I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John raised his hand, his fingers passing through the cold moonlight, and chuckled, "This is just the beginning."

The two of them walked around the school casually. At least Malfoy didn't dare to go back until Daphne calmed down.

Before they knew it, the two of them arrived at the Ravenclaw Tower.

There are many paintings on the walls of the tower.

"Lumos"

Malfoy waved his wand, and the bright light made the sleeping people in the painting complain.

Malfoy, however, was very mean and said to several knights in a painting: "Why can't I sleep, but you can!"

Several knights picked up their weapons and shouted that they would teach the ignorant boy a lesson.

"You're just a bunch of moving paint." Malfoy deliberately moved the wand light closer, forcing the knight to hide in another painting.

If these paintings could be published, Malfoy would definitely be attacked by everyone.

Suddenly, Malfoy moved too much and knocked over a picture frame.

Then, like dominoes, the paintings hanging on the wall fell one by one.

Just before landing, all the paintings floated up.

John raised his left hand and said speechlessly, "Draco, don't be angry with the painting."

He waved his hand and was about to hang the painting.

He paused when he caught a glimpse of a landscape painting without any figures in his peripheral vision.

It was a quiet riverside, with no animals or people.

This is very strange, except for the occasional wind in it, there is nothing else in that painting.

"Where is the person in the painting?" John waved his hand and a portrait flew over.

Coincidentally, the person in the portrait is an acquaintance.

Sir Cadogan, the fool who put Sirius into Gryffindor.

"What do you mean?" Sir Cadogan raised his head proudly and said confidently, "I don't know, I just know it has been there for a long time."

"Early? How early?"

"I heard from the Fat Lady that it has been around since Hogwarts appeared."

"Thank you for your help, Sir Cadogan." John nodded slightly to Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan admired him very much and said, "You are much better than that skunk boy."

Skunk Boy?

It seems that even Hua knows Malfoy's nickname.

He walked towards the unique painting and examined it.

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Chapter 576 You are really good at scolding people now, taking risks

"Draco, are you interested in an adventure?" John said, looking at the quiet riverside in the painting.

"Adventure?" Malfoy said with a strange look on his face, "I thought only Gryffindors would take risks in school."

"Uh...Draco, you are really good at swearing now."

John couldn't help but look dark.

He began to worry. If Malfoy continued to develop at this level, he suspected that the entire wizarding world would be hated by Malfoy.

"Our first stop, Gryffindor Tower."

John snapped his fingers, hung up all the paintings, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Malfoy followed.

Go to Gryffindor Tower.

The Fat Lady was dozing off.

The little lion is much more well-behaved now. Even Harry Potter, who is known for being a troublemaker, no longer sneaks out at night.

After all, he saw with his own eyes how Filch kicked a giant away.

Harry, who was sensible, did not feel that his body was as strong as that of a giant.

In a daze, the Fat Lady saw someone coming.

"Password." She muttered angrily.

The blinding light hit her face and woke her up immediately.

Shielding her eyes from the bright light with her hands, she saw two people.

"Where did you get this foolish little wizard?" she said angrily. "Put your wand away. I'm going to be very angry."

"Sorry, Fat Lady."

John asked Malfoy to move his wand away and smiled. "I have something I want to ask you."

"John Wick?" The Fat Lady screamed, turned her head, took off the mirror in the frame on the wall, and looked at her makeup carefully.

"Yes, Fat Lady," John asked politely, "I want to know about that riverside painting at Ravenclaw Tower."

"The riverside painting?" The Fat Lady asked doubtfully while holding the mirror after confirming that she was flawless. "You mean the painting with no one in it?"

"Correct."

"That one has a long history," said the Fat Lady. "It might be the first painting at Hogwarts."

"Some say it's a painting of the four founders. You'll have to ask Violet which one it is. She's downstairs. It's a crumpled painting."

"She might be drunk, though," the Fat Lady said to John.

"Thanks for your help, Fat Lady."

"I should thank you. You helped me repair the canvas." The Fat Lady winked at John.

In his third year, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, tried to break into the Gryffindor common room.

At that time, he was still a wanted criminal, so the Fat Lady naturally wouldn't open the door.

So the canvas was damaged after being scratched a few times by Sirius.

John happened to be leveling up his alchemy skills, so he fixed it for the Fat Lady.

At the same time, he also wanted to take the opportunity to study these moving portraits.

I didn’t expect the Fat Lady still remembered it.

John felt a chill and coughed twice, then said calmly, "Draco, let's go find Violet."

Malfoy was a little sleepy. He yawned and complained, "Why do we have to come out in the middle of the night to look for a painting?"

"So are you willing to go back and be hung?"

"Then let's go find Violet."

Malfoy felt that if he hung it all night he might get a brain congestion, so he decided to go find a painting.

The two walked from the eighth floor to the seventh floor and found Violet among the portraits in the corridor.

It was a drunken witch, and the painting was scattered with barrels and bottles from nowhere.

"She sleeps harder than Crabbe," said Malfoy.

John pulled Malfoy's wand and pointed it at the person in the painting. The witch named Violet was made uncomfortable by the bright light and murmured drunkenly before turning her face away.

"Looks like we have to try another method." Seeing that he couldn't wake her up, John decided to try something more brutal.

With a snap of his fingers, Violet's frame flew up.

This was followed by a shaking motion, causing the bottles and barrels inside to roll and collide continuously.

Then Violet woke up and screamed in fear.

"How is this going?"

John saw that she was awake and let the picture frame fly back and hang it up.

"Hello Ms. Violet," John smiled as if he hadn't done it just now, "I have something to ask you."

"Oh, Merlin's beard," Violet sat on the ground, covering her head that was hit by the bottle, "You can't be so rude."

"I will teach him a lesson," John pointed at Malfoy and said, "He knows he is wrong."

Malfoy: "?" What did I do wrong?

Finally John got another name from Violet.

Adalbert Wölffling.

He is also a celebrity and the author of the book "Principles of Magic".

When John found it, the wizard in the wig was not sleeping like the other portraits.

Instead, he ran to another painting and expressed his feelings.

"The moon is always beautiful, but I prefer it in the dark, because it gives me more inspiration."

Perhaps this is a common problem among creators.

"That painting?" Adolbert Waffling said, leaning against the frame. "It was a long time ago. That was Rowena Ravenclaw's home."

"A quiet riverside. It is said that there was supposed to be a girl in this painting, but the girl ran away from home and never appeared again."

"Girl?" John was stunned. "Who is that?"

"Perhaps a daughter of Ravenclaw," said Adalbert Waffling. "Ravenclaw's death was caused by an illness, and historians speculate that it was because she lost her daughter."

The four founders of Hogwarts were all powerful wizards, and Rowena Ravenclaw was the smartest witch.

If an illness took her away, she would probably have to be very weak.

"A wise man does not fall in love," John murmured to himself.

It's not just the love between men and women, but also the love for her daughter that makes the witch weak.

After thanking Adalbert Waffling, John headed towards the Slytherin common room.

"Are we going back?"

"I think I can ask someone I know."

John saw Malfoy's eyelids fighting and said, "I don't think Daphne is still waiting for you now."

"That would be great." Malfoy was very sleepy.

I have to go to class the next day, and I can’t be in this state.

"Strength comes first."

After saying the command, he walked back to the Slytherin common room.

John turned a corner and arrived at a corridor.

Here, he saw the Bloody Baron floating there motionless.

"Appreciating the moonlight?"

"No, I'm remembering."

The Bloody Baron noticed John, the ghost with silver blood on his body and said, "I thought you would come to me."

"You can't hide anything about Hogwarts." John was very curious about where the Bloody Baron got his intelligence ability.

"Sir Cadogan likes to wander around," said the Bloody Baron calmly. "He has a big mouth."

"Well, I should have thought of that."

John shrugged and asked, "So you know what I'm going to ask?"

"Rowena Ravenclaw," the Bloody Baron said solemnly, "her daughter."