Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 40 Saving the Unicorn and the Flying Broom Murder Incident

Finally, when the life-filled green light disappeared, the wound on the unicorn's abdomen disappeared.

If it weren't for the silvery white blood stained on the hair, no one would have seen that there was a deep bone wound there.

John withdrew his hand, and at the same time retracted the Raven Staff into the system, then stood up and pulled Hagrid, who was kneeling on the ground on his side, backed away.

The pure-blooded good beast was still a little weak due to excessive blood loss, but it still managed to get up from the ground and stood up.

The pure white hair shone in the moonlight, and the black pupils were like the most precious black pearls, and John was reflected in them at this moment.

Slowly moving forward, the unicorn approached John vigilantly but trustingly, and lowered its head.

John vaguely sensed the emotion of the unicorn in front of him, and tentatively stretched out his hand. Seeing that the unicorn did not avoid it, he began to gently stroke the neck of this pure creature.

The unicorn shuddered slightly when John touched it at first, but soon the other person nestled its head on his shoulder under John's touch.

There was a gleam in Hagrid's eyes, and he watched the scene in front of him excitedly.

But he was afraid to open his mouth to scare the pure creature, so he covered his mouth to prevent himself from subconsciously exclaiming and destroying the beauty in front of him.

For a long time, the unicorn seemed to be reluctant to lift its head away from John's shoulder, snorted lightly, then turned its head and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest amidst Hagrid's reluctance and John's smile.

At the same time, John also noticed that the centaur team who had been observing not far away had also disappeared, probably leaving to protect the unicorn.

After the unicorn disappeared from John and Hagrid's sight, Hagrid put down his hand and grabbed John's shoulder with some excitement.

"Merlin's beard! John, I've never seen Alicia like that, and it's amazing that you can do healing magic so well!"

John smiled and said nothing more.

Soon after Hagrid found Fang, who had fled at the first moment of the battle, he briefly identified the direction, and John and the others left the Forbidden Forest.

In Hagrid's hut, John sat in front of the fireplace with a teacup in his hand, and Fang lay obediently at his feet.

Hagrid packed his equipment and rushed to the castle. He wanted to report to Dumbledore what happened tonight.

John stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace, and John fell into deep thought. He was replaying this encounter.

Although he didn't use all his strength in this battle, and successfully defeated and let go of the target, John still discovered his own shortcomings from it.

Even if the battle experience is enough to stand out from the crowd, the main world's relevant combat methods are too lacking.

I don't know if the wizarding world has been peaceful for too long. There are basically only a few spells with strong lethality, and most of them are black magic that can affect the mind.

Of course, it doesn't mean that other magics don't work. Some magics often have unexpected effects at certain times. It also depends on whether the wizard who casts the magic is creative.

Although John doesn't hate this way of fighting, he still prefers simple and direct one-hit kills.

So John is teaching himself the powerful and large-scale war magic, trying to combine the magic knowledge of Howl's world, as well as the creativity brought by some works in his mind, to invent his own unique war magic.

'There seems to be an opportunity to go to Durmstrang...'

According to what John learned from reading materials, although the Durmstrang Academy of Magic has been criticized for teaching black magic and extreme pure blood, there is no denying the authority of the other side in black magic and war magic.

Compared with the simple war magic books in the Hogwarts library, more professional knowledge can help John create new magic.

However, John has already achieved some results. Probably during this period of time, if he concentrates on research, he will be able to create several new magics that are a little weaker than real war magics.

After sorting out his thoughts, John took out the rock cake soaked in the teacup and took a bite.

I have to say that although Hagrid's rock skin cakes are indeed a bit hard, they still taste good, and the just right sweetness makes people have endless aftertastes.

Especially with the addition of some magical plants, it will make people feel warm all over.

Soon after John finished the last piece of rock pie, Hagrid returned to the hut.

"John, it's getting late, you should go back." Hagrid said with a smile, hanging his coat on the hanger

Putting the teacup in his hand on the table, he stroked his teeth and raised his head to look at him. After saying goodbye to Hagrid, John left the hut and walked slowly towards the castle.

But when he was approaching the castle, John saw an unexpected figure.

Snape!
I saw him standing in the shadow that the firelight couldn't reach, his deep black eyes were empty and lifeless, but John could notice that the other party was staring at him at the moment.

"Mr. Williams, come to my office at nine o'clock tomorrow night," Snape said slowly.

Although he didn't know what the other party was going to do, John could feel that Snape didn't have any malicious intentions, so naturally he didn't refuse.

"I'll be there on time, Professor Snape"

"Very good." Snape nodded, then waved his sleeves and disappeared completely into the darkness.

John also returned to the dormitory, and fell asleep after washing up.

The next morning was sunny and cold.The dining room smelled tantalizingly of grilling sausages and everyone chatted happily in anticipation of a good Quidditch game.

And when John stepped into the auditorium, he saw Hermione and the others surrounding Harry from a distance, talking about something.

Walking in, I found that Hermione and the future blasting ghost Seamus were trying to persuade Harry to eat something.

"You must eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Have some toast," Hermione coaxed.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry's face was pale, because he was so nervous that he even felt sick when he saw the food. After all, he was going to the arena in an hour.

"Harry, you need to maintain a strong physical strength." Seamus Finnigan said, "The Seeker is always the one the opponent focuses on."

"Yes, Harry, you need to eat"

Harry and Hermione both smiled when they heard the voice behind them

"John!"

John sat directly next to Harry, clapped his hands, and saw an extra bowl of pumpkin porridge in front of Harry.

"Eat something light." John pointed to the porridge in front of Harry and said, "You don't want to lose face at your debut because you're hungry, do you?"

Hearing John's words, Harry thought for a while that this was indeed the case, picked up the spoon on the side and began to eat in small bites.

Everyone was relieved to see Harry eating.

Upon seeing this, John also left the long table in Gryffindor and returned to Hufflepuff.

At eleven o'clock, almost all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch, and John managed to squeeze into the stands around the pitch.
Looking around, John could see many students with binoculars, and even though the bleacher seats were literally raised into the air, it was sometimes difficult to see the game clearly.

But John didn't have such troubles. The detection technique was launched, and at this moment, he could see even the fine hairs on the faces of the people in the opposite stand.

John could clearly see, in the top row of the Gryffindor stands, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus and Dean, the West Ham fan, preparing the banners they had made.

It looked like it was made of old sheets, and it said Potter must win, with a large Gryffindor lion drawn underneath the words.

Then John saw Hermione pull out her wand and cast a neat spell on the banner, making the paint on it flash different colors.

But soon John looked away. He was now focusing on the stand where the professor was, scanning the faces of the professors one by one, and finally his sight stayed on a pale face.

That was Quirrell, and it looked like he had suffered a lot from the gun last night.

It seems that excessive movements will involve the wound, so Quirrell moves carefully with every movement, trying not to make any movement of the upper body.

Soon after Professor McGonagall made a brief opening speech, the game officially began.

John immediately noticed the unabashed malevolence of the twisted shadow behind Quirrell when Harry entered the scene.

When the silver whistle of Ms. Hooch from the flight class sounded, the Quidditch match officially started.

As time passed, under Gryffindor Lee Jordan's eccentric commentary, the competition was extremely fierce, and Harry kept avoiding the attacks that came at any time, trying to find the figure of the golden snitch.

Just after Harry had finally spotted the Snitch, had taken a deliberate charge from Slytherin Marcus Flint, and narrowly dodged a whirling Bludger flying past his scalp .

John clearly saw Harry's Nimbus 2000 shake suddenly, and then Harry grabbed the broomstick tightly. At this moment, Harry's face was a little pale because he was worried about falling.

But John didn't move to stop Quirrell who was casting a spell at the moment. It's better to leave this matter to Hermione and the others.

If there hadn't been this incident, Harry and the others wouldn't have officially started investigating the Philosopher's Stone, so how could Dumbledore give him the Invisibility Cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows, a family heirloom of the Potter family.

You must know that it was after obtaining the invisibility cloak that Harry broke into the restricted area to find out who Nick Flamel was, found the Mirror of Erised at the back, and saw the appearance of his parents. Voldemort's determination.

Since Dumbledore had made all the arrangements, there was no need for John to intervene, and it wasn't a big deal for Snape to take the blame. Who told him that he really didn't treat Harry very well?

In the end, everything was accompanied by the igniting of Snape's robes, which invisibly gave Quirrell a punch to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting. Harry successfully grabbed the golden snitch with his mouth, and Gryffindor won at 170:60.

Just like what John thought, after the Quidditch match, Harry and the others immediately approached Hagrid to share their guesses about Snape, and learned from the gold medal 'Keeper of Secrets' that the fourth floor was guarded Something to do with Nick Flamel.

It's just that John didn't expect that Harry would come to him directly in the afternoon to ask about Nick Flamel.

John didn't want to disturb Dumbledore's arrangement, so he said directly: "I don't know, but I think there must be relevant materials in the library, and since he is familiar with Dumbledore, he must be an older person." People, you can try to find it along this direction."

Hearing John's suggestion, Harry's eyes lit up, he nodded with a smile, and then hurried back to find Ron and Hermione, and they hurried to the library together.

This search found December.

(End of this chapter)