

Lambert's face turned blue and purple, and finally he said in a muffled voice: "I lost."

He could have used the sign to continue fighting, but he didn't.

Because he didn't think that his seal could destroy a city wall.

John raised an eyebrow and threw the silver sword into the air.

He walked over to the witchers, facing them, with his hands open and a relaxed attitude, "Who else wants to find a reason for Balvi?"

The witchers looked at each other in bewilderment, and Geralt said with emotion, "I now believe that he killed the flying lion all by himself."

Vesemir quipped, “You should have seen the head. It’s in there.”

The silver sword flying into the air reached its limit and fell down, and the location was exactly where John was.