I wield a sword at Hogwarts

When Malfoy saw the notice, he ripped it off and tore it up.

Everyone is not surprised.

Pansy finally stepped out of the shadow of the carriage and cast an envious look at the gift Daphne received.

She glanced at the boys in Slytherin and thought that she would also need to find a boy who could make gifts with his own hands.

But what caught her eye was the silly faces of Crabbe and Goyle, and she was so angry that she went over and kicked them both.

hall.

The special training class who were just about to have a big fight were a little panicked.

This order came too coincidental.

Ron said angrily, "Look, I'll tell you."

"What did you say!" Hermione was very angry, "It's not John!"

"Who else was it if it wasn't him?" Ron said sarcastically, "It was just him and Greengrass that day, could it be someone else?"

Hermione enchanted the paper so that when she signed it, she would react whenever she told someone.

But nothing happened to anyone in the auditorium.

When John arrived at the auditorium, he noticed the angry glances from there.

After thinking about it for a moment, he knew what was going on.

"What are you looking at, Weasley!" Malfoy shouted unceremoniously.

There was a moment of panic on Ron's face, but he soon remembered that he was a prefect.

Malfoy led people to kill him directly, and fired madly at Ron.

Ron was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, but there was no need to think about it. When it came to fists, he was no match for Malfoy.

…

Umbridge's announcement caused quite a stir in the school.

But this had no effect on Slytherin.

Umbridge even included the Quidditch team into the club.

She seemed to enjoy this feeling of being in control of everything, and Montague found John and asked about the Quidditch team.

"Just train as usual." John waved his hand casually.

Montague was relieved. Malfoy leaned on the sofa and crossed his legs and asked, "Don't you need to worry about that order?"

"Unless she wants to expel the entire Slytherin." John chuckled: "But she doesn't dare."

Malfoy grinned and said, "I really want to see the dirty faces of Potter and the others."

Slytherin is strong.

In their opinion, Umbridge is not a strong person.

And when Umbridge wanted to make Slytherin bow down through this method, she made a wrong calculation.

But John still showed up in Umbridge's office, with a fake smile on his flabby old face.

"Mr. Wick, you are obviously involved in some violations of Education Order No. 24."

Umbridge deliberately pinched her voice and squeaked, "I need to remind you what kind of punishment you will receive if you violate the education order."

John looked at Umbridge calmly.

Shooting yourself in the foot?

Umbridge had obviously heard something and wanted to find the eldest among the students to establish his authority.

Harry Potter's restless prick has been educated, and now it's John Wick's turn.

"I know you Muggle students always want to do something outrageous and eye-catching." Umbridge said hypocritically.

"I was also from Slytherin House," Umbridge said in a girlish voice with a fake smile, as if to tell a little secret, "I can give you a chance."

Umbridge thought to herself, Slytherin obeying a Mudblood's words?

Don’t those purebloods know any shame?

She pushed a slender quill in front of John with her stubby fingers, and chuckled, "I want you to write, and I can't lie."

With a certain cheerfulness, she said meaningfully, "Until these words are engraved in your heart."

She wanted to use this boy to establish her power and let Slytherin come under her control.

Being able to control Slytherin makes Umbridge feel extremely excited just thinking about it.

She is a mixed-blood, but she hates the Muggle blood of her other half, and has always claimed that she is a pure-blood.

He even hated his mother for letting him bleed Muggle blood.

Those annoying Muggle students should just stay at the bottom!

John glanced at her, and with her smile getting wider and wider, he picked up the quill casually.

…

Chapter 299 The strong and the weak

Turning the long and thin quill in his hand, John gently rubbed the feather with his fingers and said lightly: "Interesting prop."

He had no intention of writing, but stared at Umbridge's somewhat stiff face.

"There is no precedent at Hogwarts for using dark magic to punish students."

Turning the penholder between his slender fingers, John looked at Umbridge jokingly and said, "What would happen if the Ministry of Magic knew that you were using dark magic to punish students outside?"

Umbridge chuckled and said in a cooing voice: "I just want the disobedient students to learn a profound lesson."

"How about I give you a chance." John put the pen on the table and pushed it towards Umbridge, saying meaningfully: "Copy, otherwise I don't mind asking the Ministry of Magic to withdraw your position."

Umbridge smiled, looked at John like a spoiled child, and pushed the pen back.

"Kid, the outside world is not Hogwarts."

"Yeah?"

John raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair, and playfully announced a list of names: "Draco Malfoy."

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Millicent Bosted."

"Theodore Nott."

"Daphne Greengrass."

"..."

The names of the Slytherin students were read out one by one, but Umbridge was still distracted at first.

But gradually her smile could no longer be maintained.

John crossed his fingers and put them on his chin, and his deep eyes made people feel invisible pressure.

"I don't understand what you mean by that?" Umbridge coughed twice and pretended to be calm with a contrived smile.

"Don't understand?" John smiled deeply and said jokingly: "Don't you understand what the surnames of these people represent?"

"Some of them are the descendants of Hogwarts school directors, sons of high-ranking officials, nephews of celebrities, and beloved daughters of wealthy businessmen..."

Raising his eyebrows, John chuckled and said: "As long as we are willing, it is not a difficult problem for these people to jointly expel an investigator."

Umbridge could no longer hold back her smile and looked ugly. She wanted to save her face and said softly, "That's them, not you."

"Wrong," John returned to the posture of leaning on the back of the chair, his eyelids slightly raised, like a leering emperor, his voice was not loud but clearly audible, "It's us."

"boom!"

The weak wooden door was knocked open by two big men.

Malfoy walked up to stand behind John under Umbridge's surprised gaze.

Then came Daphne, Pansy, Theodore...

The green of Slytherin occupied the office, and they stared silently. The condensed power was like glass, and the light shone on it, refracting the bright light that made people's eyes swell.

The pink cat plate on the wall was blocked by students, and John was surrounded by the crowd.

"You, you!" Umbridge said sharply.

The only thing that responded to her was those pairs of eyes that were either unruly, sinister, or fanatical.

John stood up and straightened his wrinkled sleeves, "We are Slytherins, shrewd and calculating, and strength supreme."

"Weak people, look up to us, remember our strength, remember our posture.

Powerful people, fear us, remember our cohesion, remember our pride.

God’s gift will bring you to your knees, and we…”

John raised the corners of his mouth and pushed the quill forward again.

Facing the enthusiastic gazes of the Slytherin students, there was a magic in his voice that could not be denied, "It will make you stand up."

Umbridge slumped into her chair, her chest heaving violently.

She really wanted to expel this Muggle-born student.

But she... didn't dare.

Slytherin walked out of the office with his head held high.

They won.

No one could make their king apologize.

They are united and covered in spikes.

Stupid rumors cannot harm them in the slightest. They grow up on rumors.

The weak seek refuge in the strong.

And Slytherin...

He was always strong.

Either turn a blind eye and put Slytherin down.

Or wait to accept Slytherin's counterattack and lose his position.

John gave Umbridge a choice.

It is true that he can do it himself, but isn't this better?

Ambition, shrewdness, glory.

Slytherin wins.

No one can shake it.

…

No one except Slytherin could recreate this operation.

Because they are not united enough.

The brave lion, the aloof eagle, the uncontested badger.

None of them can.

The weak are in the majority and they are weak.

A brave lion cannot stand a little gossip.

John came out of Umbridge, and Ron, who was still a little gloating at first, was dumbfounded.

Harry rubbed the back of his hands, confused by how fine John looked.

"You should know that it wasn't John who snitched," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said viciously, "If it was him, how could he be called over by Umbridge."