I wield a sword at Hogwarts

John thought for a moment and said, "It should be fine."

Malfoy thought this answer was really perfunctory and asked: "What about Umbridge?"

"It should be no big deal."

Malfoy fell silent at this answer.

Only three little ones remembered the last person bitten. They suddenly felt a little happy and could see Umbridge turning into a dog.

Daphne asked strangely: "Why did Professor Hagrid take Tom away?"

"He probably thought Tom would be punished." John shrugged.

There had been the incident with Buckbeak, and Hagrid was afraid that Tom would be punished like that time.

It’s just that he doesn’t know that punishment is also divided among people.

If nothing else, just say that with an entire Slytherin standing behind John, no one would bother a cute puppy.

After the astronomy exam, there is still a history of magic exam that is a required course.

John also needed to take the elective Muggle Studies and Arithmancy exams.

After the Arithmancy exam, tomorrow is the last day of the History of Magic exam.

night.

John was standing in the hallway. It was curfew time.

Mrs. Norris gracefully walked to John's feet with a catwalk and rubbed her neck against John's trouser leg.

He leaned down and picked up the much larger Mrs. Norris.

"You're here, where's Filch?"

He didn't see Filch appear, it seemed he wasn't here.

He took out the brush from the small bag and brushed Mrs. Norris's hair.

Squinting her eyes comfortably, Mrs. Norris purred, very comfortable.

Due to being bitten by Tom, Umbridge was admitted to the school hospital.

Even Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but ask Professor McGonagall what she was bitten by.

The wound didn't look like a dog's tooth, even the flesh was almost torn off.

Those who didn't know thought that some large carnivore had attacked her.

What was even more troublesome was that the blood in that leg never stopped.

After the gauze is wrapped, it will soon soak through the gauze and flow out.

The school hospital was in such a hurry that more than a dozen kinds of medicines were used.

Umbridge seemed to be petrified. Although her consciousness was still there, she could not move.

Professor McGonagall had already done her best by sending the person there, and she didn't know what happened.

After finally saving Umbridge's life, how long the inability to move will last depends on when an antidote will be available.

Madam Pomfrey had no choice but to deal with this petrification phenomenon. She had a general idea.

Well, like that time with the basilisk.

Unfortunately, Mandrake has to wait a while to become available.

This would be something worth celebrating, if it weren't for the exams.

John made a hair ball from the hair combed off Mrs. Norris's body, threw the ball to Mrs. Norris, and walked out of the castle.

Stepping on the grass, sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stopped and looked up.

The Whomping Willow swayed at night, and the passage below seemed like an entrance to another world.

John walked inside.

The Whomping Willow was immobilized by him, walked to the passage, and moved along the passage.

He arrives at the Shrieking Shack.

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Chapter 354 The Screaming Shack and the Mysterious Shadow

The Shrieking Shack was dark.

The terrifying and ferocious wallpaper all tells that there once was a werewolf.

John walked through the shed and came to the room where the boggart had been found.

After the cabinets were removed, there was a gap here.

He did not go in, but stood outside.

Turning towards another room, he was sure that someone had entered the Shrieking Shack.

The dust on the ground became thinner.

When he walked to a door, the moonlight just fell into the room. Through the shadows on the ground, John could confirm that there was someone inside.

There was a door, but he didn't push it open.

"Tell me, what should I do?" He asked his doubts.

The moonlight was obscured by clouds and the shadow disappeared.

John stared down at the crack in the door.

Suddenly, a piece of paper came out from underneath.

John picked it up and looked at it.

"Live to die."

He looked at the writing and then at the door, but still didn't open it.

He turned and went downstairs.

My eye is drawn to a box.

He walked over and picked up the box, then looked back deeply.

There seemed to be a figure there, blurry and unable to see his face.

Walking out of the Shrieking Shack, he had a box in his hand.

Through the passage you came from, there is a raised stone under the Whomping Willow.

Take the stone away. Inside is a water bile bottle no bigger than your thumb.

The blood inside emits a bright red light under the moonlight.

…

The stars in the Star Club are as beautiful as outside.

From the establishment of the Star Club to the present day, this super large alchemy machine has never stopped moving.

Starlight shines on the round table under the dome.

The round table splits to reveal the weapons cache below.

The boiling cauldron seems to never stop, and the rising smoke jumps back and forth repeatedly.

John walked down the stairs to the cauldron.

The liquid in the pot was always tumbling, as if the last thing was missing.

John slit his wrist and blood dripped into the crucible.

Boiling liquids cool down quickly.

His other hand opened and a surge of magic was poured into it.

The liquid in the crucible separated on both sides and turned into two red dragons spinning inside.

The red dragon pulled out a vortex, and as the liquid rotated, the white smoke emerged again.

This time, John took out his wand.

The wand acts like an exhaust fan, absorbing all the white smoke that comes out.

The red oak wand became illusory, and John's right hand was covered in silver.

He raised his wand high, and the stars in the dome burst into light.

The light from the stars converged into a brilliant beam of light and fell down.

The magic crystal created by absorbing magic power every day releases its power at this moment, creating magic power that is a hundred times more powerful than the last time.

Slight cracks appeared on the illusory wand, and John was hit by a huge force, his pale face turning rosy.

His Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the blood that was about to come out.

Under the pressure of huge magic power, his body was almost enveloped.

A low growl escaped his throat, and John took hold of his wand.

"The stars change."

The wand was visibly bent, like a piece of bamboo being bent.

Just moving is a long struggle.

The red dragon in the crucible showed signs of spreading out.

John also became anxious.

His breathing became rapid, and with his efforts, the huge magic light beam moved towards the crucible.

The wand firmly absorbs the huge magic power and bends to a shocking degree.

Finally, magic touched the crucible.

The red dragon inside was shocked by the magic power and roared as if it came to life.

John almost collapsed. As soon as he let go of his hand, the wand flew out and plunged straight into the wall of the armory.

But John couldn't relax yet, he forced himself to stand up.

He held up the crown with both hands, and in the brilliant rainbow-like starlight, a gorgeous crown condensed in his hands.

He stared at the crown and placed it on his head.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But secretly, he felt that there was something more in him.

That is wisdom.

Those who seek will not get what they ask for.

Those who give it up already have it.

At that moment, John looked at the crucible, and his movements were just right.

Silver-covered fingers poked the red dragon's body.

As if popping a balloon, the red dragon exploded.

He reached into his pocket and opened the bottle containing the powder.

The fiery red powder fell into it, and the restless liquid became calm.

"The last thing is a bit of mysterious substance from the magician."

John chanted the incantation like a hymn.

That mysterious substance is called emotion.

The point condensed in between is finer than a particle of dust.