I wield a sword at Hogwarts

At this point, she was very angry. Even though John saved her, he still had to be punished.

Harry also felt that Snape was even more annoying, especially when he accidentally discovered that Snape went to the fourth floor and was bitten when he went to retrieve the "Magical Quidditch Ball".

Slytherin and Gryffindor are not in the same classroom today.

After class, when John was about to leave, Malfoy couldn't help but asked: "Wick, will you cheer for Slytherin in the Quidditch match tomorrow?"

From Malfoy's point of view, John is simply a Gryffindor, and he might cheer for Gryffindor in the past.

John smiled upon hearing this, looked at Malfoy and said, "Of course, for eternal glory."

Malfoy was stunned and muttered.

"For eternal glory..."

This sentence changed his view of John. Perhaps this man could be regarded as a Slytherin.

Slytherin is always chasing glory.

…

At night, John followed Hagrid with a night light.

I have to say that Hagrid's huge body can give people a sense of security.

Especially the crossbow arrow that shone with cold light. John dared to say that it would be uncomfortable to be hit by it.

Not long after the two entered the Forbidden Forest, they heard wailing.

Hagrid's expression changed, "This is the voice of a unicorn."

Chapter 17 Quidditch and Conspiracy

unicorn?

John pictured a white horse with spiral horns sprouting from its head.

Unicorns are synonymous with purity and are also a protected species.

After Hagrid heard the wailing, he ran in that direction. Running in this general grid was not slow.

John's tempered physical fitness seemed fragile under his innate advantages.

Hagrid, who was used to running in the mountains and forests, ran over without blushing or out of breath. John ran with all his strength and could barely keep up.

At a water source in the forest, they found a unicorn.

The beautiful unicorn was wailing there. There was a terrible scar on the unicorn's body, and silver-white blood like mercury was constantly flowing out.

"Approach with caution."

Hagrid spoke vigilantly, holding the crossbow tightly in his hand. If necessary, he would not hesitate to send the opponent away with a single shot of the crossbow.

The two of them carefully came to the unicorn. After seeing the unicorn's miserable condition, Hagrid couldn't bear to watch.

"Oh no."

He knelt down and tried to heal the unicorn, but the injury was too serious.

"No one would touch a unicorn, except those lunatics who don't want their lives."

Hagrid felt heavy, as this wound could no longer be repaired.

John's heart also sank. Unicorns are pure things, and even the creatures in the Forbidden Forest would not attack unicorns.

A person came to his mind, Quirrell.

It's very strange that the other party leaves Hogwarts every night. Now that the unicorn has been attacked again, it's hard to say that it has nothing to do with Quirrell.

"John, let's bury her."

The two accompany the unicorn on its last journey.

The unicorn gradually lost its vitality, and finally its pupils lost their vitality and fell there.

Burying the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was in a bad mood all the way.

John understood him. Hagrid was a person who loved magical animals. Seeing the unicorn die in front of him would definitely make him feel bad.

"Hagrid, look away, we need to cheer up."

In Hagrid's hut, John tasted rock biscuits.

Even the cake almost didn't send him away. Hagrid gradually felt better after being comforted by John.

"That must not be an ordinary incident. We must prevent it from happening again." John knew that there would be a second time, so he sounded the alarm to Hagrid in advance.

Hagrid cheered up, "John, you are right, we have to protect those little cuties."

Little cutie?

John felt that only Hagrid would call those things in the Forbidden Forest that way.

After the patrol, John fed Yaya dog food.

He did not return to the lounge immediately, but went to the library on the fifth floor.

Skillfully reaching the forbidden book area, John found the magic spell about Occlumency.

Now he felt more and more that the crisis was approaching, and that Occlumency was imminent.

He went to the Room of Requirement to study. After a night of trying, he finally succeeded in reaching level 1 with the academic master mode turned on.

…

Quidditch match day.

John came to the Great Hall to eat toast, and Hermione over there was coaxing Harry like a sister.

"I don't want to eat anything."

Harry shook his head and rejected Hermione's kindness. He was so nervous now that his calves were shaking.

This feeling was terrible. He was more afraid of losing the game in front of everyone than falling off his broomstick.

"Don't be nervous Harry, just be yourself."

John took a sip of water and smiled at Harry: "If you catch up with the Golden Snitch and don't have the strength to catch it, that would be bad. If you are hit by the Bludger, that would be even worse. You have to go to the school hospital to lie down for a while. ."

Harry thought it made sense and reluctantly took two bites of bread.

He didn't want Madam Pomfrey nagging him in his ear.

Hogwarts demolition genius Seamus Finnigan asked John curiously: "John, do you also want to go to the game to see how we repair Slytherin?"

"Uh... I'm Slytherin."

"Sorry, that's not what I meant."

Seamus explained in a panic, and John said he understood.

I don’t know why, but Gryffindor students always subconsciously regard John as Gryffindor.

Malfoy walked over, accompanied by two followers. When he saw Gryffindor and the annoying Potter, he snorted coldly.

"Wick, I'll take you to the Quidditch pitch. You probably don't know where it is." He felt quite compassionate.

John thought that he was going to Slytherin to cheer up anyway, so he simply went there together.

After they left, Ron came to his senses with his mouth wide open and said in disbelief: "I saw that right, Malfoy actually invited John."

Harry behaved the same way, "I really want to say you saw it wrong, but I saw it too."

Seamus simply went straight to the conspiracy theory and vowed: "John must have used a confusion spell on Malfoy."

Hermione felt that the little lions had gone too far, wrinkled her nose and said, "John has always performed very well. He has given Slytherin almost two hundred points."

good performance?

The little lions of Gryffindor looked at each other and beat Malfoy at the beginning of school. Is that a good name?

They are confused.

…

Quidditch is indeed the most popular sport in the wizarding world, and the huge Quidditch pitch almost makes it impossible for John to fit on it.

"You see, only this young master can find such a good location here."

Malfoy showed off, as if the person who had just dragged him up from nearly falling down the stairs was not John.

Goyle and Crabbe opened the way and found them a good position.

The stadium is clearly divided into two groups, one is the red of Gryffindor, and the other is the green of Slytherin.

The two sides had not started the game yet, and a fight almost broke out in the audience.

As Ms. Hooch's silver whistle blew, the Quidditch match officially began.

The commentator of the game was Gryffindor Lee Jordan, with Professor McGonagall, a die-hard Quidditch fan, beside him.

When Gryffindor scored, he almost jumped up with joy, but after Slytherin scored, he just said a few words and was done.

This point made John couldn't help but complain. No one thought anything was wrong with such naked partiality.

After the first goal, John saw Hager on the opposite side of the red wave squeezing into the crowd.

Apparently it was hard for wizards to resist the temptation of Quidditch. Ron and Hermione were like two dolls next to Hagrid.

The game was very intense, mainly due to a lot of fouls.

Anyway, John has heard no fewer than five or six fouls yelled in the audience.

Unfortunately, Quidditch is not football and there is no such thing as a red card.

Suddenly, John saw Harry's broomstick twisting wildly up and down, as if he had drunk fake wine.

He subconsciously glanced at Malfoy, who was gloating at his arch-rival Potter's misfortune.

"That's right, Malfoy doesn't have the strength." John muttered, but Malfoy didn't hear clearly.

After watching for a while, Harry's broom finally recovered.

It was John who saw that his yard robe was on fire. After getting up, he threw his elbow behind Quirrell in the face.

"This must hurt."

Unexpectedly, my dean had already practiced it, and this elbow almost knocked Quirrell unconscious.

Anyway, John saw the back of Quirrell's head hit the seat behind him so hard that he couldn't recover for at least a few minutes.

Harry recovered and found the Snitch. He quickly chased after him, dived towards the ground and fell to the ground.

He is seen putting his hand over his mouth and spitting out the Snitch.

Lee Jordan immediately announced that Harry had caught the Golden Snitch and ended the game.

With 170:60, Gryffindor won.

John felt a pity and said: "We lack a good seeker."

With the blessing of Harry's superb flying skills and the gold-plated Nimbus 2000, Slytherin's Seeker is just like a piece of wood.

Malfoy nodded with deep understanding, and after realizing when he had such a good relationship with John Wick, he left directly.

At the same time, Malfoy also planted a seed in his heart that he must become Slytherin's seeker and torture Potter severely.

The broomstick was out of control, and John felt suspicious.

As for whether it was his dean who did it, John could only say that Snape was a good man.

After all, the infatuated Snape would not harm Lily's child if he hurt anyone. He even suspected that if Harry were a girl, Snape would probably change his job directly to raise him.

This was a man who dared to stab Voldemort in the back for the goddess he had a crush on.

…

"Forget the big dog and what it's guarding, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nico Flamel..."

"Aha, so it involves a man named Nico Flamel, right?"

Hagrid's annoyed and angry voice and Harry's questioning voice about what he had discovered were heard.

John, who had come over after watching the game, stood at the door wondering whether he should go in now.