I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John was confused, "Of course I am."

"evidence!"

Malfoy looked like a little boy who had just been tricked out of candy, and he already had his wand in his hand.

As long as John had no evidence, he planned to make the guy who had just deceived him suffer.

John thought for a moment and beckoned Malfoy over.

Malfoy walked over while keeping a wary eye on John.

After arriving in front of him, John's left hand was like a poisonous snake, making Malfoy unable to react. He grabbed the hand holding the wand and twisted it, and the wand fell out of that hand.

Then John grabbed Malfoy's collar with his right hand and lifted him up easily.

Malfoy was strangled and couldn't breathe. He clapped John's hands and surrendered quickly.

"I believe it. I believe it."

"It would have been better if it had been this way."

Releasing his hand and letting Malfoy sit down, John walked over to the side and sat down, while Tom, who had been running around the Slytherin common room, ran over to the sofa and asked for a touch.

"Ahem, there are two guys pretending to be Goyle and Crabbe."

Malfoy was absolutely certain that no one in the entire Hogwarts student group except John had such great strength.

He said viciously: "If I find out who it is, I will let him know the power of the evil curse!"

"Disguised as Goyle and Crabbe? Could it be the Polyjuice Potion?"

John stroked Tom's head, and Tom lay down in such comfort.

He thought of the three little ones. Apart from them, probably no one else would do this.

"What did you tell them?" John, who knew the answer, was curious about what the three kids asked.

It should be an heir or something like that. After all, they have always suspected Malfoy.

Malfoy hesitated, then said, "I was the one doing most of the talking."

"...Draco, you should change this habit of yours."

John was speechless. You sent the information out before anyone else asked.

Malfoy was embarrassed, so he turned his attention to Goyle and Crabbe.

"It's all your fault. Why did you come back so late?"

"We had a cake and then we passed out."

Gower and the other man also felt aggrieved. John patted Tom's head and made him get up from the ground.

"Okay, that's it."

He stood up and prepared to go back to the dormitory, but Malfoy stopped John before leaving.

"John, they also asked about you."

"I?"

John was stunned, and Malfoy nodded. "I said you often disappear without a trace."

Is this doubting yourself?

John thought that it shouldn't be the case because he was a genuine Muggle wizard.

I guess Harry just asked casually, curious about his life in Slytherin.

Not taking it seriously, John returned to his dormitory.

Now he has time to deal with the pile of Christmas presents.

Most of them were sent by his pen pals. After all, interpersonal relationships need to be maintained. John also sent out a lot of messages during Christmas.

I opened one and found it was sent by Neville. There was a beautiful glass ball inside. If I put it next to the candle, stars would be projected out.

Hermione sent an exquisite quill pen, Ron sent wizard chess, and Harry sent a Quidditch book.

There are also cufflinks sent by my mother and a wizard hat sent by my father. Judging from the materials, they are made by Muggles and are handmade.

In the letter, John's father Watson Wake hinted in both explicit and implicit ways that he could bring him a Golden Snitch. It was probably because of the Quidditch books that John brought back during the summer vacation that aroused his father's interest.

Mrs. Wick's letter only had one sentence: tell your father to go to hell and don't listen to him.

The gifts were almost opened and John looked at the last one.

He was stunned by the address on it, it turned out to be sent from his own home.

When I opened the gift, there was a letter inside.

He picked it up and glanced at it:

“My beloved Yadani, I hope you receive my gift.

I'm sorry that you didn't come to my house for Christmas this year, but it's okay as things have been a bit uneasy at home lately.

The situation is turbulent and your uncles have also been affected. Your father is old and some people still want to ask him to leave.

I kicked them all out. These inhuman guys wanted to squeeze out every last bit of value.

Okay, I won’t say anymore.

Remember the brown bear? Its cubs have grown up and are stronger than their mother.

I really hope you can come and visit next year. I haven’t taken you hunting yet.

Love your uncle.

Seryosha Jovanovich."

Yadani Jovanovich, this name is only used by his grandfather's family.

This letter was sent home by my uncle and then forwarded by Mrs. Wick.

A trace of nostalgia flashed in John's eyes. Although his uncles were big and strong and liked to wrestle with brown bears, they really loved him.

Even though they haven't been back for a long time, my uncles still insist on sending gifts.

"I don't know what my uncle will give me."

With anticipation, John opened the gift box that looked like a book.

After opening the white polka dot gift bag paper, a black box that looks expensive is revealed.

John solemnly opened the box, and a matte black object lay quietly inside.

"?"

Seeing this thing, John fell into deep thought.

He kept the box open and closed it again without giving up.

Well, the contents inside haven't changed.

He picked up the contents expressionlessly. The comfortable handle was a little too big for a child, but John was growing faster than the child, so it was just right.

The synthetic handle is matte black and can be hidden well without being exposed by reflections.

The overall weight is light, the caliber is 9mm, the effective range is 50 meters, and the magazine capacity is 17 rounds.

That's right.

This is a gun.

My uncle gave me a pistol as a gift.

John felt that either he was crazy or his uncle's brain was different from that of ordinary people.

"A wizard like me using a gun?"

There are not many bullets in the box, only 17.

I guess my uncle doesn’t want to commit murder...bullshit!

Who would give a gun to a child? He is only twelve years old.

"Uncle, you are too hardcore."

Silently putting the pistol back, John decided to seal the gun.

The day after Christmas.

John heard that Hermione was in the hospital and cared for her out of concern for her as a good friend.

He went to the school hospital to visit and saw a hairy face.

John rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the face was covered by his hands.

"Stop looking at John and leave quickly!" Hermione covered her face, too embarrassed to see anyone.

John looked odd and asked, "Do you want to become a cat girl just because you admire Professor McGonagall?"

How could he not remember Hermione Transfiguration to this level.

Hermione was even more ashamed of what she said. She wanted to be like Millicent Bulstrode and she even had a close combat with the other party in the Duelling Club.

However, Millicent Bulstrode had a cat, and what she got was cat hair, which made her embarrassed.

John was trying to hold back his laughter and Hermione was about to kick him out.

"Well, this is kind of cute, isn't it?"

John even had the urge to rub the cat's head, but considering that he might be bitten by the future Minister of Magic, he held back.

Before Hermione could throw the pillow out, John took out his wand and conjured up a curtain for Hermione to close.

"I hope you recover soon. By the way, give me the badge under your pillow."

John left the badge under Harry's pillow last time and forgot about it later.

It just so happens that Hermione and Harry slept in the same bed last time, but I wonder if these things don’t need to be washed?

Expressing concern about the hygiene of the school hospital, John took back his badge.

Hermione was a little confused when she saw this, and John casually said, "The last time Harry was attacked by a Bludger, I thought we should see who did it. It seems that the heir didn't look for him."

"Ok."

When it comes to the heir, Hermione feels a little guilty, so they turn into Slytherins and ask Malfoy.

After saying goodbye to Hermione, John left the school hospital.

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Chapter 80: Snape's Suspicion and the Durmstrang Letter

It was really interesting to spend Christmas in school. Apart from staring at the Marauder's Map as usual, John also made Malfoy experience Neville's pain.

"Can't hold on? You can tell me. I never force you."

John spoke calmly as he stood outside the Whomping Willow, with Malfoy being chased by its branches.

"Shut up, John."

Malfoy had been hit a few times already, and at first he would have been confused as to why wizards had to train to dodge.

It was not until John dodged Malfoy's three spells in a row that Malfoy realized the importance of physical skills.

John didn't close his mouth, his tone full of sarcasm, "You were right not to let Goyle and the others come over. You look so embarrassed now."

"Malfoy of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, his offspring can't even beat a tree."

"Maybe your father is right. After all, your family's wealth can keep you living like a useless person."

"I forgot, maybe it's more than just a resemblance."

His words were like knives, making Malfoy upset and confused. If he wasn't careful, he would be hit by the Whomping Willow and fly away.

"Look at you, you look like a rat being chased away with a broom."

"How much money did your family donate to Hogwarts to convince them to let you enter the school."

John took out a turkey sandwich and took a bite. His comfortable look was full of hatred.