I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Sometimes a well-cast spell would earn the admiration of Professor Flitwick.

Ron and Harry whispered, "Why is John here? I thought he wasn't going to be in Charms all year."

"I heard that Professor Flitwick invited him," said Harry. "I didn't think he would show up."

Ron felt it was ridiculous and said, "What can he learn here? I mean, does he need to take these courses?"

John killed Voldemort in the first half of the year, and now he has to come here to study?

Not only Ron, everyone else also felt like they were dreaming.

Even the Ravenclaw students couldn't figure out what their head of house was doing.

Halfway through the class, Professor Flitwick saw that the time was right and waved his wand for everyone to look over.

"Look here, yes, you heard me right, Miss Parkinson, I want you to let Mr. Nott go for now."

Pansy, who was clinging to Theodore, immediately let go of her arms when she heard this.

Everyone looked over, and Professor Flitwick said, "I know you are all confused about why I invited Mr. Wick here."

"Mr. Wick's current level is beyond the scope of my ability to teach."

"So I warmly invite you, and hope that Mr. Wick can leave some amazing magic for Hogwarts in this class."

This was Professor Flitwick's purpose, he knew John had created many magics.

As a professor of Charms, he hoped John could share some of his experience in magic creation and application.

This is also a bit of a sly thing about Ravenclaw.

Professor Flitwick waved at John and said enthusiastically, "John, we agreed."

"Well, Professor Flitwick," John spread his hands helplessly and stood up in his seat.

The students saw that the second king of the magic world was giving them a lesson!

They all stared at John with shining eyes, bursting with unprecedented enthusiasm.

Walking over to Professor Flitwick's seat, John thought about the magic he could teach.

Speaking of which, his magic is extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, not only will you not be able to fight the enemy, you will be attacked by the magic.

After screening, John locked on to the magic he was best at, a variant of the Crushing Spell.

"I divide magic into seven levels." John said after a pause.

He waved his wand gently, and white light fell on a human-shaped target in the spells classroom.

White smoke came out of the human-shaped target and the middle part broke into pieces.

He launched four more attacks in succession.

The human-shaped targets cause different degrees of damage and crushing effects.

"There is a watershed between levels one to five in terms of magic application and practical skills, and the effects created are gradually improved."

The students gasped as they watched the damage John had caused with such ease.

Crabbe, the barbarian, raised his hand and asked, "What's level six like?"

"The sixth level is to make new changes to the spell itself. You can change the form of the spell."

After that, John tapped the table lightly with his wand, and a wave of white light spread out.

Wherever it passed, the human-shaped targets that reappeared turned into dust and scattered as if weathered.

Professor Flitwick's eyes sparkled and he shrieked, "Excellent Shattering Charm!"

John waved his wand again, and a long lightning-shaped whip wrapped around a table, and with a strong pull, the part that touched shattered.

Then a white ball of light appeared on the tip of his wand, and as the ball of light grew larger, Professor Flitwick became uneasy.

"John, don't destroy the classroom."

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, I almost forgot."

John was about to use the Crushing Spell when he remembered that this was a classroom. He dispersed the Crushing Spell and said calmly, "What I just saw were three variations of the Crushing Spell."

"You will find that, apart from the different forms of expression, the effects created have only one purpose, which is to crush."

The Shattering Spell that changes its original form is eye-catching, and the effect it creates is also powerful.

At this time, someone else raised his hand, it was Ernie.

He asked excitedly, "What's level seven like?"

"That's a new kind of magic." John smiled, looked around, spread his hands and said, "I can't demonstrate it here."

This means that John has reached the seventh level of attainment.

The students looked at Professor Flitwick with pleading eyes.

Hermione still didn't know how to face John.

She no longer had any thoughts of catching up with John. When she needed to take notes, John was already teaching at the podium.

Professor Flitwick also wanted to see what seventh-level magic was like.

So he simply used his professor's privileges and took the students out of the classroom.

The students cheered and everyone followed.

Neville and Hannah were walking together, and their behavior was so intimate that it didn't seem like they had an ordinary relationship.

Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "If my Atuo wasn't here, it wouldn't be their turn to show off!"

Daphne rolled her eyes at him and sneered, "You think you can show off?"

Malfoy felt very depressed when he thought about the fact that his nemesis was still there.

Pansy came up to Daphne and whispered, "Where did you and John go yesterday?"

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Daphne's cheeks turned red as if she had drunk alcohol, and she stammered, "We didn't do anything."

"Really?" Pansy stared at Daphne doubtfully.

After coming back last night, Daphne rolled back and forth on her pillow for hours, which didn't look like she had done nothing.

Daphne murmured in a thin mosquito voice: "We slept for a while."

"Slept through it?!"

Pansy's brain was almost overloaded.

Is this what you mean by doing nothing?

No, I'm just hugging and acting coquettish now. Aren't you progressing too fast?

"No, I'm just sleeping." Daphne explained anxiously.

Pansy said, "I understand, I understand. It's just sleeping."

The more she explained, the more she fancied it became, and Daphne became desperate.

Arrived at an open space outside the castle.

John looked around and saw in the distance the ruins of the Battle of Hogwarts.

“It’s OK right here.”

He asked everyone to stop and said seriously: "I will only demonstrate this once."

After all, there is only one target.

Everyone was curious about what seventh-level magic was like, and they held their breath.

John raised his wand and aimed at the rubble.

"Reducto"

The white light gathered at the tip of the staff and shot out in the form of spiral entangled lightning.

At this moment, only a white light remained in front of everyone's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the ruins that were hit were shattered and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

On the original ground, a hundred-meter-wide hole appeared out of nowhere.

Just like a sword from God piercing the earth, white smoke came out of John's magic wand.

He paused to continue the attack.

Everyone stared blankly at the deep pit that appeared.

"Is this a Shattering Spell?" Ron was stunned and asked everyone's question.

This is simply an annihilation spell. With one strike, everything is destroyed.

Even Professor Flitwick couldn't help but wonder what state John was in now.

"As expected, he is someone who can be compared with Dumbledore."

John waved his wand to disperse the white smoke, and said calmly: "As you can see, seventh-level magic is extremely powerful, but it also places a huge burden on the wizard's body and wand."

This is a leap in quality. In the hands of others, the Shattering Spell is just a more sophisticated Exploding Spell.

But in John's hands it can produce the effect of a life annihilator.

This made them more intuitively understand the gap between themselves and the second king of the magic world.

A few days later, rumors about the seven levels of magic began to spread in Hogwarts.

There was even a situation where when two students had a conflict, they would report each other's grades.

"Oops, my disarming spell is only level three, and the opponent has at least level four."

Usually, you can defeat the enemy without fighting.

This also makes level assessment a hot topic, and the specific standards are John's.

However, since John only demonstrated the Shattering Spell, the other spells from level one to level five were relatively vague.

Ron asked curiously, "Harry, you have reached level five in the Disarming Charm, right?"

"Should I?" Harry said uncertainly.

Hermione was also very curious and thought that Harry's Disarming Charm might be very advanced.

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Chapter 588 Polish Lightning, Dumbledore's Letter

Warsaw, Poland.

This used to be a beautiful ancient city, but a war broke out in Europe and destroyed it.

Those magnificent classical buildings were gone, and Poland rebuilt its cities on the scorched earth.

After decades of renovation and construction, those former palaces and churches have returned to the world.

Castle Square in Warsaw.

A haze hung over the sky.

In the dark clouds, the violent lightning and thunder made pedestrians quicken their pace.

Anyone can see that with the current weather, a heavy rainstorm is not far away.

The tourists and pedestrians who came here left.

A group of people appeared in the center of the square, ignoring the terrible and gloomy weather.

As the magic wand was waved, the statue on the monument in the center of the square raised the weapon in its hand and slid down.

The leader curled the corners of his lips and walked towards the memorial tower.

They shuttled in and their bodies fell rapidly.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, sir."

The Ministry of Magic employee with a mustache on his lips asked, "Please show me your work ID."