I swung a sword at Hogwarts

When you arrive at the lobby, you will still have time to have breakfast.

Hermione was still looking around, and when she saw John coming, she waved and greeted him.

John sat down next to Hermione and glanced at Hermione who was still in a cold war with Harry and Ron. He said nothing.

"Where's Neville, did he oversleep or get lost?"

As far as John knows, Neville often loses things and is always lost.

"His toad is missing and he's looking for it in the Gryffindor common room." Hermione was eating buttered bread with some crumbs on the corners of her mouth.

She slowed down deliberately in order to wait for John.

Otherwise, at her usual speed, she would be on her way to the classroom now.

John cut the fried egg and put it in his mouth. He said helplessly, "Well, I think I know what to give Neville for Christmas. He needs a cage to lock up Leif."

Noticing the bread crumbs at the corner of Hermione's mouth, John pointed to the corner of his mouth to signal Hermione.

When Hermione realized what was happening, her little face looked as if she had blush on.

When John had almost finished eating, Neville finally came back from getting lost.

This was the fourth time Neville had gotten lost, and John thought he should get a Marauder's Map.

Neville sat down and took out the memory ball, looking at the red memory ball in confusion.

When something is forgotten, the memory ball will turn red.

But Nawei always didn't know what he had forgotten.

John looked him up and down and said, "Neville, you may not be able to have breakfast this time."

"Why?"

Neville was depressed. He had finally reached the hall.

Looking at Neville with sympathy, John held up two fingers: "Two reasons, one is that class is about to start, and the other is that you need to go back to the dormitory."

"Because you forgot your coat."

Neville finally remembered what he had forgotten and didn't even bother to eat, anxiously running down the dizzying moving staircase.

...

John came to the Transfiguration classroom. He felt it was a pity that he didn't get to participate in the last Transfiguration class because he was put in solitary confinement for fighting.

He was interested in the Transfiguration class, but doesn't remember much about it.

After arriving at the classroom, the green of Slytherin and the red of Gryffindor were clearly distinguished, and he and Hermione sat separately.

Whether in the wizarding world or outside, students always keep a close eye on the front row.

The few remaining seats were all in the front row, so John walked over and was about to take a seat.

Suddenly, a tabby cat appeared in his sight.

The tabby cat was just like that on the podium, with a strange pattern on his face, like a pair of square glasses.

As a furry fan, John admitted that he was tempted.

Although he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a cat appearing in some plot, his body was one step faster than he thought.

Taking out the cat notes for Mrs. Norris from his pocket, John walked up to the tabby cat and started to handle it with a smile on his face.

Just this one action stunned the young wizards from both houses.

Even tabby cats.

"This is a cat strip, do you want to try it?"

John himself couldn't figure out why his tone sounded like that of an old man who kidnapped children.

Only after he took action did he receive looks of awe and admiration.

The tabby cat reacted and broke free from his restraints, leaping down from the podium and transforming into an older cat lady.

"Mr. Wick, I think you should find a place to sit down now instead of sitting here like a log."

Professor McGonagall maintained her image, and her square glasses finally allowed John to understand the origin of the tabby cat's pattern.

John stopped in disappointment, he remembered the plot about the cat.

Professor McGonagall's Animagus form, a tabby cat with strange patterns.

John walked back to his seat in depression, feeling that he was suffering from psychological trauma.

I secretly swore that next time I pet a cat, I would pay attention to whether it has transformed into an Animagus.

If the person opposite you turns into a greasy old man while you're masturbating, you're doomed.

Hearing the snickering, John looked back, and the Slytherin fell silent as his gaze swept over him.

The little wizard of Gryffindor cast an admiring look at him, and the savior Harry opened his mouth slightly, as if he had met someone more reckless than himself for the first time.

Hermione lowered her head and smiled, but was betrayed by her trembling brown curly hair, which was shaking like a little lion.

With this episode, the little wizard's impression of John changed.

It turns out that this boy also has a cute side.

Transfiguration class is about learning how to change objects.

Looking at the paper clip box, John tried to turn it into a mouse.

Unfortunately, deformation is difficult to control.

After many attempts, John finally lit the spell.

Although it was still level 1, I managed to complete the transformation before the get out of class ended.

Looking at the lifeless mouse in front of him, it was very different from the first time Professor McGonagall turned into a water cup.

"Five points for Slytherin."

Professor McGonagall gave John extra points for being the first to finish.

What John thought was a bad work was very satisfactory to Professor McGonagall.

As a beginner, missing one class is already very good.

Because of the difficulty of transformation, even the know-it-all Miss Hermione failed to complete it.

After class, as soon as John left, Hermione jogged after him.

"how did you do it?"

Hermione asked questions tirelessly, using her instinct as a top student, and she was upset about not having completed her transformation.

John couldn't say that he had a cheat, so he could only say that he had seen Professor McGonagall demonstrate it before enrolling.

Fortunately, Miss Know-It-All didn’t continue asking questions for too long.

While in the hallway, John set his sights on the armor.

"John, what are you looking at?" Hermione stopped and asked.

Behind John, the enchanted figure in the oil painting also came over, also with a curious look on his face.

John stroked his smooth chin and said to himself, "This thing seems to be a good weight."

Hearing him mumbling, Lord Oil Painting opened his mouth wide. What kind of little wizard would want to carry a weight?

John has always been a man who dares to take action. He set his eyes on the medieval armor, or to be more precise, the sword in the hand of the armor.

Although armor is a good choice for carrying weight, it is too large and inconvenient to move around.

On the contrary, the sword can be carried directly on the back and used as exercise equipment when not running.

"Take the sword away at night."

There was a look of intention in his eyes, which made Armor a little flustered.

Apart from the Gryffindor common room, the place Hermione goes to most often is the library.

Miss Know-It-All has a thirst for knowledge about everything, except divination.

John was also pulled over, mainly to familiarize himself with the location of the restricted books area.

Picking up a copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, he pretended to read it.

The library has strict rules.

If you make any noise in the library, Miss Irma Pince, the administrator, will let you know.

Just now, John saw Neville, who had eaten too many beans at noon, being chased and beaten with a broom.

John sympathized with this.

The time came at night.

After John cleaned the trophy room, he quietly came to the armor area in the corridor.

Poor Mr. Armor, he woke up the next day and found that his sword was missing.

This incident once became a Hogwarts unsolved case.

Only Mr. Filch swore that it was the Weasley twins who did it.

Chapter 11 Night Walk and Restricted Books

"This sword is quite handy."

Basil turned his round head as if wondering where John had gotten a sword.

Basil raised his wings to swat away Tom's drooling mouth, and flew out of Tom's reach in a haughty manner.

John held the greatsword in both hands, a weapon of medieval knightly armor that seemed to come almost to his shoulder height.

Maybe when I grow up, this sword will be just right.

Grasping the hilt of the sword firmly, John exerted force to lift the sword up.

This is a common knight's sword. The blade is as wide as a palm and is made of steel.

It is very heavy, at least for John now, this sword is a very good choice as a weight.

Using the greatsword as a weight, he began his training while holding the greatsword.

He found a rope, tied the sword to his back, and started doing push-ups.

If you work hard, you will get rewards. When John woke up the next day, his magic power increased by 10 points.

[Magic: Level 2 (20/500)]

[Spells: Alaho Opening (Level 3), Levitation Spell (Level 1), Transfiguration Spell (Level 1)]

[Skills: Short Weapon Mastery (Level 7), Great Sword Mastery (Level 3), Hot Weapon Mastery (Level 1)]

[Blessings: Physical fitness, speed attack, precision, academic master, pilot, long-distance running]

His skills have changed, Heavy Weapon Mastery and Polearm Mastery are gone, replaced by Great Sword Mastery.

"This weapon meets the requirements of long handle and heavy weight."

After taking a closer look at the sword, John suddenly realized.

The greatsword mastery that was a combination of the two weapon masteries gave him a sense of familiarity as soon as he started.

He performed a basic set of slashing and stabbing moves with the greatsword.

Just like a knight who has trained for many years, his current level is such that any knight would exclaim in amazement when they see him.

Skills have levels similar to spells.

Level 1 is the entry level, which means you can just show off your skills.

Level 2 basic level, able to apply what you have learned.

Level 3 is medium, which can be considered a good player. It is no problem to fight several of the same size.

Level 4 professional is similar to a professional killer. It is no longer just about hitting a few people, but a real weapon.

Level 5 teachers can apply what they have learned well and have their own unique insights.