I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Ever since John decided that he was going to be the next Dumbledore in the wizarding world, he began to accumulate his power.

Such as Dharma Alex, Mundungus, Tang Mi and others are all his contacts outside.

Lockhart's strength is very poor, even elves can't solve it, but he has a huge group of book fans and many publisher friends outside.

This made John think a little bit.

"Gideroy Lockhart, it was you who chose to tell me the truth, or I to offer you Veritaserum."

John randomly took out a bottle of potion from the small bag, which scared Lockhart enough.

He didn't have much strength to speak of, and veritaserum was a kind of thing that would break his brain if he drank too much.

He backed away in fright when he heard that John was going to give himself something like this.

It's a pity that there is a wall behind him and there is no way out, so he has no choice but to compromise.

As if his spine had been removed, he slumped on the ground and told the story of how he cheated the story with the Amnesiac Curse and became himself.

John listened to his words with a strange expression on his face.

"Are you saying that your stories are copied from others?"

Staring at Lockhart's awkward smile, John was surprised.

With a flick of his wand, John conjured a chair.

Sitting on the chair, he said with a half-smile, "I didn't expect you to be a social expert, although your strength is a bit weaker, and you are full of lies."

Lockhart saw that he didn't mean to smash himself, so he stood up with a stern face, and said awkwardly: "I really wanted to be an adventurer at first, but my strength is too weak. The only thing I can do is Forget it."

After graduating from Hogwarts, he tried to travel around as in the book, but what he got was beaten up and bruised.

One day he met an old wizard in a tavern. After the other party told the story of his adventures with the Tibetan snowman, Lockhart had a bad idea.

He succeeded, using the Amnestic Charm to make the wizard forget the experience.

And he recorded the story and published it, becoming everyone's favorite Gilderoy Lockhart, the winner of the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award.

This made him even more irresistible, taking stories from others and embellishing them so that he could make them his own.

Rising to the top of the market, he is the darling of publishers, and the most charming smile that young women love.

Gradually, he got lost in Vanity Fair.

"You are a talent." John tapped the cup after listening to it, and it was refilled with tea.

Picking up his teacup and taking a sip, John said, "Don't worry, I won't drive you out of Hogwarts. Instead, you can stay here and continue teaching."

"Really?"

The surprise came too suddenly, Lockhart hurried over and said, "What do you want, I mean, what do I have to give?"

He has made up his mind, as long as John doesn't expose himself, no matter if it's money or what, he will be satisfied.

John glanced at the anxious Lockhart, pointed at Lockhart, and said flatly, "I want you."

"what?"

Lockhart was stunned, did John like himself?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help shivering.

"Can you change it to another one? I'm afraid my fans will be sad, and you're still so young."

Lockhart's twitching posture almost made John spit out a mouthful of water. He put down his glass and said angrily, "I want you to help me with my work!"

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Lockhart heaved a sigh of relief but also had doubts, what would John, a second-year student, do by himself?

"Lockhart, you are a smart person. You should know that cleverness doesn't last long. I can save you the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Correspondingly, you have to do something for me."

"As for what it is, it may be to ask you to write a letter, or it may be to ask you to go out and find some people."

A gleam flashed in John's eyes, Lockhart had accumulated a lot of connections over the years.

Especially those noble ladies from ancient pure-blood families, as long as Lockhart said a word, these people could be said to be crazy.

As long as Lockhart continues to maintain the human design, these ladies will be a considerable force.

John stood up and held out his hand to the somewhat embarrassed Lockhart, smiling, "Let's have a good cooperation, Professor Lockhart."

Lockhart didn't know how John could help him, but it was his only option, reaching out to complete the deal with John.

...

Saturday.

John wanted to stay in the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets, but Malfoy knocked on his bedroom door outside.

"Look well John, how those poor Gryffindors will be humiliated by us."

Malfoy is holding Nimbus 2001, the newest broom in the Nimbus series.

In terms of performance, it is a bit higher than the Nimbus 2000.

As for such broomsticks, the Slytherin Quidditch team has seven.

John shook his head helplessly, and the krypton gold behavior was fine.

They found Professor Snape and got a special approval note by using the reason that they needed to be familiar with the new equipment, and deliberately picked a time for Gryffindor practice.

John didn't want to get involved. If it wasn't for Gore and Crabbe, the two guys would keep knocking on the door. He didn't want to come here at all.

After arriving at the Quidditch pitch, John stepped aside, and Malfoy had already stepped forward to provoke him.

Harry wanted to visit Hagrid, but Wood, the Quidditch maniac, had developed a new tactic and pulled them all over for training.

Ron and Hermione also followed to watch Harry train, and the little fan Colin also followed, the camera in his hand never stopped.

This made Wood suspect that he was the ghost sent by Slytherin to inquire about the news.

George reminded him: "Slytherins don't need spies, Oliver."

Once Quidditch was involved, Wood seemed to be a different person. He asked grumpily, "How do you know?"

George pointed to the bottom, where a group of people in big green robes and Quidditch uniforms came over, and said, "Because they came by themselves."

Wood looked and saw the Slytherin people coming, and he immediately stopped them unkindly.

"Flint, it's our training time! Get out, please!"

Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, was tall and burly. He showed a sly look and said with a sneer: "This place is huge, Wood."

When the Gryffindor players saw that they were not friendly, they all surrounded them. Wood said sharply, "But I've booked the stadium! I've booked it!"

He repeatedly emphasized that Flint's arrival this time was well prepared.

"But I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape for training our new Seekers."

I saw Flint take out the note specially signed by Professor Snape, which made Wood misfire.

Wood asked unwillingly: "You have added a new Seeker? Where is it?"

Malfoy had a mean smile on his face, and he knew it was time to make his own appearance.

Walking out from behind the tall team members, with a smug smile on his face, it made Harry's hands itch.

Fred Weasley still remembered that Lucius Malfoy had a fight with his father, and he said in disgust: "Aren't you the son of Lucius Malfoy?"

This sentence hit the Slytherin's hands, and they laughed smugly and wildly.

"You actually mentioned Draco's father, so you should look at his generous gift to Slytherin."

The seven light wheels 2001 were brand new, smooth and shiny, making the Gryffindor players' eyes blurred.

Now Gryffindor could only watch Slytherin proud. Ron and Hermione came over and couldn't bear to see Malfoy so proud.

Hermione stood out for Gryffindor, and said sharply: "At least none of the Gryffindor players need to spend money to join the team!"

This hit Malfoy's pain point, his face darkened, and he said viciously: "No one asked you, you stinky little mud..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and Malfoy panicked when he remembered that John was not far away.

Although they didn't finish speaking, the Gryffindor team understood the meaning, and they surrounded them furiously, and Slytherin had to stand in front.

When Malfoy looked up, Ron shot directly angrily.

"Go eat slugs!"

Ron, who had changed his wand, shot decisively, and Malfoy was hit and fell to the ground.

He felt something slippery in his throat, as if it was drilling out.

He opened his mouth and spat out a fat slug, which made him sick.

Immediately after it got out of hand, Malfoy kept spitting out slugs, which sent him to the school hospital.

Ron was surrounded by Gryffindor, shouting that he did a good job.

This made Ron couldn't help but tilt his neck, and even Hermione looked at him with admiration.

John shook his head when he saw this scene, and said, "Draco should be given a little bit of trouble. Power is supreme in this world. He shouldn't laugh at people who are stronger than him."

Using blood to measure a person's identity seems very stupid to John.

Although both parties were his friends, John felt that Draco was not wronged at all for being beaten.

He could try to break the spell, but John felt he had to give Draco a hard time.

Speaking of which, if John hadn't changed Ron's wand, Draco wouldn't have been injured just now.

It can only be said that if you don't die, you won't die.

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