I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The trip to Hogsmeade was cancelled, but that didn't stop John from leaving the school without permission.

Rules never constrained him.

He was sitting in the Hog's Head Tavern, and the tavern owner, Aberforth, was a little confused.

If Aberforth remembered correctly, this kid shouldn't be here today.

It would be fine if you skipped classes openly, but you even left school openly.

And there is no intention to hide myself at all.

After all, you are the spy of the former headmaster of Hogwarts. You are really not afraid of my reporting you.

John glanced at Aberforth. Why was the old man talking so much nonsense in his mind?

After waiting for a while, he saw a graceful figure in a white silk robe approaching.

The man was wearing a white mask and was covered tightly by a cloak.

John looked at Furong who was coming over and said helplessly, "You didn't want to dress like this on a whim, did you?"

"Of course," Fleur said, pulling off her mask and winking, "It's fun, isn't it?"

"Okay, that's right." John shrugged. Tang Mi also dressed like this at the beginning.

He saw Aberforth coming over with a wine glass and raised his hand to stop him, "No, your cups are too dirty."

Aberforth's eyes widened. You're sitting in my shop without buying anything?

Aberforth was driven away and glared.

Fleur took out the Heart of Silence, forming a magical field that was impenetrable to sound.

The cautious performance made John serious.

"Sybill Trelawney predicted it."

Furong took out a tightly wrapped crystal ball and said, "She scared Jennifer, but she doesn't seem to remember it."

Fortunately, John has foresight, and as the person whose prophecies run through the entire Harry Potter series, he has always been cautious enough.

Taking the crystal ball, John glanced at it and nodded to Fleur.

...

Chapter 469: Famous underwater scene

Furong came over to give the crystal ball. Logically speaking, this kind of thing should be done by Tang Mi.

After getting the things, John saw Fleur cancel the Silent Heart.

Suddenly, Fleur sighed.

"I don't think the Weasleys are right for me," said Fleur.

John looked around and after confirming that Furong was about to complain to him, he smiled helplessly.

He snapped his fingers, and Aberforth, who had been paying attention to this place, thought he was being called.

Just as he was about to go over, he saw John produce two exquisite wine glasses that didn't fit in with the surroundings.

There was also a bottle of expensive wine that looked like it was worth enough to buy free drinks for the entire bar.

Not only did this guy not spend any money, he also brought his own drinks!

Aberforth was beginning to feel a little impatient. Who would go to a pub for free like this?

John ignored him and poured Fleur a glass of cherry-colored wine, conjuring up a cherry and placing it on top.

Furong took it and took a sip, then started talking, telling Bill everything that had happened to her and him.

John acts as a tree hole and also provides wine pouring service.

I have to agree with Furong from time to time.

Furong's emotional experience can be summarized in one sentence.

He's a good guy, but his mother is not a good person.

...

Ron was drugged.

Harry used going to see Romilda as bait to lure Ron to the principal's office.

The power of the love potion gave Harry goose bumps, and Ron seemed to have no IQ. He didn't even suspect anything when he was led to the headmaster's office.

Slughorn was in his sleeping gown, humming a tune, picking up a piece of candied pineapple given by a former student and putting it in his mouth, and preparing to open a bottle of mead to moisten his throat.

As soon as I sat down, I heard an anxious voice.

It came from the gargoyles, and by the voice Slughorn recognised Harry.

He opened the door and Harry walked up the spiral staircase until he reached the door of the Headmaster's office.

"Harry," muttered Slughorn, "that's too early. I usually get up late on Saturdays."

As a headmaster, Slughorn didn't want his comfortable Saturday to be disturbed.

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you." Harry said as softly as he could. There was a guy behind him who kept standing on tiptoe to peek into the old man's room.

Harry was almost squeezed in. He said with a bitter face: "But my friend Ron accidentally ingested the love potion. Can you give him some antidote?"

"I wanted to take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not allowed to buy anything from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, so, you know..."

Going to see Madam Pomfrey means that Professor McGonagall and the others will also know that they will definitely be deducted points.

The Weasley twins could never have imagined that one day their things would harm their younger brother.

"I thought you had found an antidote for him," said Slughorn doubtfully. "Aren't you a Potions expert, Harry?"

"Uh..." Harry's mind worked quickly, trying not to let himself get caught, "I've never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir. By the time I do, Ron might have had something seriously wrong with him."

His reason was so convincing that Slughorn did not suspect it at all.

And Slughorn, who was a collector, was also very happy that Harry came to see him.

"Today is his birthday, Professor," Harry pleaded with Slughorn.

Slughorn did not hesitate and let Harry and his men in.

"I hope the potion hasn't expired," said Slughorn wryly. "You know, the longer it's kept, the stronger it gets."

Harry walked in and found that the place was different from the last Christmas party.

At the same time, unlike the Dumbledore period, there are not so many silver items here. Instead, there are two exquisite small crucibles, a photo cabinet and a material cabinet.

"You've come at the right time," Slughorn said, taking out a little emerald liquid from the delicate little cauldron. "There's just a little left. Try the Universal Elixir."

He poured the potion into a small cup and handed it to Ron, who was being comforted by Harry.

"How do I look?" Ron asked stupidly.

"Very handsome," said Slughorn. "Drink it, it will keep you calm when she comes."

Slughorn muttered to Harry beside him, "That's all I have. I'm still trying to figure out how to refine it."

Harry saw that the bottle looked very similar to the one John had given Mrs. Weasley.

Ron didn't suspect anything and drank it directly.

This thing that Slughorn called the "universal potion" was fast-acting and had immediate effects.

"Well, it tastes like waterweed, I suppose?" inquired Slughorn.

Ron was free from the aphrodisiac, but his face looked as bitter as if he had eaten a dozen bitter bamboo shoots.

Slumped on the sofa, Ron looked doubtful about his life.

"It doesn't taste very good. Maybe we can drink something else to perk up."

Slughorn took out a bottle of mead and boasted, "This is a gift from John. It's oak-aged mead. I have to say he's a man who knows how to figure out people's preferences."

When you open the wine, a rich but not greasy aroma wafts over.

Slughorn produced three glasses and filled them with wine.

Giving each of them a glass, he said happily, "Such good wine, let's think of some toasts."

"Happy birthday to Mr. Weasley, and may you dispel the pain of disillusionment in love. Cheers."

"cheers."

Slughorn laughed, and Harry, who also thought the old man looked much cuter, laughed and shouted cheers.

Just as he was about to drink it, Ron next to him finished it in one gulp and then fell straight down.

Ron's limbs were twitching violently, he was foaming at the mouth, and his eyeballs were bulging out.

"Oh my god, Ralph?"

"Ron!"

Slughorn was so frightened that he even called the wrong name.

Harry ran over and shouted to Slughorn, "Professor! Think of a solution!"

Faced with such a scene, Slughorn was stunned. He looked down at the cup in his hand and stammered, "Why...but..."

Harry jumped over a low table and came to the two delicate little cauldrons. He looked down and saw that only two drops of emerald green liquid were left.

Without caring about anything else, Harry brought the entire cauldron over.

He pried Ron's mouth open with one hand and poured two drops of emerald green liquid into it.

Ron's body gradually stopped twitching, but the situation was still not optimistic because the dosage of the medicine was too small.

Slughorn seemed to come to his senses and asked Harry to send the man to the school hospital immediately.

The bottle of wine was placed on the table, half full of amber liquor.

...

John had never expected that he would end up in a dingy pub listening to Fleur telling love stories.

When Fleur finally finished, John returned to the school.

He did not return to the castle immediately, but looked at the Black Lake.

After making sure the bag was securely closed, he headed toward the Black Lake.

A Grindylow saw John and tried to play tricks on the student.

John glanced at it and it looked familiar to the grindylow.

After a few seconds, Grindylow remembered something and swam back into the water at twice the speed he came in.

At the same time, the creatures in the water heard the news and fled far away.

“I don’t remember what I did.”

Seeing this scene, John fell into deep thought.

I didn’t do anything in Black Lake last time.

Isn't it just splitting the Black Lake and using the dragon's might to scare them underwater?

Apart from that, I didn't do anything.

Walking into the water, the water of the Black Lake was above my head.

John tried to communicate with the Spirit of the Black Lake, but there was no response just like last time.

He simply swam towards the place where he found the giant octopus last time.

...

Not being allowed to go to Hogsmeade was very hard on the restless young people.

I can only find some fun in the castle by myself.

Slytherin doesn't have the high vistas of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to watch.

Fortunately, they have a unique underwater scene, which is the most special among the four academies.