I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Pulling out his wand and pointing it at the hilt, John cast a banishing spell.

Being repulsed by different forces, it's like two magnets of the same sex that repel each other squeeze together.

The silver sword was squeezed into the flying lion's body, and the sword hilt was submerged inside.

"Pfft."

The silver sword broke away from the flying lion's body and turned into a ray of silver light that quickly fell and submerged into the ground.

The flying lion howled in mid-air, and its body fell downwards.

John cast a shock-absorbing spell on himself and jumped directly from the flying lion's back.

When he was less than half a meter from the ground, John was as unharmed as if he had fallen on cotton.

"This guy is rough-skinned and thick-bodied."

The bearskin on his body was scratched a little, and John shook his head and said, "I don't like lions."

Raising his hand to use the camera magic to suck back the silver sword that had sunk into the ground, John waved to Polo, who was looking at him from a distance.

Polo trotted over very sensibly.

John takes Polo to the place where the flying lion fell.

There are many useful parts on the flying lion, such as the teeth and claws, and the wings may be used to make new meteor shoes.

John had always wanted to do it before, but unfortunately he didn't have the right materials.

The flying lion flew some distance before falling. John sat on Polo and walked slowly over.

Because of winter, there are not many plants in the Blue Mountains.

In a crater like a crater caused by a falling meteorite, John saw the flying lion.

It lay there dying, with more air coming out and less air coming in.

Sometimes, having too much vitality is not a good thing.

It was destined to die. John's sword penetrated its organs. It was only a matter of time.

Seeing John coming, the flying lion whimpered and had no strength to continue fighting.

John drew his silver sword and walked towards the flying lion.

He stood in front of the flying lion, holding the silver sword tightly.

"Let me end your pain."

After saying this, his sword turned into a half-moon silver light and chopped off the lion's head.

Not much blood came out, and the penetrating injury had almost drained the blood.

The lost vitality of the lion's skin cannot hinder the sharpness of the silver sword.

John stood there in silence for a moment, blood-red light entered his sword, and the fifth rune was lit.

He raised the silver sword and flicked it hard, and the flying lion's blood fell from the silver sword onto the stone.

Next he needs to think carefully about what materials to take away.

Although there is a small bag, there are some things in it.

Just as he was sizing up the flying lion, a footstep approached quietly.

Polo blinked and watched the white-haired man approach John's back.

The moment he reached out, silver light flashed and was held down by a hand.

John's eyes narrowed, and he punched with his left hand, but the opponent turned his head and dodged it.

Taking the opportunity to kick the man's knee, John freed his right hand. John twisted his sword and passed by, but the other man bent down to avoid it.

The two kept a distance, and John looked at the opposite side.

He has silver-grey hair and a weathered face. Although he doesn't look young, he has a strong body that makes young people envious.

The amber pupils give people a stern yet kind feeling.

Wearing leather armor and carrying a sword on his back.

The necklace on the chest is a wolf head.

John looked at the other person, and the man looked at him.

After a while, the man spoke with some appreciation: "You are very vigilant. Being able to kill the flying lion alone proves your ability. Where did you come from, kid."

There was no hostility on his body. John lowered his sword to his side and said calmly: "Redania."

"That's quite a distance," the other party stared at John's sword, "Are you a demon hunter?"

Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "With black hair, a witcher's silver sword, and no amulet... you are a black witcher, Yadani."

Based on John's characteristics, he guessed that John was the famous black demon hunter.

But it seemed that his posture was not to bring bad luck to John. On the contrary, he pondered for a while and said: "I feel an unusual aura from your body, but we can talk somewhere else, kid."

He extended an invitation to John, "My name is Vesemir, and I am going to the place where I will spend the winter. Do you want to go with me?"

John put away his silver sword and looked up at the coming heavy snow. He nodded, "There is no other choice."

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Chapter 403 I entered the castle

Vesemir has a very high skill in dismembering materials, and is even more crisp and clean than John, the alchemist.

A flying lion, with the cooperation of two people, was packed directly before the arrival of the wind and snow.

"What did you and the wizard buy?" Vesemir watched with interest as John stuffed the flying lion's teeth and feathers into the small bag.

Even an ordinary person can tell the clues from the overstuffed small handbag.

The extra lion head and paws were carried away by Polo.

Even so, the flying lion still has a body there.

"It's so big. To be honest, this flying lion is difficult to kill." With John's consent, Vesemir collected some of the flying lion's blood.

“We didn’t have this guy last year.”

Vesemir led the way forward, and John followed with Polo in hand.

They moved along the river bed, crossed another gully, and embarked on a mountain-circling road.

From where John stood, he could see the ruined castle huddled between stone walls.

It had been through a war and was badly damaged.

Only the scaffolding defensive walls, the remaining towers and gates, and the heavy and thick cylindrical main tower remained.

John said thoughtfully: "It seems that the situation of the witcher is not that good."

With nostalgia in his eyes, Vesemir walked forward and said, "We don't welcome everyone."

John shrugged, naturally the man he was looking at was a witcher.

On Jovonovich's historical walls, John could predict the situation of the witcher.

And the appearance of Vesemir made John more certain that Jovonovich was different from the people here.

He had never seen his uncles wearing that kind of amulet, and their eyes were of normal color.

If John wants to figure out what's going on with the witcher, he needs to find a witcher.

The silver sword in his hand intentionally guided him to meet the demon hunter, so he followed the silver sword's guidance.

Snow had covered their ankles as they walked into the castle.

Parking Polo in the stable at the door, John unloaded the things on top.

Vesemir looked at John's movements and suddenly said: "Nice bearskin."

"It's a pity that the workmanship is poor."

John shrugged, "Only half done, they didn't welcome me."

"That's right." Vesemir said.

"This way Yadani."

As the living master of the witchers, Vesemir treats John well.

He led John into the castle.

Walk through the dim corridor and open the oak door of the hall.

It's deserted here because the witcher hasn't returned yet.

"Witchers usually come back in winter, so we won't be disturbed here."

Vesemir said: "Let me take you to find a room first."

John put the lion's head on the table casually, and he walked to the tree with many badges hanging on it and stopped.

Vesemir came to him, "These are the last thoughts that those who have left can give us."

There are many emblems on the tree, and the witchers are not popular.

Rather than dying in the hands of monsters, there is also death in the hands of humans.

Not human, not monster.

Being caught in the middle is the most uncomfortable thing.

"You haven't thought about changing?" John asked.

Vesemir glanced at him, shook his head and said, "The witcher remains neutral, child."

"But don't you know very well what you get in exchange for neutrality?"

John scanned the hall, and there were still traces of the war on the walls.

"Is this why you destroyed the wall of Balvi?" Vesemir obviously knew this demon hunter and knew more about his deeds.

John said casually: "It's their choice, I'm not going to protect people who stone me."

The young witcher had a surprisingly clear mind, and Vesemir felt that it would take some effort to teach this child well.

"Your swordsmanship is very good, but it's not the way a witcher fights." Vesemir came to the side, threw the firewood into the stove, raised his hand and lit it with a burst of heat.

He had a fight with John, and even though it was brief, he could still see John's unique fighting style.

The fighting method of the witcher relies on weapons and physique, as well as those sigils that are looked down upon by wizards.

John pulled out his wand, not looking like a witcher at all.

"Actually, not long ago, I didn't know that I was a witcher." John put his wand on a pot.

The pot without a drop of water was filled with water, and Vesemir, who turned around to dig some snow to cook, was stunned.

"Clear spring is like water, a very common mantra."

John smiled, looked to the other side and said, "The room is over there, I'll choose a room."

Vesemir motioned for him to do so.

Going to choose a room, John looked at the stone rooms that were in disrepair. They might collapse and bury people in the next second.

Finally, John chose a better one. Two mice were crawling under the bed, and he scared them away.

He tapped the bed with his wand, and the dust flew out of the window in a ball.

"Magic is very convenient, but relying too much on magic will make your swordsmanship deteriorate." Vesemir said, leaning against the door.

He glanced at John's silver sword and smiled kindly: "I still have time before more people come back."

"Then please enlighten me."

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John and Vesemir came outside the castle.

The snow falling at this time had little impact on the two demon hunters.