I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"That's too much!" Hannah said angrily, "How could they do this!"

"Uh...Hannah, you should see what's in here."

John gently reminded, "More than 90% of these are violations of the Magical Creatures Protection Act."

Hannah took it and looked at it. The more she looked at it, the more she doubted her life.

The only things that can be served on the table are probably potatoes and Scottish chicken.

However, the Scottish round-faced fat chicken has another name, owl.

Basically, no wizard would eat an owl.

Even a cruel dark wizard would not do this to the messenger companions.

In order to keep the founder of Hufflepuff respectable, the matter became a secret between the three.

The grumpy chef of the Midnight Kitchen, Chief Cabinet, also revealed the reason why the secret room was opened.

"People who can eat something so disgusting must really need help."

These were the exact words of the big cabinet, which made Daphne so angry that she waved her laurel wand and almost blew up the kitchen.

But the trip was not entirely fruitless. In addition to the recipes, John also received some other kinds of help.

He draws inspiration from the emotional cooking of the midnight kitchen.

...

The next night.

Star Club.

John stirred the cauldron and muttered to himself, "Hufflepuffs can use emotions as a guide to let magic power give food different effects through special methods, just like brewing potions."

Leaving the recipe outside, John walked into a room.

He summoned the Patronus Charm.

Albatross glowed white, John raised his wand and closed his eyes.

“If I inject all that emotion into it, can it also function differently?”

Opening his eyes, the albatross in front of John tilted its head.

"Then give it a try."

John put his wand down, looked at the Albatross and said, "How about going home and saying goodnight to Ariana for me."

"no problem."

The albatross spoke, flapped its wings and flew out of the Star Society.

A silvery albatross flew across the sky above England and landed at Wick's home.

Ariana was listening to Mrs. Wick's bedtime story, but it was mostly about John.

For example, when John was ten years old, he used a pencil to scare children, making the children piss their pants.

Ariana still felt unsatisfied after listening to it, so Mrs. Wick said tenderly, "The story is over, little white flower."

She kissed Ariana on the cheek and tucked her in.

"Mom," Ariana asked, "will John come back?"

"He, this little rascal, did come back last year." Mrs. Wick thought for a moment and said, "He's very busy in the wizarding world, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Ariana responded obediently.

Mrs. Wick liked Ariana more and more.

The witcher's emotions are not limited to blood ties, she herself is the adopted daughter of John's grandfather.

"Good night, little white flower."

"Good night, Mom."

Ariana now behaves like an introverted child, but she is much more cheerful than before.

This is inseparable from the love from the Wick family.

Mrs. Wick smiled and leaned against the door frame and said, "What else?"

Ariana thought for a moment and said, "Say goodnight to Dad for me."

"I think he'll be delighted."

Just after Mrs. Wick turned off the light in Ariana's room, Ariana looked at the little bear on the bedside and said, "Good night, little bear."

after awhile.

A silvery-white light appeared, and the little bear at the head of Ariana's bed jumped down and ran to the window.

"What's wrong little bear?"

Ariana noticed the movement and opened her eyes.

She saw an albatross standing at the window.

Ariana shrank back in fear, dark energy emanating from her eyes.

"Ariana," Albatross spoke in John's voice.

"John." Ariana's black aura disappeared, and she ran over to open the window in surprise.

The Albatross flew in and looked around.

"It seems you're having a great time," John's voice came out and said, "I can't come back for Christmas, I'll prepare the gifts, remember to put the socks in."

With that, the silver light of the albatross turned into a faceless human figure in front of Ariana.

He stroked Ariana's hair gently and said, "If you have any questions, you can write to me. I'm always here."

Silverlight turned into an albatross again and flew out of the window.

...

Chapter 598 Hufflepuff, Grindelwald is captured

The Guardian Angel is back.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be considered a patron saint.

John thought he could give it a more appropriate name.

substitute.

Store your emotional magic inside it and turn it into something similar to an avatar.

Looking at the silver-white man in front of him who had the same face as himself, John thought, "He looks like a Ravenclaw."

The Ravenclaw deposited in the painting has the same purpose as John.

"Can you use magic?"

"of course."

Silver John snapped his fingers and things in the room flew up.

"I think you can help me a lot." John stretched out his hand to shake hands with Silver John.

Silver John shrugged, and his body began to dissipate and turned into silver light and merged into John's body.

"It feels amazing."

John moved his hands.

"Your outstanding creativity is just like Salazar's."

John looked over and saw that the woman had appeared in the Star Society at some point.

"But your wild imagination seems like Godric."

The woman had golden hair and was wearing a dress from centuries ago.

"Helga Hufflepuff?" John saw the woman and then looked at the recipe on the table.

"It seems that I guessed wrong. Hufflepuff also has its own little secrets." John laughed.

Hufflepuff looked at John with a look of pity in her eyes. She shook her head and said, "I never thought there would be a child as pitiful as you."

"Me?" John pointed at himself and laughed, "You're wrong. I'm not pitiful."

"No, child." Hufflepuff came to John and stroked John's thinning cheek with his hand. "You have been deprived of your sense of taste."

"That's a terrible punishment."

John's smile froze, and he said unexpectedly, "You are the first one to discover it."

"I think Rowena knows that, but for her, taste has never been part of her standard of enjoyment."

Hufflepuff looked like she was seeing a child who had gone through too much hardship. She said with pity, "You've almost forgotten the taste of food."

"The price, for me, equal exchange is not a loss-making deal," John said indifferently, "I lost my sense of taste, but I gained friends."

"I'm here because of you," Hufflepuff shook his head. "The being that took away your sense of taste was powerful, but I want you to be able to taste delicious food again."

“Do the best I can,” she said.

"Hufflepuff, you know what's worse than losing your sense of taste?" John said, "It's being able to taste good things again."

“That smell will be like a haunting dream, making people try every possible way to get it back, and lose the original intention of pursuing it.”

John rejected her, and rather than lose his sense of taste after tasting the delicious food again, he would rather lose his sense of taste forever.

Let the ambiguity continue until you really find a way to solve it.

"You are so sensible that it makes me feel distressed," Hufflepuff was very emotional. She, like Ravenclaw, was not in the flesh. "What have you been through?"

"Some battles, some redemption, some gains, some losses." John smiled, "These add up to what we call life."

"Although the tenet of Hufflepuff House is to treat everyone equally, you are still worthy of my words," Hufflepuff nodded with satisfaction, "You are the best Hogwarts student I have ever seen."

"Slytherin will like you because of your creativity with magic."

"Gryffindor will like you because of your courage to try the unknown."

"Ravenclaw will like you because of your wisdom after the ordeal."

"I like you because of your dedication and tolerance towards your friends."

Hufflepuff's body gradually turned illusory, revealing the recipe hidden inside.

The recipe fell and John walked over and picked it up.

"A gift from Hufflepuff?"

Recognition from the Big Four.

John chuckled.

He is probably the first one in a thousand years.

The recipe was placed on the table, and he decided to keep this recipe with the Star Club as he might be invited to tea at the Ministry of Magic.

Hufflepuff wanted to give John a taste of something delicious.

She said one thing, that Slytherin might like John, but not because of his creativity in magic, but because of his ambition.

"I didn't say my sense of taste wouldn't come back." John stared at the cookbook and put it in a cabinet.

The Big Four are worthy of being the Big Four. First, Gryffindor reappeared in the Room of Requirement, and then Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff appeared with consciousness.

They are all people who have made great progress in magical attainments.

"I don't know if Slytherin's consciousness was destroyed or disappeared?"

John touched his chin. Among the four giants, only Salazar Slytherin, who had the highest attainments in dark magic, had not shown up.

Although John had been to his Chamber of Secrets, it had been visited by Voldemort.

It is possible that Voldemort had already seen Salazar Slytherin, and that consciousness dissipated.

But it is also possible that John did not meet him because he was not a pure blood.