I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The employee of the Silver Hand Alchemy Workshop said embarrassedly: "Sir, I don't think anyone is arrogant enough to ask questions for Silver Hand."

"Okay," John shrugged, "as a bonus."

He was forced to give lectures to the examiners while others were doing their exams.

The last day of exams is over.

This means that there are only a few days left before leaving Hogwarts.

They will leave by train in the third week of June.

The seventh grade students were filled with emotion.

"Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye." Neville looked at the younger students who were discussing excitedly.

Malfoy stared at the group of fifth-year boys unhappily and said, "My Atto still has two years to go. I have to warn those guys to stay away from her."

The fifth graders who were discussing the examination process had no idea that they were suddenly being targeted.

Daphne felt a little sad and went to look for her sister.

They walked down the corridor.

The sound of Peeves' mischievous laughter was heard, and several students were successfully scared by him.

John walked to the auditorium and leaned against the doorway, looking inside.

He seemed to see himself sitting there, being yelled out of Slytherin by the Sorting Hat.

"I still remember John beat up Draco here." Neville sighed.

Malfoy was furious, "You remember everything, you're the only one who remembers!"

The dark history was revealed, and Malfoy couldn't help but sneer: "Don't forget who was cast the leg-locking curse and jumped back."

Neville: "..." You did something bad and you're still proud of it, right?

John smiled too.

No one could have imagined at the beginning that they would become friends.

A Muggle-born Slytherin.

Malfoy, who believes in pure blood supremacy.

Timid Gryffindor, round-faced Longbottom.

The three people represent three parallel lines that never seem to touch.

But fate is so wonderful.

John, a Muggle-born, becomes the King of Slytherin.

Malfoy, who advocates pure-blood supremacy, makes friends with Muggles and becomes good friends with Longbottom, whom he bullies.

The cowardly Longbottom became a brave man who killed Voldemort, got a Hufflepuff girlfriend, and gained a muscular body.

The three of them looked over there quietly.

They become friends and do a lot of scary things together.

The Longbottoms recovered, the Malfoys became the First Ancient Family, and the King of Slytherin became the King of Hogwarts, and then the Second King of the Wizarding World.

"Professor Sprout suggested that I study abroad for a year first," Neville said. "The knowledge in school is far from being as good as practice. She recommended that I go to Albania."

"It's a great place, with all kinds of magical animals and plants," John agreed, "Sprout's suggestion is good."

Malfoy said disdainfully: "Puddlemere United has invited me. I will become the most valuable seeker on the Quidditch field."

Puddlemere United?

That's the oldest team in the Quidditch League.

It seems that Malfoy's strength has won recognition. You know, that team is not a team that Lucius intervened in.

John chuckled and said, "That's great."

The future?

Wizarding world, are you ready?

Get ready for John Wick to arrive.

...

Chapter 637: Gift for Hogwarts, Link

John went to the principal's office.

There is an end-of-term dinner before the end of the school year at Hogwarts.

Slughorn was not here at this hour, but John was used to that.

He said in front of the statue: "Norwegian long-haired monster."

The statue jumped aside and John walked in.

Opening the door of the principal's office, he came to this place.

The Sword of Gryffindor lay there, never moved.

John was not aiming for it, and he walked up to the Sorting Hat.

"It's you, John Wick." The Sorting Hat spoke, "You've always appeared here in the past two years."

"I want to try again, Sorting Hat." John picked up the Sorting Hat.

The spider web on it is still there. John even admires the spider on it. He doesn't know how long it took to weave it.

He put the hat on his head.

"I still say the same thing, John Wick," said the Sorting Hat, "You never change."

Slytherin ambition.

Gryffindor Adventures.

Hufflepuff inclusion.

"You've been through a lot over the years. Even your dean has said something about you here."

The Sorting Hat knows the most about the headmaster's office. It said, "But they are not as good as me. You are Slytherin, and that is the best place for you."

John took off his hat and said with emotion, "Slytherin?"

"If it had been Gryffindor, would it have been different?"

The Sorting Hat said disapprovingly: "Wherever you are, you will find your way."

John shook his head slightly, "I met Gryffindor, and he praised my bravery."

"I have met Ravenclaw, and she recognized my intelligence."

"I met Hufflepuff, and she took pity on my situation."

"But he's still Slytherin," John laughed. "Maybe he's completely dead, or maybe he doesn't approve of me."

The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "You are the most amazing wizard I have ever known. Salazar has long since left Hogwarts."

"Maybe," John remained noncommittal, still feeling somewhat anxious.

After all, he had been recognized by the other three houses, but had never seen Slytherin.

Being a Slytherin, but without the recognition of Slytherin.

Walking to the Sword of Gryffindor, John watched quietly.

The Sword of Gryffindor wavered slightly.

"The Sword of Gryffindor." John reached out and touched it.

Only a true Gryffindor can wield this sword.

John's touch elicited no rejection from the Gryffindor.

"Was your appearance due to Harry or because of me?"

Once John had longed to have a sword as powerful as the Sword of Gryffindor, and now he had it.

John felt the sword sway slightly to break free and chuckled, "No, you can't come with me. You belong at Hogwarts."

Slowly running his hand over the sword, he said, "Watch here until someone you truly recognize appears."

The sword of Gryffindor stopped moving, and John smiled, "Gryffindor was given to me by you, and now, I am sending you back to Hogwarts."

He chose not to take the sword, as he already had the Sword of Silver Wick.

With one last look at the Sword of Gryffindor, John paused as he passed the Sorting Hat.

He thought about it and drew his wand.

The Sorting Hat looked at his actions and asked in confusion, "What do you want to do?"

"No, no!"

"My thousand-year-old patina!"

The Sorting Hat screamed.

...

John put away his wand contentedly and looked at the cleaned Sorting Hat.

"Consider this my second gift to Hogwarts."

The Sorting Hat was listless, muttering, "I'm clean, but I don't feel clean anymore."

John leaves the principal's office.

When Slughorn returned, he checked the Sorting Hat again and again.

At one point, he suspected that someone had replaced the Sorting Hat while he was away.

It wasn't until the Sorting Hat spoke that he confirmed that this was true.

"Oh my god, you finally took a shower."

In fact, Slughorn had long wanted to say that in his time, the Sorting Hat was dirty.

At one point, the students were asked to discuss how to mix some detergent and throw the old hat in to wash it clean.

But after becoming the headmaster, Slughorn thought that was a tradition, and besides, the Sorting Hat refused to take a bath, so he didn't do it.

Looking at the clean Sorting Hat, Slughorn felt it was much more pleasing to the eye.

...

John did something that all of Hogwarts would cheer for.

However, he was a low-key person and did not tell anyone. He just left quietly.

The last two days.

Everyone in Slytherin was relaxed after the exams, and Malfoy and Astoria were cuddling together.

Have a discussion about 'You won't find a new boyfriend after I leave, will you?'

The end result was that Malfoy was hung in front of the big glass in Slytherin.

A group of mermaids gathered around and pointed at Malfoy.

Daphne looked relieved, her sister finally knew how to teach this bastard a lesson.

Blaise looked doubtful and said, "No, he's like this now, why hasn't Astoria broken up with him yet."

Blaise, who had been pursuing Ginny Weasley for two years, didn't understand.

Astoria also looked at her wand suspiciously, wondering why she could use Fuchsia so easily.

Is it because the target is Malfoy?

Malfoy was silent.

"I feel something is wrong. It's definitely wrong."