I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"As long as you complete my next test, I will give you the power you seek."

John sat silently opposite. After hearing this, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "I want to ask, if I accept your test, will I be expelled from Slytherin?"

Gryffindor said disapprovingly: "Isn't it just right to expel him? Pure-blood families generally don't lack money anyway."

"Well, Head of Gryffindor, I'm a Muggle-born."

"Um?!"

Gryffindor was shocked. It would be fine if you were a Slytherin, but you were a Muggle-born.

What happened in Hogwarts during the time I was away? Slytherin was actually implanted with Muggles?

Gryffindor, feeling that the amount of information was exploding, said that he needed to sort it out, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Did Gryffindor and Slytherin switch names?"

He glanced at John again, and the more he looked at him, the more likely it seemed.

It turns out that Godric Gryffindor has the personality of a big boy. He and Salazar Slytherin are one brave and one calm. One pursues adventure and the other craves magic.

The two were opposites but also best friends, and even if they parted ways later, it was a peaceful breakup.

Godric Gryffindor simply gave up thinking about it and said, "Don't worry, my legacy will be exposed to the whole school, you will not be expelled."

"Ok."

John was relieved to hear that he would not be expelled. Although the inheritance was very tempting, if he was expelled, Voldemort would hate him after his resurrection.

"There are three tests: the bird in the forest, the lion in the mountain, and the brave swordsman."

"I will observe your performance during the test."

Gryffindor said and was about to wave his wand, but John raised his hand to interrupt him.

John said apologetically, "I'm sorry Head of Gryffindor, I probably can't proceed right now, it's bedtime."

Gryffindor held his breath and made all the moves ready, but was stood up by John.

"Then let's change the time!" Gryffindor said this after holding it in for a long time.

"Thank you, Headmaster Gryffindor."

John stood up, bowed and left. He was shocked when he heard that the test was about to begin.

[Ding, triggering the challenge mission, Gryffindor Legacy Phase 1, Bird in the Forest, get reward any point +, blessing: Flying Man in the Forest]

John didn't have any amulets on him right now, and he wasn't going to take any risks without having all the equipment.

Only by being cautious and prudent can you achieve long-term success.

After returning to the dormitory, John prepared to gather his energy before going there again.

...

the next day.

John came to the Great Hall and had a good breakfast of porridge and pickled herrings, bread, eggs and bacon.

Although eating pickled herring in the morning feels like eating snail noodles with white porridge, John's stomach has become as strong as iron after so many years.

He was eating bread and porridge, and a blonde girl sat next to him.

Daphne stared at John's handsome profile and laughed for no apparent reason.

She said casually, "John, do you know that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart? My mother likes him very much."

John drank a mouthful of porridge and ate it with some chopped bacon, and said calmly: "I read his book, and it is indeed well written, but I don't know how good his teaching is."

Changing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher every year has resulted in uneven levels of achievement among students in this course.

John didn't know what the school was thinking. Why were they so stubborn? Couldn't they just change the name and teach the same course? Wouldn't it be the same to call it Counteraction of the Dark Arts?

Voldemort cursed the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. What does it have to do with me, the professor of Countermeasures Against the Dark Arts?

I don’t know whether the curse is true or not, but it is true that one professor is consumed every year.

Professor Quirrell in the previous school year was not serious in teaching. John later learned the dark arts from him and knew that Quirrell was quite capable and was just hiding his shortcomings on purpose.

Malfoy came over with two followers. He found John excitedly and said, "John, Potter and the annoying Weasley got into trouble this time. They drove a speeding car to the school. It's a pity that you were not in the Great Hall yesterday."

The news spread quickly, and that night Gryffindor celebrated Harry's reckless behavior.

Harry also realized that he had done something stupid, and the price he paid was that Hermione was angry.

As the smartest one in the group of three, Hermione couldn't believe that someone could be so stupid.

She read "Sailing with Vampires" in a huff. As a book lover, she was completely fascinated by the book and was full of admiration for the author Gilderoy Lockhart.

Today the postman arrived and hundreds of owls crowded into the auditorium, creating a chaotic mess in the sky above.

An old owl was flying towards Gryffindor, and when it tried to stop, it dived into Hermione's milk jug.

"Errol!"

This old owl belonged to the Weasley family. Ron rescued it and saw the red envelope it was holding.

Howling letter.

Now it was time to watch something interesting. John saw Malford turn around, as if he was going to watch a great drama.

"Haha, a Howler Letter, Weasley is in trouble." Malfoy gloated, and the follower next to him cooperated by making crying gestures.

Ron held the Howler and didn't want to open it. Neville whispered:

"You'd better open it. It's even worse if you don't. My grandma sent it to me once, but I ignored it and the result was..."

Neville shuddered at the thought of that horrible scene.

Ron swallowed hard, knowing without thinking that the outcome would be horrible.

He opened the Howler letter with trembling hands.

The huge roar inside shook the entire auditorium. John watched a pinch of ash fall into his porridge, and he calmly moved it to Malfoy.

Malfoy enjoyed the scene of Weasley's miserable life with gusto, picked up the porridge and took a sip, but there was too little porridge, so he finished it in just two or three mouthfuls.

...

Chapter 55: Hogwarts King of Wisdom and the Whomping Willow

The first class was History of Magic. Before class, John went to see the Whomping Willow that was hit by his father.

The Whomping Willow is a large willow tree outside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It has a furious temper and anything that hits it will be beaten by its branches.

By the time John arrived at the Whomping Willow, there were already two people there.

"I heard that I once encountered a Whomping Willow while traveling. As long as I used it like this..."

"Stop, you'll only irritate it!"

"Don't worry, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, the holder of the Order of Merlin, third degree, and the one with the most charming smile."

Snapped!

"Why not weird?"

"Shut up!"

John watched as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who claimed to know everything, took out his wand and cast a spell, successfully making the Whomping Willow furious.

Professor Sprout, a fellow professor of Herbology who was under the tree, was innocently implicated and was blown away by the Whomping Willow.

At this moment, Professor Sprout wanted to kill Lockhart. This former Ravenclaw student was a guy who was always talking nonsense.

Professor Sprout's face was gloomy. She couldn't understand why Dumbledore allowed this shame of Ravenclaw to come back to teach.

"It's okay Professor Sprout, I've traveled with trolls before, so injuries like this are a piece of cake for me."

"Stop it, don't come over here!"

Professor Sprout's short and fat body burst out with infinite strength, and he rolled and crawled out of the attack range of the Whomping Willow.

She was really scared. If this guy continued to deal with it, she might either die of the Whomping Willow or herself.

So she used the excuse that class was about to start and asked the annoying guy to leave quickly.

"This King of Understanding is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

After John witnessed the whole process of how Lockhart harmed a senior professor of herbology, he fell into deep thought.

"Even if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a one-year job, he wouldn't let this kind of bastard in, right?"

Recalling the Lockhart works he had read, John seriously doubted whether the two Lockharts were the same person.

"Does the wizarding world also have ghostwriters?"

The seeds of doubt had been planted, and John came to the vicinity of the Whomping Willow after the two left.

He had seen from the Marauder's Map that there was a secret passage under the Whomping Willow, but how to get close to it was a problem.

The Whomping Willow is very ferocious. The branches that were originally standing tall are now collapsed. It goes without saying that this is the contribution made by one's own father.

John approached the Whomping Willow and a branch whipped him directly.

He stepped back to avoid it, and the Whomping Willow waved its branches and looked very tough.

"It's so sensitive and active. If it's used to make amulets, it might have unexpected effects."

Watching the Whomping Willow waving there, John stroked his chin, his eyes fixed on the injured area.

He was already thinking about where to get some.

As for treating the Whomping Willow, isn't it normal to get a little injured in this kind of thing?

Drawing his wand in his left hand, John drew his sword.

"Petrificus Totalus"

The waving branches stopped, and John seized the opportunity to leap up using his flying boots and cut off some of the broken branches.

After doing all this, John activated his flying boots and flew away. After the Whomping Willow recovered, it waved its branches angrily like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Don't worry, I'll study how to treat you."

John felt justified and even thought the Whomping Willow was petty.

It’s such a big tree, what’s wrong with giving yourself some?

With a wave of his hand, John stuffed the branches into his handbag and turned around without taking a cloud with him.

As for the treatment of the Whomping Willow, he felt that this professional issue might need to be handled by a more professional person.

For example, Professor Sprout is a very good choice.

The class time was approaching, and John was familiar with all the secret passages in Hogwarts, so he was not panicked at all.

He entered the classroom on time just one second before the History of Magic class was about to begin.

Professor Binns of the History of Magic forgot to take his body with him after waking up from sleep, and thus became a ghost.

His lessons were dull and lifeless, just like his old and lifeless face, which made people feel sleepy.

Even John managed to stay awake. He was apparently reading History of Magic in class, but in fact he was studying with his alchemy notes.

After getting through History of Magic, the next class in the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At lunch time, Ron was there cursing his broken wand.

"My mother said Lockhart was a brave wizard."

Unlike Daphne who was full of expectations, John no longer had any expectations for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class after thinking of what he saw in the morning.

He picked up the potato with the skin on and peeled it carefully, then put it in his mouth in one bite.

Malfoy was not around, because he had gone to laugh at Harry.

This morning, Harry was caught by Lockhart and was given another round of publicity, which made little Malfoy very jealous.

Daphne forgot to bring the new book "Magic Me" that her mother asked Lockhart to sign, so she went back to get it.

Hermione came over holding Lockhart's book, her face slightly flushed, and said expectantly, "I wonder what kind of lively lesson Professor Lockhart will bring. It will be as adventurous as in his book."

"Uh... this may be a little difficult." John couldn't bear to tell her the truth.