I wield a sword at Hogwarts

After testing all aspects of the secret room, John upgraded the wooden door.

Opening the weapons arsenal, John entered and filled it with the required materials.

He turned the arsenal into an assembly line for making Rings of Strike and various products.

Through the large-scale permanent alchemy array, the secret room of the Star Society operates and produces.

There is a faucet in the secret room of the Star Club, from which pure magic wine will drip. Other liquids with impurities will flow back into the secret room delivery pipe and become the magic power that maintains the secret room.

Put the lid on the wine bottle, seal it with a layer of wax and put it in the wine storage cabinet.

When John went out, he happened to meet Luna.

She was wearing the shooting star shoes given by John. They fit perfectly, but the cool pattern didn't look like a good match for a little girl.

"John." Luna's voice was clear and pleasant.

John didn't mind when she saw him walking out of the Star Club, and said with a smile: "Just in time, I'm going to find you."

Luna tilted her head, her expression looking a little dazed, "It looks like a good thing."

"Of course." John walked beside Luna and said softly: "If you are free tomorrow, I have a gift for you."

"I want to look for the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax tomorrow." Luna responded.

John smiled and said mysteriously: "What a coincidence, I am also going to look for the Bent-Horned Snorlax. Have you forgotten that I promised you last semester?"

Luna's eyes lit up, and the two made an appointment.

The two separated on the stairs, and John went to the library, where he was looking for some books about the soul.

In the library, he met Hermione.

He stared at the medal on Hermione's chest and hesitated: "Vomiting?"

"It's S-P-E-W, the Society for the Promotion of House-Elf Rights!" Hermione said angrily.

John's eyes widened and he asked doubtfully: "Did you create it?"

Hermione nodded and said, "Yes, I originally wanted to name it 'Campaign to Ban Cruelty to Our Magical Animal Friends and Improve Their Legal Status', but it wasn't quite appropriate."

"It's really inappropriate," John said speechlessly, "So you want to fight for equal rights for house elves?"

"That's right!" Hermione felt that communicating with John was much easier than communicating with those two idiots. She smiled and invited: "John, can I invite you to join us?"

"Sounds good."

Hermione's smile grew brighter.

The next second.

"But I refuse!"

A smile froze on Hermione's face.

She didn't dare to ask confidently: "Why?"

Chapter 196 Equality and the Horned Snorlax

Hermione didn't expect that her house-elf rights promotion association would be rejected when it just started. She didn't understand why John would refuse such a good thing.

"Do you think, like Ron, that house elves like to be slaves?" Hermione raised her voice unconsciously.

"No, Hermione." John shook his head and said calmly: "What about you, why do you want to help the house elf?"

"Why?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't this how it should be? We shouldn't see them being slaves like this. They should be paid for their work, not free."

"wrong."

John looked at her with an expression of helplessness towards the little girl's innocence, and said, "Do you know how the status of a wizard comes from?"

Before Hermione could speak, John spoke, with a hint of sinisterness in his tone, "Killing, a lot of killing."

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing at the right time, and Hermione felt a chill on her back.

"In the beginning, wizards and some magical animals did not coexist harmoniously. You should know that the goblins rebelled, and the house elves were the losers in the war."

"During those wars, many wizards died, and house elves were enslaved and made a pact not to use wands."

John's words made a little sweat break out on Hermione's forehead, and she seemed to understand something.

"Success comes at a cost, and failure comes with a price. House elves seem pitiful, but that's because too many wizards in the past died at their hands."

Those brown eyes were glowing with a bit of coldness at this moment, "Wizards are the ones who benefit. This has happened before in the Muggle world. It has nothing to do with the species, it's just victory or defeat."

Yes, it has happened no matter where I am.

There may be kind-hearted masters who will free their slaves, but if they are not from our tribe, they will definitely have different intentions.

Having been slaves for so long, house elves are full of servility and they have been brainwashed by wizards.

But when the first house elf rebels, they will gradually wake up.

When the time comes, will they coexist harmoniously like their kind and wizards?

"Either domesticate or expel." John said calmly: "The goblins in Gringotts lost to wizards, but do they have no other ideas?"

"They never gave up their desire for the magical world."

The greedy gaze of the Gringotts goblin flashed through Hermione's mind, and she was a little lost.

John's words are full of reality. This is not a novel, but the real world for John.

Perhaps at a certain moment, when I saw the aliens in the novel being rescued, I felt a sense of joy.

But in reality, if cats and dogs who can use guns are rescued, will they still be good friends of mankind?

The house elves are very powerful. Lucius was knocked away by Dobby without a wand, and the anti-Apparition magic of Hogwarts was ineffective in front of the elves.

To John, today's house elves were the good elves.

Enjoy equal rights as wizards, then sooner or later, wizards will start a war with house elves again.

Hermione left, a little unsteady on her feet as she left.

John didn't know if she would stick to her idea. No matter what, John would regard Hermione as a friend.

Walking into the library, John rummaged through a lot of information.

There were few books on the spiritual plane, and John sat reading.

Putting down the spiritual books one after another, John had a preliminary diagnosis of the Longbottom couple's treatment plan.

“Being overstimulated leads to self-isolation.”

He touched his chin, feeling rather troubled by the Longbottoms' symptoms.

After all, it was the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses.

"Psychic magic knocks on the door of the heart, which requires strong empathy, which means I have to be like them."

John felt a headache. Could someone else use the Cruciatus Curse on him?

I don't have masochistic tendencies, and the Cruciatus Curse may not be effective. At least I need to achieve empathy.

It's similar to frequency modulation. Only by tuning your mind to the same frequency as the Longbottoms can you receive the signal.

"From zero to one, it's so difficult."

To put it bluntly, if it were simple, Dumbledore would not have watched the heroes of the Order of the Phoenix continue to be stupid.

After packing up his books, John got up and left.

…

Saturday.

The weather was nice today, so John got up to do some morning exercise.

Just because there's no Quidditch this semester doesn't mean there's no need for training.

Malfoy went out early, and now Montague became the new Quidditch captain, and Malfoy didn't argue with him.

Flint graduated and left, which means that the team's tactics need to be readjusted.

As a core player, Malfoy's tactics are vaguely close to Malfoy's.

Since it was normal training, Malfoy didn't need to use the Firebolt.

The Firebolt that Lucius ordered for Malfoy was on the way, his reward for winning Slytherin's title.

Although it has something to do with winning some money at the World Cup.

Malfoy intends to move towards professional Quidditch, and John supports him.

That time also made John a lot of money. He was so happy that he paid benefits to all employees, making him more prestigious.

Among the students enrolled this year, there is a werewolf.

As for how John found out, it was because he sponsored the admission.

Enrolling in secret, not above board, but there are some considerations.

It needs to be carefully observed first. With Lupin as his predecessor, Dumbledore also admitted werewolves to school.

But instead of being placed in Slytherin, they were placed in Hufflepuff.

This is also a good thing for werewolf wizards. Hufflepuff is the most inclusive house.

Johnny Silverhand will be responsible for providing the Wolfsbane potion until the werewolf wizard graduates.

By the way, this little wizard is the adopted grandson of Old Jack, Little Jack.

After the morning exercise, John headed to Hagrid's cabin.

He made an appointment with Luna, and he was also going to go to the Forbidden Forest to look for Wei Wei.

In the hut, before Hagrid came out, Fang ran out first.

Yaya circled enthusiastically around John, and John took out dog food and stuffed it in its mouth.

"John, you're here."

Hagrid was very happy, he had been studying the Snorlax lately.

This little guy gave him too many surprises. The Snorlax had the ability to apparate, and it was very powerful.

Even inside the castle, you can move.

The Snorlax eats a variety of plants, but its current favorite is dragon fruit.

When John came in, he saw the Bent-Horned Snorlax's head buried in half of the dragon fruit, munching on it, and there were some fresh fruits placed there.

The size has grown a bit, but it can still be easily picked up with one hand.

John picked it up and looked at it. The hair of the Snorlax had a waterproof effect, and the juice couldn't stay on it and slid down.

"Hagrid, what are you doing?"

Noticing Hagrid's sneaky behavior, John looked over and saw Hagrid hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

Hagrid turned his head away with embarrassment on his face, still showing a little.

"Ms. Maxim?"

Seeing the wording above, John raised his head and looked at Hagrid again.

Hagrid seemed to have been exposed. He was embarrassed and unable to speak.

Fortunately, John only glanced at it and turned his head away. He whispered to the Snorlax.

The Bent-Horned Snorlax didn't know whether he understood or not, so he nodded solemnly.

After discussing the appearance plan, John and Hagrid said goodbye.

After walking out of the door, John turned around and came back. Hagrid, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was startled.

"By the way, Ms. Maxim likes tulip perfume. You can spray some on the letter."

Hagrid's face turned red, and John turned away.

Arriving at the Forbidden Forest, John saw Luna walking in a trance.