I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"You created this?" Malfoy asked in amazement. "It looks as weak as Puffball."

Catfish are cute and magical animals that are popular with children, and their furry appearance means they are often trafficked as family pets.

"One of those punches could knock you out for three days, Draco."

John stopped Malfoy from poking Hermione with his fork. The little guy was particularly painful when he hit people.

Tomorrow is the Christmas holiday, and Malfoy is preparing to leave Hogwarts, a place where he needs to be sneaky, and go on a romantic trip to France with Astoria.

Daphne was unaware of this.

Daphne thought her sister was going to Chelsea with her to study cooking.

I heard there's a chef named Ramsay who's really good.

Neville's holiday plan was to spend time with his family, and he always had to make up for the days his parents were absent.

"Okay, but I need to give you a task."

John was alone in Hogwarts again. He said, "Train the Celestial Guards for me. Each of you can take one away."

The Star Guards are still very immature and cannot even transform without external force.

John plans to ask his friends to help with the training, and he will also send a few branches to France and America.

Everyone in the Star Society had no objection, but when John saw Malfoy, he doubted whether the Star Spirit had learned bad things from him.

Perhaps his suspicion was too obvious and Malfoy felt insulted.

"Who are you looking down on?" Malfoy said angrily, "I have a talent for education!"

"Okay," John sighed, looking worried.

Malfoy was filled with grief and indignation, "Atto, he doubts me!"

Astoria hesitated, "Does Draco have to train, John?"

"There's nothing I can do. There are too many of them. I can't handle it all by myself," John said dejectedly.

Malfoy was desperate. Even his girlfriend doubted him like this.

He swore to make John look at him differently. He thought it was just a little Star Guard, and he wanted to teach it to be the best!

Even though no one believed it, Malfoy still felt he could do it.

This optimistic spirit continued until he saw the little guy who had become a divine guard smash a stone taller than himself with one punch in the Star Society.

The direction of his thoughts shifted from the church's Star Guards to how he could avoid being killed by a single punch.

Astoria likes the cute little Star Spirit very much. Apart from the scary appearance of the Divine Guard, this little guy is still very deceptive.

John did not return to the dormitory that night.

He checked every Protoss in the Star Society to make sure that the cute little golden guy wouldn't suddenly beat his friends to death.

[Ding, magic power upgraded successfully, current magic power: Level 7]

John exhaled, and his breath turned purple and then turned into a ball of fire.

His eyes gradually glazed over and he called out to the panel.

Staring at the magic power that turned gray, there was no escalation of joy between his brows.

“Bottleneck?”

Looking at the level 7 on his panel, John felt a headache.

It seems that I have reached the limit of my magic power. If I want to go further, can I only rely on the Elder Wand?

“I need something that will allow me to continue to improve.”

Standing at the top of the wizarding world, John is still not satisfied.

He knew that the god above the wizard was not as simple as level 7.

Now he has reached a bottleneck period.

If he can break this bottleneck, he will be able to transcend.

But if he is bound by bottlenecks, then he may be the next Grindelwald or Dumbledore.

...

Chapter 601 Christmas Gift, Watson Left Behind

Christmas holiday.

Malfoy waved at John with a Star Spirit in his pocket.

They sat in the Thestral carriage and headed for the train.

John was like an old man left behind, watching the people around him gradually dwindle.

"Why do I seem so lonely in comparison?"

The crowds gathered, and John stood alone in the foyer.

Filch was there counting the people who left.

Professor McGonagall came up to John and asked in confusion, "You're not going this year, Wick?"

"I still have things to deal with, Professor McGonagall." John said respectfully to Professor McGonagall, "Some things I can't get away from."

"You could spend more time with your family," Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly. "You always push yourself too hard."

John only went back once at Christmas, and even Harry went more than once.

Compared to Harry, John is more like a child who has lost his family.

Professor McGonagall felt sorry for the child, he gave too much and never had a break.

"I would rather see the people I care about safe and sound than have a short break." John shook his head, "I'm still young."

"Time flies by quickly," Professor McGonagall said in a complicated tone. "In the blink of an eye, I'm already an old woman."

"Okay, but you are a respectable old woman." John smiled and bowed, "I have always respected you."

Professor McGonagall also smiled. She couldn't dislike this student.

"Even though you're not going home, Hogsmeade is always open."

Professor McGonagall nodded to John and said, "Have fun, Wick."

"I will, Professor McGonagall."

John nodded and watched Professor McGonagall leave.

Professor McGonagall, who often stays at school, rarely relaxes. She is going to take the train to Silver Hand Amusement Park.

That place kept the adventurous Gryffindor from going for a long time.

Slughorn organized the Christmas party as usual.

The castle is covered with white snow.

John stood in the foyer and looked at the empty castle, sighing: "Peace is hard-won."

This is probably one of the few years that allows students to leave with ease.

The troll in the first grade, the basilisk in the second grade, Sirius in the third grade, the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth grade, the high-pressure rule in the fifth grade, and the deduction battle in the sixth grade.

Without Voldemort causing trouble, this year is particularly relaxing.

Snowflakes fell on Hector's head as he saw snow for the first time outside, and he and Hermo rolled around in the snow.

“Maybe we can celebrate the festival in a different way this year.”

Peace is something that is always pursued.

The blood brought by war sets off the fragrance of the flowers of peace.

Once inside the castle, it was not time for John to relax.

While training the Protoss Guards, he also had to research better methods to cure the blood curse.

He had hardly ever left the Star Society.

Not even Slughorn saw it while he was eating.

Wait until Christmas day.

John walked out of the Star Club and stretched.

Rubbing his sore neck, he habitually picked up the newspaper that Basil brought him.

Grindelwald is captured and imprisoned in Poland

This piece of news perked up John. He looked at the newspaper and muttered to himself, "Are you going to play the MACUSA trick again?"

Grindelwald was arrested. This was not happy news.

That guy, being in jail was like going home.

John put down the newspaper and said, "Perhaps executing him directly is the right thing to do."

But John shook his head, this approach was impossible.

Grindelwald has always had his fair share of fans, and if the Polish Minister of Magic did this, he would truly be a heroic figure.

He went to his dormitory. He didn't know what he would receive this Christmas.

After he left.

The star spirits of the Star Society shuttled through the rooms. They were the products of the Star Society and were not bound by it.

A star spirit ran into the room leading to the ocean, caught a big fish and started surfing.

Others started exploring the forest room and playing hide-and-seek in the maze.

The little star spirit seems to have endless happiness.

suddenly.

The fireplace glowed with blue flames.

...

Wick's house.

Ariana woke up to the morning sun.

The little bear on the bedside waved its furry and soft arms, providing Ariana with the cutest wake-up service.

Ariana's long blond hair was matted from sleep, and she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

As if remembering something, she got up from the bed and quickly ran downstairs.

The little bear followed behind with his short legs, grunting.

Mrs. Wick was cooking breakfast downstairs and pouring milk on the table, but Ariana ignored her.

She had a clear goal and ran to the Christmas tree at home.

Five gift boxes were placed there.

Ariana looked at Mrs. Wick eagerly.

"Can I take it apart, Mom?"

Mrs. Wick was amused by her expression, and shook her finger and said, "You need to clean yourself up."

Ariana ran to wash up, and Watson walked downstairs yawning.

Mrs. Wick narrowed her eyes dangerously at his lack of energy.

"What time did you finish watching "I Swing a Sword at Hogwarts" yesterday?"

When asked by his wife, Watson immediately felt guilty.

He used the excuse that he needed to take care of work and spent the whole night reading in his study last night.

You can't blame him, it's just that Lockhart wrote it so well, a book like this deserves to be a big seller.

What's more, John bought him the premium edition, and the illustrations in the book were all animated, depicting the scenes.