I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The Christmas school was not so interesting. Apart from staring at the Marauder's Map every day, John let Malfoy feel Neville's pain.

"Can't hold on, you can say it, I never force you."

John spoke lightly, he was standing outside the Whomping Willow, and Malfoy was being chased by the branches of the Whomping Willow.

"Shut up, John."

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

Until John escaped Malfoy's three curses in a row, this let Malfoy know the importance of body skills.

John didn't shut his mouth, his tone was full of sarcasm, "You were right not to let Gore and the others come over, you are too embarrassed now."

"Malfoy of the Holy 28, his offspring can't even beat a tree."

"Maybe your father is right. After all, your family's property can make you live like a useless person."

"I forgot, maybe it's not just like."

His words were like knives, which upset Malfoy, and he was whipped by the Beating Willow and flew away if he was careless.

"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 into the school?"

John took out a turkey sandwich and bit it down. The cozy look was full of hatred.

Malfoy was full of resentment, and a voice appeared in his head, why should he watch that Muggle wizard enjoy himself, the noble pure blood shouldn't suffer like this.

The rage level soared, Malfoy couldn't take it after being kicked out again.

Taking out his wand, Malfoy cast a spell at the annoying Whomping Willow.

Just as the spell was about to hit the Whomping Willow, the Iron Armor Charm appeared in that place.

The first layer of the Iron Armor Curse was directly shattered, and the second layer stopped the attack.

The Whomping Willow was enraged, and this time the willow branch was faster and fiercer.

If Malfoy couldn't dodge, he was about to be hit.

Seeing this, John took out his wand and cast a levitating spell to drag Malfoy back.

Seeing that his face was still angry and angry, John applauded and praised: "This time the power has increased compared to the last time, keep the feeling just now."

John was testing the range of emotions affecting the power of the spell. After Malfoy was provoked just now, the power of the spell was increased by half.

Although this kind of emotion affects the accuracy, the power increase is very impressive.

John took out a pen to write on the note, glanced at Malfoy who was still angry, and said speechlessly, "You asked me to train again."

Malfoy also knew whether John was improving his strength, or he was a little out of control.

Usually at this time, John only needs to use a sleeping spell on him.

"Okay, it's time for bed again."

Without giving Malfoy a chance to react, John directly covered his face with a sleeping spell to allow Malfoy to sleep like a baby.

Tell Goyle and Crabbe to take Malfoy back, they are used to Malfoy falling asleep every day from exhaustion.

Scribbling in his notes, John closed the book and stuffed it into his satchel.

"Anger is good, but it's better to use it sparingly. This time Draco's emotions lasted longer."

Continuing on, John felt that one day Malfoy would shoot himself if he got too involved.

Although it is a pity, John still intends to temporarily terminate.

He didn't know that his every move was watched by someone.

With dark eyes, Snape found Dumbledore.

...

"Dumbledore, it's time for you to take care of John Wick."

In the principal's office, Snape no longer had that yin and yang look, but anger revealed in his tone.

"What's wrong Severus?"

Dumbledore looked up from the table, he was a little surprised to see Snape's appearance.

"He's gaining power bit by bit, don't tell me you don't know, Dumbledore."

As a former Death Eater, Snape saw the shadow of another person in John.

The same extraordinary talent, the same handsomeness, and the same bewitching people around.

John Wick.

Except for his blood, this boy is a complete copy of that person.

There was some madness in his voice, and the gloomy voice seemed to be fished out of the water.

"He is imitating the Mysterious Man. He will not be content with being ordinary. Slytherin is the best proof. In just one school year, he has made Slytherin his own."

Seeing how excited he was, Dumbledore said calmly, "Calm down Severus, he's just a child."

"Voldemort was once just a child!" Snape said word by word, even saying the person's name.

He's worried, John Wick.

Snape had a sneer on his face, and said in a strange voice: "Don't tell me, you don't know what he's doing, he was exposed to black magic in the first grade, he was forbearing and showed his ambition, even Draco Malfoy bowed to him now Pride."

"Dumbledore, we all know what that means, the Heir of Slytherin, how do you know he's not?"

"Severus!"

Dumbledore's expression turned serious, which calmed Snape a little.

"It's a serious allegation, you know."

Staring at the sword of Gryffindor with wise eyes, Dumbledore said softly: "I believe John Wick will not become that person, he is different, he has relatives, friends, and... love."

Snape had calmed down at this moment, he looked at Dumbledore coldly, his voice returned to normal.

"Hope you're right, we don't have a second Dumbledore."

After he finished speaking, he left.

Dumbledore was left alone in thought.

Voldemort was a piece of Snape's heart disease, he killed Snape's love.

Dumbledore knew all this, and so did he.

When Voldemort was in the second year, he was far less outstanding than John. The people around John were all close because of their strength. There was no blood, only strength.

This is like being another person.

Dumbledore looked at Gryffindor's sword and sighed, "I hope it's you, John."

Once opened the Gryffindor Chamber of Secrets, if it weren't for Harry, Dumbledore couldn't think of anyone better than John.

If it's John, then he won't be the next Voldemort.

Snape was right, there is no second Dumbledore in the wizarding world.

A third Dark Lord, they couldn't afford it.

...

John didn't know that because of his relationship, Snape and Dumbledore had a quarrel.

He was opening an envelope, which came from an owl.

It's just that after the owl was delivered, it looked like it was about to die of exhaustion.

The seal on the envelope was something John had never seen before, and the bat was holding the sword.

The address is Durmstrang.

When opened, there was a letter and a scale-like thing inside.

"Fire dragon scales?"

Opening the letter, John saw a line of flowing fonts.

"I'm here to find you."

"Why does this thing feel like a threatening letter?"

John was lost in thought, could it be a prank by the Weasley twins?

He noted the sender's name, Heydrich Edgar.

The name brought him back to the day of summer vacation when he and Fleur fell in the forest.

The Durmstrang student who was dueling with him.

"Find me?"

Thinking about it carefully, I didn't do anything to anger the other party, so why did I send a threatening letter?

"Forget it, don't worry about it."

John, who couldn't figure it out, simply gave up and went to the Room of Requirement.

John has a new parchment in his hand, and he wants to try to reproduce the Marauder's Map.

This thing is a student's work, logically speaking, no matter how high the level of alchemy is, there is a limit.

Level 3 alchemy should be able to do it barely.

It is not very useful to reproduce it, mainly because I want to learn the application of Zongsi inside.

This kind of Marauder's map can mark people who enter Hogwarts, and it has magic similar to Zongsi.

John has pulled out Zongsi before, and knows a little about Zongsi.

The four people who were able to combine the two and make the map were geniuses.

Inside the Room of Responsiveness, John first added ingredients to the Felicity Elixir.

Felicia is nearing completion, and it is estimated that it can be completed after the start of the next semester.

John was also about to enter the Slytherin Chamber at that time.

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