I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Malfoy looked desperate; his date was ruined just like that.

What's even more infuriating is that they saw Brace being kicked out of Mrs. Puddifoot's tea shop.

He had just tried to invite Ginny to another table in front of Dean.

This behavior directly made him an unwelcome guest.

John was speechless and didn't know what to say to Bryce.

As a Slytherin, Blaise has a rich mother and outstanding academic performance.

As a result, he hit his head against a tree and it was bleeding, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

Even Malfoy felt that Blaise was worse than himself.

"You're very admirable, Brace." Walking forward, both of them patted the young man's shoulder sympathetically.

...

John went to the Hog's Head Tavern alone, where he met Donmi.

"I don't know what you are going to do with this thing?" Tang Mi handed a black box to John.

He looked a little worried, and said, "There is a strong malice and curse in this."

"Don't worry, it's not used against anyone." John waved his hand and opened the box.

It was a gorgeous opal necklace.

It used to be on display in Boggin and Burke's shop, but it is now one of John's warehouses.

The reason why Tang Mi was asked to bring the things over was because he wanted to decorate the nine gates of the Qunxing Society.

"To entertain the Dark Lord, there must be some exciting activities." John chuckled, "Since we want excitement, let's go all the way."

Tang Mi didn't know what to say, and John stood up and prepared to leave.

Tang Mi stopped him and said, "Sir, you're not going to pay?"

"If you'd like to make up the difference on those candies, I'd be happy to pay."

John's voice came from a distance, and Tang Mi's face turned dark.

I work for my boss and end up having to pay for it myself.

Isn’t it just that I used the price of the ingredients to buy the most expensive candy? Is that so serious?

...

Return to the castle.

John thought Bryce would restrain himself, but he still underestimated his perseverance.

"He has written his fifth love letter, right?"

Looking at Bryce's endless creative ideas, John considered whether to let him join the ranks of great book writers.

"He sent it to Ginny Weasley in the morning, and also sent it at noon, and he's writing it this afternoon."

Three love letters a day, John asked Goyle and Crabbe to hold Blaise down.

He wanted to check if he had been drugged.

Which brand of aphrodisiac can last so long?

Unfortunately, the result of the examination was still negative.

"Brace, sometimes you need to keep your distance even if you like someone."

John seriously warned Bryce that if he continued, Percy might kill him.

After he spoke, Blaise knew to restrain himself, but he was still reluctant to leave Ginny.

The time came Monday.

The war between Snape and Sirius continued.

Even Slughorn was alarmed.

He found two people and hoped that the feud between them would not become too embarrassing.

At least the reason for deducting 5 points because Malfoy scored with his left foot was too far-fetched.

If they were not stopped, Slughorn felt that they would deduct all the points from both houses.

After this conversation, the two people finally calmed down.

The smell of gunpowder is still strong.

Sometimes it is no longer limited to verbal sarcasm.

Whenever the two of them meet, they will make people nervous, as if they will pull out their magic wands at any time.

Such scenes have almost become a feature.

Malfoy was busy with the Quidditch team's training. John looked at the training schedule and it was almost twice as long as last year.

He took out a feather pen and reduced the training time by one third, so that the team members could get some respite.

Regardless of the advanced class, John still went to the Care of Magical Creatures class as usual.

Grawp could now even solve problems where one plus one equals two. His progress was so fast that even Hagrid was shocked.

This is inseparable from John's use of mental magic to communicate, which is the most direct and easiest to understand way of communication.

Meanwhile, John was not idle. As the weather grew colder, he unwrapped his opal necklace.

This necklace once took the lives of nineteen Muggles.

It is an out-and-out black magic prop.

That's why there were concerns when Tangmi sent it.

This thing looks like it was prepared to murder someone.

After John unpacked it, he placed the opal necklace into one of the nine doors.

These nine doors, like the doors of the Star Society, require a badge to enter.

It uses the time-travel technology that John learned in another world, the Monolith.

However, this shape is different from the Stonehenge.

It is also impossible to travel through the world.

It can be done, similar to a door key, and can be used to travel to different places.

Just when John finished everything, he ran into Harry when he went out.

"Good evening, John." Dumbledore opened the door and greeted John.

Harry tensed and John glanced at them.

Through the open door, he saw the Pensieve inside.

Dumbledore devoted all his energy to cultivating Harry.

...

Chapter 443 The Professor Who Fought

John's life was unpredictable.

Sometimes he would appear in the Forbidden Forest, and sometimes he would appear in a class.

Principal's office.

Slughorn poured tea into the creamy bone china cup, and hot steam rose up.

"A perfect potion," he said as he placed the tea next to the cauldron. "I bet no one has ever thought of such a bold idea before."

"The Practical Potion Master would be happy to publish this result," said Slughorn. "This 'Universal Potion'."

He gave John advice and was willing to do a favor to allow Practical Potion Master magazine to report on the article.

In his opinion, young people are always unable to resist the temptation of fame.

Unfortunately, John is not your average young man.

"No, professor, this stuff is not perfect yet." John used a small reagent bottle to fill a portion of the potion in the crucible.

He shook it to see if there were any layers in the green potion.

This is an important factor in determining whether the drugs blend well with each other.

"Why?" Slughorn asked in confusion. "You just invented a 'universal potion' that can stop bleeding, detoxify, strengthen, and break curses. You should let everyone know about it."

Slughorn saw how this thing was born.

He also knew how amazing the talent of the boy in front of him was, which made Slughorn want to get this "collection" more and more.

But John refused to listen, which made Slughorn feel even more uncomfortable, like being scratched by a cat.

He swore that if he missed this child, he would regret it until he went to his grave.

John thought for a moment and chuckled before answering, "Because this thing is just a derivative. For me, finding a way to break the blood curse is the most important thing."

Putting the lid on the reagent bottle, John looked at Slughorn and said, "Before you reach the end, the scenery along the way is just embellishment."

Slughorn held the teacup and stared at John blankly.

At this moment, he seemed to understand that there would always be some regrets in life.

Those who only have the end in mind will not become someone else's 'collection'.

"Well, I can't convince you," Slughorn was convinced by John, "but you have to give this thing a name."

"Let's just call it the Emerald Potion."

John poured the rest of the potion into the bottle and filled it up, and the color inside was like emerald.

"Although colored glaze is dazzling, jade is more durable." John filled the potion and said meaningfully, "Besides, I like that green."

"I'm giving a party before Christmas," Slughorn called to John, "and I'd like to invite you."

"As a student?" John asked.

Slughorn put his hands down, and after a fierce mental struggle, he finally compromised and said, "A friend, a pen pal, please, John."

"I'll be there," John said, bowing respectfully and chuckling, "I'll have a bottle of oak-aged mead ready. I hope you'll enjoy it, Professor."

"I shall be looking forward to it," said Slughorn, with his big belly, as he watched John leave.

Genius always makes it difficult to maintain principles.

Even becoming the headmaster could not change what Slughorn was attracted to.

...

Snape's struggle with Sirius was not over.

Finally it broke out.

That morning, Slytherin, who had just finished an advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts class, was successfully deducted 10 points.

Apparently Sirius showed mercy.

Snape retaliated by giving Harry detention for talking back to his teacher in class.

This pissed off Sirius.

"Snotlout!" Sirius pushed open Snape's office door and pointed at Snape's nose in warning, "You'd better take back Harry's detention!"

Snape leisurely sorted the materials on his medicine shelf, and Sirius watched him finish with a sullen look on his face.

Coming down the ladder, Snape said sarcastically, "I'm sorry, I don't think this kind of thing has anything to do with you."

"After all, this matter is the decision of the Dean, and you..." Snape glanced at Sirius indifferently and sneered, "You are not the Dean of Gryffindor."

With just one sentence, Sirius's identity was directly trampled upon.

"I'm warning you!" Sirius said angrily with fire flashing in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know your little tricks. You want to make Harry miss the Quidditch game!"

"I don't understand what you are saying." Snape said sarcastically, "Or do you think Potter can change anything?"