I swung a sword at Hogwarts

This resulted in the already wealthy foundation making another fortune.

...

John's schedule this school year is simple.

Hagrid's class, looking for the Chamber of Secrets, and occasionally discussing the Bloodborne Curse with Slughorn.

He had plenty of time and visited almost every place in Hogwarts.

He even went to the restricted books section several times.

Madam Pince pretended not to notice his behavior.

"There is nothing there. Even the smartest person can't find it. Where is it?"

John began to doubt the authenticity of this secret room.

He visited almost every place related to wisdom, even the principal's office.

But there was no Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets anywhere.

John was troubled by the fact that he wanted to find Hufflepuff's Chamber of Secrets but had no clues.

"That's right. If it were simple, I wouldn't have encountered it once in seven years." John comforted himself.

Back in the common room, he received a reply.

One was from Dad, telling John that he had bought a piece of land outside London.

John wants to build an orphanage because due to their special circumstances, they cannot be allowed to be in the magical world, nor can they be noticed by too many Muggles.

The suburbs are a good choice, and it won't attract attention when used to build a house.

However, the administrator still needs Dad’s help to find one, as he does not intend to let the wizard become an administrator.

With the wizard's way of thinking, he was afraid that those Muggle children would be troubled by wizards.

You don't have to expect much Muggle common sense from a wizard who throws his child down a building to test whether it's a Squib.

The second was from Lockhart.

This former Ravenclaw student mentioned in his reply that his new book is about love.

He wanted to challenge his weaknesses and try a new type of writing.

In response to this, John's mind flashed to the books written by Lockhart, with the banshees, vampires and the like in them.

Don’t you think that love is twisted?

A wise man never falls in love.

I don't know what Ravenclaw's understanding of love is.

Silently, John put down the letter and could only wish Lockhart continued success.

Just as he was about to pick up the third letter, he paused.

"A wise man does not fall in love?"

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Chapter 575: A wise man does not fall in love, River

Where smart people can't find it, that's where smart people won't go.

"Where wouldn't a wise man go?"

John stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Ravenclaw is a person who pursues wisdom. What made her give up wisdom?"

Or to put it another way, what wisdom is worth the proud eagle giving up pursuing?

Ravenclaw's life was spent pursuing wisdom, just like the crown she left behind.

It's hard to believe that such a person would fall in love to the point of giving up wisdom.

"Gilderoy, you did me a favor." John leaned back in his chair, tapping the table with his fingers intentionally or unintentionally.

If Lockhart hadn't wanted to change his style and write a novel about love set in romantic Paris, John probably wouldn't have thought of this.

Unfortunately, thinking about it is one thing, but implementing it is another.

First of all, John is not in love.

Secondly, where would he find such a person?

"A wise man does not fall in love."

John felt that this condition seemed fraught with difficulty.

Walking out the door and into the common room, his eyes flicked over to Daphne, who was sitting on the couch.

Daphne was staring fiercely at the large window in the Slytherin common room, or rather, at the person standing there.

"Atto, let's go to the Black Lake some other day," Malfoy said proudly, waving his hand. "I'll get a boat and we can go boating on it."

Astoria blinked and smiled sweetly, "Okay, thank you, Draco."

Malfoy raised his head, looking proud.

He secretly glanced at the distance between himself and Astoria, and his sinful right hand lurked towards Astoria.

Touched.

That's Astoria's dress.

Through a layer of clothes, Malfoy was excited.

He used a little force with his right hand, causing the loose school robe to stick to Astoria's skin, outlining the shape of her slender waist.

Malfoy's brain was working fast at this moment and his breathing became rapid.

Astoria did not resist, but moved closer to Malfoy.

"It's close, it's close!"

Malfoy seemed to be able to smell the scent of pear blossoms on Astoria, and his heart was beating rapidly.

His eyes fell on Astoria's pink lips, and his mind flashed back to the kiss in the classroom last year.

The gentle touch is softer and sweeter than marshmallows.

"Ato."

Malfoy spoke in a low voice, looking at Astoria fondly.

Their eyes met that sky-blue eye and they stared at each other.

Gradually approaching.

"Ah, you little bastard!" Daphne covered the table with the parchment in her hand.

She couldn't stand it anymore, so she overturned the table that was in the way, drew her wand and rushed towards Malfoy.

"Levicorpus!"

"Furnunculus"

"Rictusempra!"

"Tarantollegra!"

"Densaugeo"

"..."

Spells struck Malfoy one after another.

The Slytherin students were all stunned and rushed forward one by one to stop Daphne from continuing to cast the spell.

"Calm down, calm down!"

"Be sensible, be sensible!"

"Even if it's Draco, he'll die, Daphne!"

The girls are responsible for pulling Daphne, and the boys are responsible for acting as a human wall.

Malfoy was hanging in the air, with scabies on his face, but he kept laughing, his legs dancing randomly, and rabbit-like front teeth growing in his laughing mouth.

In the end, it was John who rescued him.

Malfoy was angry, "I'm only seventeen years old, I just want a kiss, what's wrong with me!"

John looked at him silently and took a step to the side.

Daphne, who had been stopped with great difficulty behind him, immediately drew out her wand when she saw this, and frightened Malfoy so much that he immediately pulled John back.

"You said you don't know how to be low-key. Can't you do some things secretly when you are on a date?" Blaise couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Everyone knows that Daphne can't stand this."

There is a mentality that if I can’t get it, I can’t let others get it either.

Who in the entire Slytherin doesn't know who Daphne likes?

She is in love with someone, but you are so shameless that you make love with her right in front of her.

Daphne, who had been caught in the rain, hated to see Malfoy like this and had to tear up his umbrella.

Malfoy was unhappy when he heard this and shouted, "You are a rubbish who has been chasing Weasley for a year and still failed. Of course you don't know that open love is the best!"

Brace stepped back repeatedly, holding his heart, his fists hardened.

MD, I really want to beat him to death.

"You, you bastard, if I continue to speak up for you, you'd better let Daphne beat you to death!"

After that, Blaise was ready to die, locked Malfoy from behind, and yelled, "Daphne, shoot at me!"

A beam of red light knocked both of them flying.

The Slytherin common room was in chaos.

...

John finally chose to take Malfoy out for a walk.

If he stayed any longer, he suspected that Malfoy would not only be attacked by Daphne, but that all the Slytherins would join the battle.

Malfoy was still mumbling.

"Ato and I are obviously in a normal relationship, she is just jealous. Who made her..." He stopped here.

John glanced at Malfoy and suddenly asked, "Is there anything that can make you give up what you have been pursuing?"

"Pursuing?" Malfoy was stunned, and thought about it carefully, "How could there be such a thing?"

"I think so too." John nodded, but the problem seemed to still exist.

Two people came to the corridor and wandered around.

Filch, who had heard that a young wizard had come out after curfew, appeared angrily, and stopped when he saw who it was.

"Good evening, John."

"Good evening, the moonlight is beautiful tonight. I just saw Mrs. Norris on the other side."

"Oh, that naughty little guy is becoming more and more energetic."

John smiled and nodded at Filch, who waved and left.

Even Malfoy was ignored by him.

Malfoy said in surprise: "You are the only one who can make Filch like this."

"You don't know that he is scarier than a ghost in the eyes of students."

John said casually, "Only those who violate the rules are afraid of Filch."

Hearing this, Malfoy looked strange.

Aren't they violating discipline now?

"Have you heard the rumor?" Malfoy said as he walked along the corridor filled with moonlight. He didn't know where to get a lot of information at school. "The King of Hogwarts."

"They see you as a leader, and you deserve it," Malfoy said proudly.