I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Many people who did not belong to the school came to the party, which was why Slughorn chose to meet in private.

In fact, this can be regarded as an invisible student benefit.

The fact that they were invited by Slughorn showed that these people had qualities that were attractive or useful.

For the graduating seventh graders and the sixth graders preparing to graduate, this is an opportunity to show their faces in various industries in advance.

"John!" Slughorn shouted in surprise when he saw John, "Come in, come in, I have quite a few friends who want to get acquainted with you."

He turned to look at Daphne, "Very beautiful, Daphne, just like your mother."

He had also taught Daphne's mother before.

John walked over with him and his eyes quickly locked on one person.

"This is Elder Worpple, my former student and author of Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires, and, of course, his friend Bloody," said Slughorn.

John stared at the tall, thin man with dark circles under his eyes, looking languid and unmotivated.

Vampires, real vampires.

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Chapter 448: Romania's Fire Dragon Escapes

In many stories circulated in the West, the three most commonly appearing characters are witches, werewolves, and vampires.

Although most of them are not friendly images, it just shows the influence and number of the three in the Muggle world.

"Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires is the book I've read. In a field of literature that is poor in vampire works, this book brings us the unknown social side of vampires."

The benefits of increased reading became apparent, as soon as John opened his mouth, Elder's eyes lit up.

For a writer, the happiest thing is to have his work praised by others.

If you don’t believe it, you can try bragging about it.

Besides, John wasn't just praising the book for nothing, he had actually read the book.

“Compared to the wizard’s perspective in “Traveling with Vampires”, this book is closer to the original life of vampires.”

John did not forget to pull out his old friend Lockhart for comparison.

Elder smiled and said in false modesty, "I often read Gilderoy Lockhart's books. The content of his works is worth learning."

Compared to Lockhart, the top wizard, Elder is at most a literary author.

He felt proud to be compared with others.

Slughorn watched as John established good relations with Elder in just a few words. He thought that this man was no longer just a student, he was even better at building relationships than himself.

When the mead was brought out for Slughorn, he immediately became happy.

Xue Ni looked bored. As a vampire, those foods were not very tempting to him.

I couldn't help but stare at the fair neck of the girl walking by.

When talking about topics related to vampires, the topic naturally and inevitably turns to another equally famous existence.

werewolf.

"I've always thought werewolves were the same as wizards."

Hearing this, Xue Ni turned his head and looked at John.

John chuckled and said, "Just like in Muggle stories, wizards, werewolves, and vampires are all special and equal."

"The earliest werewolves were born from an evil curse, and as time went by, their numbers increased."

His conversation not only attracted Xue Ni, but also attracted many guests.

Some people will scoff, while more people will think about what John said.

"Most werewolf transformations are involuntary," John said. "Why should we degrade and harm the victims?"

It's not the werewolf's fault, but the curse it carries.

This is a curse that cannot be eradicated. Since it cannot be eliminated, it can only be suppressed.

The interests of the minority become less important than those of the majority.

"You're right. Why do we have to do this?" Elder almost regarded John as his confidant. He said loudly, "The birth of the wolfsbane potion has prevented werewolves from getting out of control during a full moon, and has almost reduced the danger to werewolves to a minimum."

This statement resonated with many people.

It has always been human nature to sympathize with the weak.

The status of werewolves has changed in recent years, but they are still discriminated against in many places.

John quickly became the central topic of conversation among the group through the topic of werewolves.

After knowing that he was the youngest holder of the Order of Merlin, those people became even more enthusiastic.

When Harry arrived, John was already the focus of the place.

He chatted and laughed with the wizards in society, talking about the Potions Society and the recent reforms of the Ministry of Magic towards werewolves.

Slughorn stood there in a daze, remembering that he was the initiator.

"Oh, Harry, my boy." Slughorn saw Harry coming.

His eyes fell on Luna beside Harry, and he was speechless.

Luna wore a dress covered in sequins.

...

It has to be said that if Slughorn had ambition, he would be able to quickly gather a force.

Among his students, there are also wealthy people from pure-blood families like Lucius.

For example, John met the editor-in-chief of "Practical Potion Master" and also got to know many people from all walks of life.

Although those people might benefit more than the Silver Hand identity.

But it still has a significant effect.

Building a good relationship will serve as a bargaining chip for future meetings and negotiations.

A dragon trainer who raises dragons in Romania talked about the recent days with a sad face: "It's too bad. Nearly half of the fire dragons in Romania have escaped."

"You didn't try to stop it, Werner?"

Werner Hall was a former student of Slughorn who later chose to raise dragons.

"We can't keep dragons in cages for long periods of time unless we have a room big enough to hold them all, and that's impossible," Werner complained.

Dragon trainers have had a tough time these days, as most of the fire dragon materials on the market come from Romania.

Now that the fire dragon has escaped, they are unable to stop it, resulting in a shortage of fire dragon materials on the market.

Even Slughorn joined in, complaining about the recent exaggeration in the price of dragon's blood.

This has led to an increase in the prices of many commodities that require dragon materials.

Even Hogwarts was affected. In the past, each student in the Herbology class had a pair of dragon leather gloves, but now they have to take turns using them.

The potion masters are the ones who suffer the greatest loss of dragon materials, and they are suffering terribly.

"It's not easy for you either," Slughorn said to comfort his former student.

"This is not the biggest hidden danger," Werner said worriedly. "An old dragon trainer in Romania told us that if this situation is not the estrus period, it will be very bad."

"Why?" Slughorn asked, becoming interested.

Hearing unknown news from his connections is also his favorite thing.

Werner said with a heavy face, "Dragon King."

"What?" Slughorn was stunned.

"The old dragon trainer told us that the dragons have their masters. They have given birth to their own king, and there have been large-scale escapes."

"This has not happened for thousands of years, and we have no way to confirm it," Werner said. "Fortunately, we sent wizards to wait for the escaped fire dragon at night, ready to follow the fire dragon to find out what happened."

Slughorn took a sip of wine and said, "How surprising! I have never heard of a dragon having its own king. This reminds me of Merlin, who was a dragon speaker who could understand the language of fire dragons."

John was also present, and his eyes darkened as he listened to what Werner said.

"What's the matter, John?" asked Slughorn.

John smiled faintly and said, "I suddenly realized that my friend just walked out."

Slughorn did not doubt him and laughed: "Draco Malfoy, yes, I saw it, and he took Miss Greengrass away."

"what!"

Daphne, who couldn't find her sister, looked fierce when she heard this.

Slughorn realized that he had said something wrong.

Daphne ran out, and John excused himself and walked out as well.

"What do you want to do, John Wick?" a sarcastic tone sounded.

John stopped and saw Snape there.

"Your remarks." Snape walked over slowly.

He stared at John, as if trying to see through the thoughts beneath that skull, and said in a long tone: "What do you want to accomplish with this power?"

"You misunderstood, professor." John said calmly, "I am just behaving normally in social situations."

Looking at Harry who was not far from Snape, John casually said, "Have you ever thought that the reason why Sirius became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts might have been with the help of Dumbledore?"

When Snape heard that name, he frowned as if he had smelled shit.

"Everyone in Hogwarts knows that you want that position," John curled his lips, "Do you think Dumbledore doesn't know?"

"That's enough," Snape said coldly, "Mr. Wick."

John shrugged and walked out of the party.

As John passed a classroom, he saw Daphne.

She was peeking inside through the crack in the door.

This indecent behavior made John feel helpless.

Leaning closer, he finally understood why Daphne was holding her wand tightly.

In classrooms.

Malfoy and Astoria each held a plate of cream cake.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"You've got some sticky stuff here." Malfoy wiped the cream off the corner of Astoria's lips with his index finger.

The sudden intimacy made Astoria thank him very quietly.

They sat on the windowsill, and Malfoy was stunned by his own actions, looking at the girl in the cold moonlight.

His heart was beating as if it was about to jump out.

There were only two people in the classroom. There was a sweet smell of cream and a hint of the fragrance of pear blossoms in the air, coming from the girl's hair.

Astoria was also nervous, and she glanced at Malfoy secretly.

Just happened to collide with the line of sight.

Panic, secret joy, heat...

Both of them quickly shifted their gaze.

The innocent love sprouts unexpectedly.

Malfoy raised his head and looked at the moonlight outside. His mind suddenly jumped and he said, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Yes, the moonlight is so beautiful, and you are enough for me.

The moonlight lengthened their shadows.

Astoria looked up and plunged into eyes that belonged only to her without reservation.