I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"In your academy, there appears John Wick!"

John's voice echoed in the secret room.

That is the boldness of stepping into the magical world.

That was the pride of the Second King.

That's Slytherin's ambition!

Until finally, the sound fell silent.

John had a look of relief on his face and was ready to leave.

Walking out of the statue, John walked along the dark passage.

"John...Wick."

John paused and took a deep breath.

A rumbling sound was heard, and there was helplessness on his face.

“I overlooked a big point.”

Turning slowly, John looked behind him.

The statue that had entered earlier had its mouth opening and closing.

John said, "I didn't take a close look at this secret room."

Statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Yes, how could a great wizard who explores magic take the ordinary path?

It's not like Slytherin is gone.

But...

He's always there.

That statue is where his consciousness resides.

Gryffindor's big wooden sword, Ravenclaw's painting, Hufflepuff's cookbook.

Each of them has a place to store their consciousness.

Salazar Slytherin, let his consciousness fall on this statue.

At this point the statue's mouth opened and closed and said, "I've always been watching you."

"Well," John shrugged and said, "Great Salazar Slytherin, you can't be here because of what I said, right?"

If so, you are too petty.

John secretly complained.

Salazar Slytherin said solemnly: "I have watched you grow, you are very much like me."

"The same pursuit of magic, the same dedication to family and friends."

"I witnessed your ignorant pursuit of learning, saw how you encountered difficulties and found solutions."

"See how you create magic, touch the taboo."

"You have delved into magic countless times, and put down another secret room in the secret room."

"I've been watching you and you're the most different person I've ever met."

Salazar Slytherin said: "The four of us founders each added our own thoughts to the Sorting Hat, so it is the most fair and understands our thoughts best."

"You're looking for an answer, an answer about you."

John nodded and said, "Yes, I want to know."

Many people have given that answer.

The statue of Salazar Slytherin says: "You are the best Slytherin, you are right, and I sense your ambition."

"You won't be proud of Slytherin, but Slytherin will be proud of you."

When he said this, John could feel Slytherin's awkwardness.

After all, he is a very proud person, and it must be very difficult for such a person to say this.

Salazar Slytherin took a deep breath and said seriously: "John Wick, you are Slytherin."

This is the answer.

John smiled.

Many people have said this before, but when this question comes from Slytherin's mouth, it sounds more like an acknowledgement.

Recognize his talent, recognize his ambition, and recognize his pride.

"I want to ask, why have you not come out all these years? Are you worried about my background?" John stared at Salazar Slytherin with great suspicion.

I have come down at least eighty times if not a hundred. Other founders came down once, but you haven't come down even once?

"Ahem," Salazar Slytherin said awkwardly, "I was just observing you to see if you are qualified to meet me."

John had reason to suspect that he was the tsundere.

He wanted to admit that he was the heir, but he was too embarrassed to admit that a Muggle-born was the legitimate heir.

After all, Slytherin went on strike and left after quarreling with Gryffindor.

They are friends, there is no reason for them to treat each other as mortal enemies and never have anything to do with each other again.

Salazar Slytherin built the Chamber of Secrets more like a fit of anger.

But regardless, John smiled and bowed gracefully.

"Great Slytherin, I accept your approval."

"Wait here until the name of John Wick reaches your ears again."

John looked up, his eyes filled with all-consuming ambition.

Even the old tsundere Salazar Slytherin had to admit that this was his perfect heir.

The huge statue lowered its head slightly and said with approval, "I will be proud of you, King of Slytherin."

John left, with Slytherin's acknowledgment.

He will step into the magical world and become the king outside this ivory tower.

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Chapter 639: Thoughts on staying in school, leaving school

Dinner.

The kitchen was busy with the noise of ping-pong.

Hufflepuff walked out of the kitchen door, and the greedy little badger was already drooling over the various potato dishes.

The two biggest benefits of Hufflepuffs are that they are the first to know what is available to eat and they are also the ones who can have a midnight snack at night.

This made them unwilling to exchange with Gryffindor Tower.

A greedy student secretly took one and put it in his pocket.

They walked down the corridor to the Great Hall, where the students of Hogwarts gathered.

Students from all colleges discussed their holiday plans without any worries, and the seventh graders discussed their future destinations.

There are also people who are reluctant to say goodbye.

There are also people who are trying to commit suicide.

John couldn't help but shake his head as Malfoy was hung up again.

"Draco, you need to pull yourself together."

This temper is not acceptable when entering the magical society.

But Malfoy, who had used the Golden Bell to land, said arrogantly: "Constrain yourself? It's right to tell them not to mess with me without having eyes!"

Are you kidding? He is the eldest son of the Malfoy family, the first ancient family in the Ancient Alliance.

It's okay to be restrained in Hogwarts, a place where rules are still followed, but when you get out into society, won't you be the only one bullying others?

John thought about it and it seemed that Malfoy had a point.

It’s okay that there’s no difference in status in school, but in society, that’s where status and identity really matter.

In a rare move, John agreed with Malfoy.

Slughorn tapped his cup.

He stood up and announced to all the students: "Eat!"

He likes this simple and direct way of speaking more and more.

This was John's last meal at Hogwarts, and he cut open a roast chicken and sliced ​​the meat.

In his hands, the dinner knife could be used in many different ways, flying up and down flexibly between his fingertips without even leaving any marks on the bones.

Malfoy was stunned by this set of actions.

"Why are you, a wizard, so good at these things?" Malfoy didn't understand.

But the two big men shuddered. John once nailed the little wizard's hand to the table with a fork.

As he slowly ate his chicken, John glanced at the colors of the auditorium's decorations.

Silver and green, just like the day he stepped into the school.

He defended the honor of Slytherin for seven years, and this honor was engraved with John Wick's name.

The meal was not eaten quickly, and the seventh grade students seemed to be recalling their experiences over the years.

Maybe they were not the best group of people, but what they experienced were definitely the most thrilling seven years in the history of Hogwarts.

Malfoy is going to the Quidditch professional match.

Neville is heading to the Albanian forest.

Daphne is ready to start taking over the family business.

Each partner has his or her own place to belong.

They talked and laughed, imagining the future without restraint.

After entering society, you may not be able to get what you want, or you may be suppressed.

These seven years are the motivation for them to fall asleep countless times in the dark nights and wake up the next morning.

The meal ended before half past eight.

It seemed like these seven years of theirs would finally come to an end.

John, holding a half-finished glass of iced lemonade in his hand, looked up at the staff box.

Snape met his gaze across the table.

John raised his glass silently, and Snape did the same.

What John once longed for is now far away.

What he once longed for is now a thing of the past.

The toasts from the two seemed to be a response to the few favors shown to them over the past seven years.

Snape was not a good dean, at least for John, he was not a good leader.

He should have been ambitious, because love bound himself to Hogwarts.

He is not a good teacher either, and his teaching level can only be verified by geniuses.

But sometimes he would help John speak.

When doubts arose, he would excuse himself from Slytherin.

"He is suitable for being an experiment alone, not for being imprisoned in an ivory tower."