I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

After wandering around in front of the extremely ugly stone statue for a while, he had no choice but to lift the illusion spell, and said to the stone statue, "Tell Professor Dumbledore that John Wick is looking for him."

The stone statue turned its head, as if it understood.

After a while, the stone statue jumped aside.

John knew that Dumbledore knew he was coming, and he walked in.

It was a rotating passage, and at the top was the principal's office.

Knocking on the wooden door with the griffin brass ring, the door in front of John opened without wind.

It was the first time he entered inside.

It was a large, beautiful circular room, filled with all sorts of funny little sounds.

On the table with slender legs, there are many strange and weird silverware, spinning, emitting small puffs of smoke.

The patched Sorting Hat sat on a shelf, and beside it in a glass case stood a silver sword with a large ruby ​​in its hilt.

There is also a bird that is almost losing its feathers on the shelf behind the door. It is said that the plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as the chicken, and now John finally saw it.

Dumbledore's eyes hidden under the half-moon glasses watched John coming, and there was a hint of seriousness in his deep voice.

"John, it's already curfew time."

"I know, Professor Dumbledore."

John nodded respectfully, and said seriously: "But I can't just sit back and watch Hogwarts be in danger."

These words did not sound alarmist, Dumbledore said seriously: "I hope to get an answer."

"There was a snake at school, it was huge, and I ran into it."

As John said, Dumbledore's face became serious.

"John Wick, if what you say is true, Hogwarts is in danger."

Dumbledore did not take John's words as a joke, because such things had happened in Hogwarts.

He said in a concentrated voice: "I will ask the professors to step up patrols in the castle. John, I need your help to find the secret room."

The monster that came out of the secret room, Dumbledore didn't know where the secret room was.

Otherwise, when Hagrid was wronged, he couldn't just keep it.

Slytherin's philosophy is contrary to the other three founders, and the secret room left before he left has always been a mystery of Hogwarts.

The only hope lies in the heir of Slytherin.

He wants to organize professors to prevent more serious things from happening, which makes it easier for John, a student, to investigate.

There's another reason Slytherins want to get rid of mudbloods.

Then the existence of John is the primary object.

John had come here just to get Dumbledore's support, and now that his goal had been achieved, he casually glanced at the bookshelf before leaving.

He saw the missing "Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts".

He wondered, is this book worthy of Dumbledore's personal collection?

...

Confused by the attack, when John returned to the Slytherin common room, he heard Malfoy lecturing.

"Those Muggle-born wizards are not eligible to come to the school at all."

Malfoy, who was talking loudly, was talking about rising when he suddenly found that there was no sound around him.

He looked up and saw John standing outside the door.

"John, John."

Malfoy broke into a cold sweat suddenly, he forgot that John was also a member of that group of Muggle wizards.

John took a deep breath, and he walked into the common room expressionlessly.

The Slytherin students inside moved away one after another, and Malfoy didn't want to go there or not.

Looking around the past, the wizards who met John's eyes bowed their heads a little guilty.

John said calmly: "Muggles are not worthy of entering the school? Is this what you think?"

"John, that's not what we mean."

Daphne wanted to explain, but John raised his hand to stop him.

He said lightly: "I know some of you have accepted an extreme pure blood theory, but it doesn't matter, I will give you a chance to show me the superiority of pure blood."

Some of the Slytherins frowned, displeased by John's words.

But John didn't care, all he wanted was that no one in Slytherin should gossip.

"I hope to see all of you in Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow."

He was declaring war on the entire Slytherin by himself, not to mention the second-year wizards, even the seniors thought he was crazy.

But is John really crazy?

He walked out of the crowd and walked back to the dormitory under everyone's gaze.

Daphne walked towards Malfoy angrily, pointed to his nose and said, "John is angry, Malfoy!"

Malfoy's complexion changed. He habitually flaunted the superiority of pure blood, but he didn't expect to cause such a big commotion.

News of John Wick declaring war on all of Slytherin spread like wildfire.

The first reactions of the four houses upon hearing the news were all the same, they thought John was crazy.

Harry woke up the next day and quickly found Ron and Hermione.

Ron said in surprise: "My God, is John crazy? He wants to deal with the whole Slytherin!"

"We have to help him!" Hermione wanted to help her friend.

This statement also made the other two agree, and soon they went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The place was already full of people, and the Weasley twins saw a business opportunity, and opened the market to collect gambling money from the students.

"Aren't you afraid that John will lose?"

Harry didn't understand why the Weasley twins dared to offer 1:100 odds. Did they think John was Dumbledore?

George blinked and said, "Of course, he's John Wick."

"He killed the troll in first grade."

Fred added: "And beat Professor Quirrell."

"But...that's Slytherin, I mean, he takes on the whole house by himself!"

Ron thought his brother would lose his fortune, but the Weasley twins didn't think so.

There was an extra long platform in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. When Lockhart saw this scene, his eyes rolled and he felt that he could also imitate it.

Professor Flitwick, the duel champion, was brought in as a referee, and Percy led the other prefects to maintain order.

The Quidditch maniac, Wood, also mercifully stopped training today, and was here to watch.

Almost all the students are here, and the classroom cannot be squeezed in.

John stood on the long platform. He was wearing a loose wizard robe and a delicate badge on his chest.

Just by being there, it was as if all the light had been gathered into it.

Walking leisurely on the long platform, John stroked the badge on his chest with his right hand as a courtesy.

"It's a great honor for everyone to be able to come to this comedy and sad arena. There have been countless Muggle wizards in the wizarding world who have proved that they have the same talent as pure blood, but some people have always maintained arrogance and prejudice."

"Their prejudice is both ridiculous and sad, and even more ironic. I organized this competition."

"The magic world should not be judged by bloodlines, but by strength!"

"Anyone who feels that he can defeat me can come up."

John's calm voice spread, and the prejudice of pure blood against Muggle wizards has not been a day or two.

And John wants to tell them that strength is real, and everything else is fiction.

Not long after he finished speaking, a fifth-year Slytherin walked up.

"Eddie Garfield."

The other party came from the house, and John said calmly: "Ready?"

"get ready……"

A red light knocked the Slytherin student into the air, John held his wand in his left hand, and said calmly, "Next."

It was so fast that the battle ended before even many students could react.

Someone in Slytherin blushed and shouted for John to attack.

John just glanced lightly, and the speaker fell silent for a moment.

"As I said, those who are not satisfied can come up directly."

His expression was calm, but it gave off a sense of arrogance.

This made the proud Slytherin intolerable, and they came up one after another.

But without exception, no matter whether it was a senior or a junior, they were all sent down by John.

This is the person who defeated Gryffindor in a duel, and these students who are still in school are no opponents at all.

Professor Flitwick's hands were almost swollen, and his eyes were shining. This is simply a dueling genius!

With level 4 magic power and level 4 shattering spell, John never even moved his feet.

By the end, there were more than 20 fallen people in Slytherin.

Seeing that it was almost time, he cast a loud spell on himself.

"I know there are rumors in the school that the Chamber of Secrets has been purged of Muggle wizards, and I can tell you here that he will not succeed."

John wanted to find the heir, scanning everyone's faces.

They were surprised, admired, and afraid.

"Because I am here, it is doomed that he cannot succeed."

John declared war on that heir, don't you want to attack Muggles, then come on.

The biggest Muggle wizard head is here.

As long as he dares to make another move, John can follow the clues to find him.

His words lifted the spirits of the panicked students, who cheered John's name.

Among the crowd, panic appeared on Ginny's pale face.

The three little ones were all excited by John, wishing they could find out the heir immediately and beat them up.

"Remember, it is not pure blood that is supreme, but strength is supreme!"

John glanced over, and those who had objections to him lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at him.

He stepped down from the platform, completely subduing Slytherin this time.