I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John's face turned pale as he waved his sword to fend off the attack, while also having to take into account the possibility of a sneak attack.

Being so exhausted, he soon showed signs of defeat.

He was hit by a red light from the wizard puppet and flew out of the training ground.

The three attacking puppets stopped moving, and John felt nauseous and retched.

"vomit--"

He spat it out, a slug sliding out of his mouth.

"I rely on!"

The visual impact was so strong that John couldn't help but vomit again.

Now more slugs appeared, and he quickly reached for his wand to remove the curse from himself.

Because of his training, he took off the amulet and did not trigger the armor spell.

I didn't expect that the puppet used a minor evil curse, which was not very harmful but extremely insulting.

At least John was very disgusted, which made him want to tear the three guys apart.

"A mage, an assassin, and a warrior."

After lifting the spell, John swept away all the slugs on the ground.

His expression was solemn, and these three were a perfect match.

One is responsible for the frontal attack, one is responsible for disturbing the enemy from the side, and one is responsible for the main output.

This combination made John feel as if he had become a wild leader and was being killed by the team.

He tried a few more times, and after the third attempt to free his swollen front teeth, John was helpless.

"It's a bit difficult to deal with these three against one. Maybe it will be easier as long as we upgrade."

His pupils dilated and John summoned the panel.

[Magic: Level 3 (1085/1500)]

【魔咒：漂浮咒（4级）、变形咒（2级，可选龙形）、幻身咒（4级）、火焰熊熊（4级）、粉身碎骨（3级）、厉火（3级）、大脑封闭术（4级）……】

【技能：短武器精通（7级）、大剑精通（4级）、热武器精通（1级）、如尼文精通（2级）、炼金术精通（2级）】

[Blessings: Physical Fitness, Speedy Attack, Precision, Academic Master 2.0, Pilot, Long-distance Running, Sword Dance, Night Demon, Troll Killer, Knight, Fire Swallowing, Deterrence, Hardening, Dragon Language]

The greatsword has always been level 4, which is sufficient, but it still pales in comparison to this combination.

John was considering whether to upgrade, as he only had one arbitrary point left, and if he used it, he would have to wait until the next mission was completed before he could get it back.

"Forget it. We won't be in any danger at Hogwarts for now."

With a spirit of not admitting defeat and because he was disgusted just now, John had to dismantle the three dolls to vent his anger.

He lightly clicked on the Greatsword Mastery, and instantly, his familiarity with the greatsword became stronger.

Not only that, he recalled the previous battle and realized how stupid it was to think that his defense was perfect.

As if after practicing thousands of times, John finally grasped the sword and controlled it as easily as with his own arm.

"Weapons are an extension of your limbs."

He looked at the three puppets intently.

As they stepped back in, the three puppets all looked up at John.

"Come on, I'm a fire dragon."

With a whisper, the flames reignited on Ironwick's sword.

John took the lead and rushed out like a wild horse.

The warrior puppet went forward to meet it, hacking from top to bottom.

John was not willing to be outdone. He held the sword in both hands and instead of retreating, he advanced. His body narrowly brushed against the wooden sword. He swung the sword through the wind and slashed at the warrior puppet.

At this moment, a red light flew towards John. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and the red light flew past the sword.

Then there was a sound of breaking wind from behind, it was the assassin puppet's sneak attack.

John slashed out with his sword and adjusted it accordingly, blocking the attack with his sword on his back.

The warrior reacted and attacked again. John used both hands to push the assassin away, and swung the sword in his hand from top to bottom, cutting off the warrior puppet's sword-holding hand.

The wizard puppet attacked again. John seized the opportunity to draw his wand and cast the Armor Spell to block the attack. At the same time, he rotated his body with his left foot as the fulcrum and swung out the greatsword in his right hand.

The hilt of the sword slid across his palm and was grabbed by the tail just as it was about to slip out of his hand.

As a result, the sword suddenly extended a certain distance, just enough to pierce through the assassin puppet that was approaching from behind.

One of the three puppets lost its combat power and one was pierced, leaving a wizard puppet that kept firing spells to attack.

John saw this and kept using the Armor Spell to resist, and at the same time he cast a spell to hit the approaching one-armed warrior puppet, causing it to follow the assassin's footsteps.

Between attack and defense, John gradually approached the wizard puppet.

Although the mage can also move, he is too slow compared to the assassin.

John picked up a spell and sent out a ball of white light with his backhand, hitting the wizard's body and blasting him away.

Taking advantage of the victory, Ironwick's sword pierced through the body of the wizard puppet, and the scorching flames instantly ignited it.

Finally I cleared the level.

John suddenly felt the depression dissipate from his chest.

He sat down, feeling refreshed.

"Only those at level 5 can defeat him, so what level does a master have to be?"

John became even more curious about the remaining master levels. The ones that were already difficult were already so difficult, so would the master level have to fight Voldemort by himself?

Come to think of it, it’s impossible.

Just as John was sitting on the ground, the wooden sword in the corner began to change.

The originally rough-shaped wooden sword gradually became smaller, and the excess part fell to the ground, combining into a human figure like skin.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office.

Dumbledore came back after finishing his business.

There, the Sword of Gryffindor trembled slightly.

When Dumbledore saw this scene, he walked towards the Sword of Gryffindor with a look of surprise on his face.

"Albus."

The Sorting Hat placed there suddenly spoke, and Dumbledore turned his head and looked, as if he had thought of something.

"Is he back?"

"It's not him, it's his secret room that's opened."

When it comes to knowledge about Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat undoubtedly knows the most.

Dumbledore quickened his pace to the Sorting Hat and asked, "Who is it?"

"I don't know. You know, the founders of the Four Institutes have always been like this."

These words made Dumbledore fall into deep thought.

He knew that the founders of the four houses had all left their own legacy at Hogwarts, just like the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets that had been opened, and the other three also had their own legacy.

And he, as the Sorting Hat calls him, is Gryffindor.

"Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets, is that you, Harry?"

The first person Dumbledore thought of was Harry. In his opinion, the Chamber of Secrets would only be opened to the recognized successor.

And the savior Harry Potter will be the most promising one.

The Sword of Gryffindor stopped trembling, and Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that you also sense that danger is approaching?"

...

John had rested enough and was ready to go back.

After standing up, John turned around and picked up the sword he had inserted into the puppet.

The flames had gone out, and the red light on the spell had dimmed.

He turned, took a step, and stopped.

In front of him, a young man wearing a wizard's hat was looking at him.

At that moment, John felt like he was being stared at by a lion.

Chapter 54: Inheritance Test and Roaring Letter

The man had red hair draped over his shoulders, a handsome face, and a beard on his chin.

Pieces of sawdust-like skin stuck to the body, making him feel like a wooden man.

Alarm bells rang in John's mind. He silently gripped his sword tightly, and the wand in his left hand was ready to cast a spell at any time.

"you are?"

The last piece of peeled sawdust stuck to his face, and the originally thick wooden sword was now reduced to a twig-like magic wand.

The man opened his eyes, which were gleaming with energy, and the first thing he said was, "You must be a Gryffindor, right!"

"Uh…I'm a Slytherin."

"Slytherin?"

The man looked at John in a daze, holding a big sword in his right hand and a wand in his left hand. This was clearly his way of attacking. You said you are a Slytherin?

Godric Gryffindor laughed and said, "Don't lie. My hat will not let you into Slytherin if you beat the test I left behind."

He was confident that this was a joke from the little wizard, but John could sense something was wrong.

Your hat?

The Sorting Hat?

John asked tentatively, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Godric Gryffindor, you can call me the old headmaster if you like."

Gryffindor, who seemed to be in his prime, wanted to touch his beard out of habit, but he stopped when he remembered that his body was made according to his appearance when he was young.

"The founders of the Four Academies?!" John was shocked.

"You can call me that too. This is the Chamber of Secrets I left behind. How is it? It's very useful, right? How is Gryffindor doing now? Did they defeat Slytherin in the House Cup?"

Gryffindor still thought that John was a Gryffindor student, and snorted coldly when he thought of his former good friend Salazar Slytherin.

It seems that the feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin has a long history and has existed since the founding of the school.

Seeing how much he hated Slytherin, John silently pointed to the green color on his clothes and said, "I really am a Slytherin. If you don't believe me, just look."

The eye-catching green and silver looked dazzling on the wizard robes, and Gryffindor suddenly felt unwell.

"Damn it, is my hat broken? He sorted you into Slytherin?"

Not to mention the little lion of Gryffindor, even Gryffindor himself seriously doubted whether there was something wrong with his hat.

John didn't know what to say, so he just smiled awkwardly.

The student who passed the test and made himself reappear was not a Gryffindor, which made Godric Gryffindor feel uncomfortable.

However, the secret room he left behind was open to the entire school, with the aim of finding an outstanding successor.

Even though the heir was from Slytherin, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Well, you have passed the test and are eligible to inherit my estate."

Gryffindor waved the wand in his hand lightly, and the fallen puppet returned to normal and walked into the fireplace, and two chairs appeared out of thin air.

He sat in one of the chairs, his wand in his hand like a branch.