I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Malfoy had a look of despair on his face, as his good date was just gone.

What was even more annoying was that they saw Blaise being kicked out of Mrs. Puddifu's teahouse.

He had just tried to invite Ginny to another table in front of Dean.

This approach directly made him an unwelcome guest.

John was speechless and didn't know what to say to Brace.

As a Slytherin, Blaise has a rich mother and outstanding achievements.

As a result, he hit his head on a tree and was bleeding, and his attacks became more fierce every time.

Even Malfoy felt that Blaise was more exaggerated than him.

"You're in good spirits, Blaise." Walking forward, both of them patted the young man's shoulders sympathetically.

…

John went to the Pig Head Tavern alone, where he met Tang Mi.

"I don't know what you are doing with this thing?" Tang Mi handed a black box to John.

He looked a little worried and said, "There is strong malice and curse in it."

"Don't worry, it's not used against anyone." John waved his hand and opened the box.

It was a gorgeous opal necklace.

Once on display in Boginbock's shop, it is now a piece in John's warehouse.

Tang Mi was asked to bring the things over because he wanted to decorate the nine gates of Qunxing Society.

"To entertain the Dark Lord, there must be some exciting projects." John chuckled, "Since you want to pursue excitement, then follow through to the end."

Tang Mi didn't know what to say, so John stood up and prepared to leave.

Tang Mi stopped him and said, "Sir, you don't want to pay the bill?"

"If you'd like to make up the difference on those candies, I'd be happy to pay."

John's voice came slowly, and Tang Mi's face darkened.

Do things for your boss and end up paying for them yourself.

Isn't it just that I bought the most expensive candy with the price of materials, right?

…

Return to the castle.

John thought that Brace would restrain himself, but he still underestimated the opponent's perseverance.

"Has he already written his fifth love letter?"

Looking at Brace's endless creative ideas, John considered whether to let him join the ranks of great book writers.

"He sent it to Ginny Weasley in the morning, sent it to him at noon, and was writing it in the afternoon."

Three love letters a day, John asked Goyle and Crabbe to hold Blaise down.

He wanted to check whether he had been poisoned by a love drug.

Which brand of love potion can last so long?

Unfortunately, the results of the inspection were still negative.

"Brace, sometimes you need to keep your distance even if you like it."

John seriously warned Blaise that if he continued, Percy might come and kill him.

He spoke, and Blaise knew to restrain himself, but he was still reluctant to leave Ginny.

It's Monday.

The war between Snape and Sirius continues.

Even Slughorn was alarmed.

He found two people and hoped that the feud between them would not be too embarrassing.

At least the reason for deducting 5 points just because Malfoy scored first with his left foot is too far-fetched.

If not stopped, Slughorn felt that they would deduct all the points from both houses.

After this conversation, the two people finally restrained themselves.

The smell of gunpowder was still strong.

Sometimes it goes beyond verbal sarcasm.

When two people meet, they will make people nervous, as if they will pull out the magic wand at any time.

Such sights have almost become a feature.

Malfoy was busy training with the Quidditch team. John looked at the training table, which was almost double the number from the previous year.

He took out his quill and reduced the training time on it by one-third, so that the team members could get some breathing space.

Regarding the matter of improving the class, John still went to the Care of Magical Creatures class without hesitation.

Now Grawp can even solve the problem of one plus one equals two. His progress is so fast that even Hagrid is shocked.

This is inseparable from John's use of psychic magic to communicate, which is the most direct and easiest way to understand.

At the same time, John was not idle. As the weather gradually became colder, he took apart the opal necklace.

This necklace once took away the lives of nineteen Muggles.

It is an out-and-out black magic prop.

That's why Tang Mi was worried when he sent it.

This thing looks like it was prepared to murder someone.

After John took it apart, he placed the opal necklace into one of the nine doors.

These nine doors are the same as those of the Star Club, requiring badges to enter.

It uses the traveling technology that John learned in another world, the Monolith.

However, this shape is different from the monolith.

Nor can he achieve the ability to travel through the world.

What can be done is similar to a door key, which can travel to different places.

Just as John was finishing everything, he went out and ran into Harry.

"Good evening, John." Dumbledore opened the door and greeted John.

Harry tensed and John glanced at them.

Through the open door, he saw a pensieve inside.

Dumbledore devoted all his energy to raising Harry.

…

Chapter 443 The professor got into a fight

John's life was erratic.

Sometimes he would appear in the Forbidden Forest, and sometimes he would appear in a certain class.

Principal's office.

Slughorn poured tea into the milky white bone china tea cup, and the dense steam floated up.

"The perfect potion." He placed the tea next to the crucible and boasted, "I dare say no one has thought of such a bold idea before."

"The Master of Practical Potions will be happy to publish this result," Slughorn said. "This 'universal potion.'"

He gave John ideas and was willing to pay a favor to be featured in Practical Potions Master magazine.

In his opinion, young people can never resist the temptation of becoming famous.

Unfortunately, John is not an ordinary young man.

"No, professor, this thing is not perfect yet." John used a small reagent bottle to put a portion of the medicine in the crucible.

He shook it to see if there were any layers in the green potion.

This is an important factor in judging whether the agents blend well together.

"Why?" Slughorn wondered, "You just invented a 'universal potion' that can stop bleeding, detoxify, enhance, and break curses. You should let everyone know about it."

Slughorn watched with his own eyes how this thing was born.

Also knowing how amazing the talent of the boy in front of him was, Slughorn wanted to get this 'collection' more and more.

But John's lack of food and salt made Slughorn even more uncomfortable like a cat scratching him.

He could swear that if he missed this child, he would regret it until he entered his grave.

John thought for a while and replied with a chuckle: "Because this thing is just a derivative. For me, finding a way to break the blood curse is the most important thing."

Putting the cap on the reagent bottle, John looked at Slughorn and said, "Before reaching the end, the scenery along the way is just embellishment."

Slughorn held the teacup and looked at John blankly.

At this moment, he seemed to understand that there would always be some regrets in life.

People who only have the end in their eyes will not become someone else's 'collection'.

"Well, I can't convince you," Slughorn was convinced by John, "but you have to give this thing a name."

"Just call it Jade Potion."

John poured the remaining potion into the bottle and filled it. The color inside was like emerald.

"Although glass is bright, jade is stronger." John filled the potion and left a meaningful sentence, "Besides, I like that green color."

"I'm having a party before Christmas," Slughorn called to John, "and I want to invite you."

"As a student?" John asked.

Slughorn put his hands down, engaged in a fierce mental struggle, and finally compromised: "A friend, a pen pal, please, John."

"I will go," John bowed respectfully and chuckled, "I will prepare a bottle of oak-aged mead. I hope you will like it, Professor."

"I'll be looking forward to it," Slughorn said with a bulging belly as he watched John leave.

Genius always makes it difficult to maintain principles.

Even becoming the headmaster couldn't change Slughorn's attraction.

…

Snape's fight with Sirius was not over.

Finally it broke out.

That morning, Slytherin, who had just finished the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class, was successfully deducted 10 points.

It looked like Sirius was showing mercy.

Snape responded by putting Harry in solitary confinement because he contradicted the teacher in class.

This pissed off Sirius.

"Snotlout!" Sirius pushed open Snape's office door and pointed at Snape's nose and warned, "You'd better take back Harry's confinement!"

Snape calmly arranged the materials on his medicine shelf, and Sirius watched him finish with a sullen face.

Coming down from the ladder, Snape said angrily: "I'm sorry, I don't think such a thing has anything to do with you."

"After all, this matter belongs to the Dean's decision-making, and you..." Snape glanced at Sirius with a sneer, "You are not the Dean of Gryffindor."

In one sentence, Sirius's identity was directly suppressed.

"I'm warning you!" Sirius said angrily with fire in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You want Harry to miss the Quidditch match!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Snape said in a strange tone, "Or do you think Potter can change anything?"