I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John looked at him and always felt that the Quidditch team would be miserable.

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Chapter 431: A Class with Only One Person

John didn't stay in the lounge for long because he had classes to attend.

He walked across the grass, where he saw Hagrid, looking confident, with his hands on his hips.

"John, you're the first one here." Hagrid was very happy because John chose his class.

He hasn't gotten the list yet, but he feels his class must be very popular.

"I think the Zouwu may be a little lonely lately," Hagrid saw that no one had come yet, so he just chatted with John, "He always makes a mess of the woods, but there are no female Zouwu around here."

John stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "Maybe we can make some more toys to help him kill some energy."

"Good suggestion, John." Hagrid thought this plan was great.

However, Hagrid's mood gradually disappeared as time went by. He couldn't believe that half of his class time had passed and no one else had come.

"You are the only one who has chosen my course, John,"

"There must be some mistake," Hagrid shouted. "They've mixed up my class times."

"Hagrid," John sighed, "you have to accept reality. Escaping is not a good habit."

"Well, thank you John," Hagrid said angrily, "They don't like my class."

"Maybe we could go see Grawp," John reached out and patted Hagrid's belly to comfort him. "This is a course that only you can have, isn't it?"

Speaking of Grawp, Hagrid finally perked up a little.

Without even bringing a weapon, he headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Grop will welcome you. He'll love the fur ball you made for Zouwu."

"He didn't break that thing, it's really solid," said Hagrid, as he deflected the branch that hit him in the face.

"If Grawp likes it, I wouldn't mind making a few for him."

It was a matter of convenience anyway, so John casually said, "I think he might like a writing board, which would make it easier for him to recognize words."

Upon hearing this, Hagrid immediately praised: "You are the most careful, John."

He only wanted Grawp to speak, but never thought of teaching Grawp to write.

John was teaching Grawp as if he were a human child, which made Hagrid very happy.

After walking for some distance, they arrived at a cave.

The rough rock walls of the cave will not scratch the giant's skin, and may even be used to scratch his skin.

"Grawp, look who I brought to see you." Hagrid shouted outside the cave.

After a while, there was movement in the cave.

Grawp came out, his feet tied with ropes thicker than before.

During Hagrid's absence in fifth year, Grawp broke free and wreaked havoc in the Forbidden Forest.

If they hadn't been driven back by Zouwu, I'm afraid the centaurs would have formed a team to kill the giants.

John raised an eyebrow and said to Hagrid, "You need to teach him not to run around, not to trap him with a rope."

Hagrid scratched his head. "I'm afraid he'll go to Hogwarts."

When facing a giant, even a half-giant Hagrid, this is the only method that can be used.

John thought for a moment and said, "If you don't mind, I can help you keep Grawp from running around."

"Really?" Hagrid said in surprise. "But what are you going to do, John?"

John walked forward, and when Grawp saw the little guy, he subconsciously reached out to grab him.

The next second, Grawp drew back his hand in fear at the familiar dragon might.

John did not open up to the fullest. In the world of demon hunters, in addition to killing magical creatures, he also learned a little bit, how to communicate with these guys.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, motioning for Grawp to squat.

Grawp crouched down, his great face turned toward John.

Reaching out and pressing his hand on the big face, John used mental magic.

Grawp's expression changed from confusion at the beginning to something strange later on.

He seemed to understand what the little man meant.

At Hagrid's surprised expression, Grawp nodded slowly.

Grawp uttered a slurred sound.

"Jon."

"John, he's calling you, John!" Hagrid was surprised.

"Don't go where people are without Hagrid's permission," John said to Grawp.

Grawp nodded again, which excited Hagrid.

"What did you do, John?" Hagrid asked eagerly.

Unfortunately, John poured cold water on him and said, "You have to learn from the unicorn."

unicorn?

Hagrid, a big and strong man, can't learn from that beautiful girl.

Although he could not make his meaning clear to Grawp, Hagrid was delighted.

This Care of Magizoology lesson ended with Grawp not running away after letting go of the rope.

Hagrid finally didn't have to tie up Grawp anymore.

They returned to the cabin and Hagrid and John waved goodbye.

"John, don't forget our next lesson."

As if afraid that John would not come, Hagrid gave him another reminder.

John said he would never forget it.

Heading toward the castle, John met Myrtle in the second floor corridor.

The female ghost has been thinking about asking John to prepare more gifts for her.

The hairpin given by the second grade was still in Myrtle's hair. She fiddled with the shape in front of the armor for a while and said, "John, I will be very happy if you give me another beautiful necklace."

"Good advice," John smiled, "as long as you don't tell the other ghosts."

"Really?" said Myrtle, so delighted that she flew back and forth between the walls.

"You helped me a lot too."

John stretched out his fingers and shook them, saying, "You can take this opportunity to take a good look at which necklaces you like better."

Because of this sentence, the girls at Hogwarts were miserable.

Myrtle would sometimes appear out of nowhere, sneak up on their shoulders, and ask if she could see their necklaces.

By the time John returned to the lounge, the affectionate couple finally stopped showing off.

Malfoy saw him come back and asked him how the lesson went.

John told him it was quite interesting.

Malfoy was skeptical; he knew the level of Hagrid's classes.

"Professor Snape seems to be on strike."

Malfoy, who had his own gossip, said, "It seems that he is not feeling well. I guess he hates the new Sirius Black."

You didn't need to know that Snape hated Sirius to tell from the disgusted expression on his face yesterday.

That expression was simply too obvious.

Malfoy made a bold guess that Snape didn't want to meet Sirius, so he simply said he was sick.

After all, it is not difficult for a potion master to pretend to be sick.

"Today we also have Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes." John glanced at the timetable. It was so densely packed that it looked intimidating, but in fact, John didn't have to attend most of them.

"If he doesn't come, who will teach?"

He was a little confused, since Slughorn was also Snape's mentor.

His dislike for Sirius simply overwhelmed his teacher?

On the second day after Slughorn took office, he started a strike.

Malfoy wasn't quite sure about this.

Anyway, I can relax when I don’t have classes.

An hour later, it was time for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

They went to class and there was already a long line outside.

John strolled over leisurely, since it was Sirius' class after all.

Malfoy apparently did the same.

They had fought at the Ministry of Magic, and it was hard for them to give Sirius face.

This is also the class with the most students. Defense Against the Dark Arts is an important subject, so many people will choose this course.

When Daphne arrived, her face was full of resentment.

"The runes homework is a fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and the books must be read by Wednesday."

She held the heavy book in her hands, and her resentment was about to overflow.

She thought the homework for this lesson would be the same as last year, but it turned out to be doubled.

"There is one more thing," Daphne said, taking out an old manuscript from a book and giving it to John. "Professor Baburin wants you to help translate these runes."

John took it, glanced at it, and said, "This is a high-level rune. She is quite lazy."

be lazy?

Daphne looked at the heavy book and fell into deep thought.

John opened the bag and said, "You can leave the book here first."

Seeing this, Daphne put the book in.

Malfoy envied John for having this little handbag, it was so convenient.

The classroom door opened.

Sirius strode out with big strides, looking at the long line, his vanity as a new teacher bursting into tears.

"Come in."

John noticed Sirius's gaze sweeping over him. He glanced at the other's left rib and thought that he healed quite quickly.

Sirius saw John's expression and seemed to understand what he meant, and his face darkened.

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Chapter 432 Sirius's Show of Strength

Every Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would add his own characteristics to the classroom. Sirius' classroom, at first glance, was full of nobility and mischievous fun.

Sunlight shines into the classroom through the windows, and there are glass lamps on the walls.

After the students sat down, Sirius calmly adjusted his coat.

"Before we start this class, I have a few words to say to you."