I wield a sword at Hogwarts

As it fell into the crucible, the magic cooking liquid evaporated instantly.

The bright magic pillar suddenly stopped.

The crucible, which lost its pressure and was stable, broke free and flew out.

After landing, a huge plume of smoke came out of the crucible and enveloped the Star Club.

It wasn't hot, but something moist and cool like mist.

John couldn't see through this kind of thing. He moved forward in the whiteness and saw the crucible which was still intact.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound was heard, and under John's witness, the crucible began to break in half and fell down in half.

The fallen crucible hit the ground, and the impact caused both halves of the crucible to break into countless pieces at the same time.

"Well, it's incomplete." John muttered, walking to the crucible with hope and expectation.

He could hear his heart beating hard.

The physical discomfort seemed to be getting better at this moment.

Finally, this not-so-long distance was completed.

With an anxious mood, he carefully picked up the pieces.

Just like digging for gold in a dangerous mining area, he was careful every time he made a move.

Finally, when he picked up a triangular fragment, he saw the blood underneath.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the blood became translucent and clear after the starlight shone in.

John picked it up, and the moment he really touched it, he realized that this was not a dream.

"Successful."

Even with the prediction, John couldn't help laughing.

He staggered up, his body covered with dust and mess.

The weapons arsenal is also somewhat unrecognizable.

He held the object tightly in his hand and held it high.

Looking around, he smiled bitterly.

"Thankfully there's magic."

He took off the crown from his head, and it turned into starlight and disappeared in his hands.

After some searching, he found his wand.

The red oak wand was embedded in the wall, and it took John a lot of effort to pull it out.

Fortunately, the wand itself is hard and strong, otherwise John would have to find a new wand.

Walking out of the weapons warehouse, he found that the fog seemed to have taken root in the Star Club.

"Okay, it can be used as a weather for the Star Club." John raised his wand, and the mist floated up toward the dome.

The dome that was originally bright with stars now had something like clouds.

When the fog disappeared, John felt that his body was not so tired.

Perhaps this is the mood that brings physical and mental happiness.

John even considered taking a bath in the prefect's bathroom.

After all, it's a bit buried now.

Just as he was told, he headed to the prefect's bathroom.

Beautifully let myself take a bath.

But when he looked down, he saw dense black blood vessels on his body.

He looked up to the other side again.

There is a mirror there.

"It turns out it was just an illusion." He said when he saw himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, the black veins on his neck had extended to his cheeks.

He rubbed his brows, his throat felt itchy, and he coughed.

Black blood soaked the ground, and he spit out black blood.

On that pale face, the black lines became more obvious.

It made him look absolutely hideous and terrifying.

After cleaning away the black blood, he heard movement coming from the pool water.

Looking back, he saw Myrtle.

"John?" Myrtle, who used to be greedy for men, now stared blankly at John and the black blood.

She was stunned for a moment, then flew over and said, "Are you going to die? Then can you become a ghost when you die?"

John looked at Myrtle, who didn't seem sad, and couldn't help but choked up.

Even if you don't comfort me, you still curse me.

…

There is a subject at Hogwarts that both wizards and Muggles can learn.

It's just that both of them have one thing in common, that is, it is extremely painful to learn.

Malfoy understands this very well.

He still doesn't understand why he wants to remember the goblin rebellion in the eighteenth century.

However, under the examination, all living beings are equal.

March class proctored the exam and they came to the auditorium again.

"John, you didn't sleep well last night?" Malfoy saw John's face and couldn't help but teased: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to remember? I understand this too."

"By the way, aren't you hot? Your collar is so high?"

John rolled his eyes at him and said sarcastically: "You'd better think clearly about where the goblin rebellion was launched in the eighteenth century."

After being told this, Malfoy tried to think about it, but sadly found that he couldn't remember it.

"It's over."

He whined desperately, and John laughed, then coughed.

The cough is a bit severe.

Malfoy frowned and was about to ask when he heard the candidates entering.

…

Chapter 355 Unexpected Situations and Dreams in the Examination Room

Today is the last day. The exam is no longer in the morning, but in the afternoon.

After this exam is completed, everyone will be liberated.

Exam results will be delivered to each candidate via owl in July.

John walked into the examination room, still in the same position, staring at the back of Goyle's head.

Marchban turned the hourglass over, which meant the beginning of the exam.

Turning the paper over, the tip of the pen rustled on the parchment.

Everyone wants to finish the exam as soon as possible so that they can have a good sleep.

The sultry summer heat combined with the dizzying question caused sweat to drip from the tip of a student's nose.

He hurriedly wiped away the sweat.

John took his time answering the questions.

He glanced around with nostalgia, and he could see Goyle scratching his head, unable to think of an answer.

Malfoy ran his hands through his hair, as if the answer might fall from it.

Hermione carefully used a ruler to measure the gaps between words and the spacing between lines.

Harry seemed to be in a daze, maybe because the bumblebee outside kept banging his head against the glass and making noises disturbed him.

Ron was different. He had a calmness that didn't care that the correct answer would depend on fate.

John didn't know how he could see that confident, lucky, and guilty expression on Ron.

Daphne dipped the quill John gave her in ink and wrote the answer on the parchment intently.

As academics, Hermione and Daphne only had to stop and think once in a while.

But the others racked their brains and couldn't think of one, and finally decided to use Meng.

John looked at all the various forms of living things.

He started writing.

He writes more slowly, and after a few lines he makes a coughing sound.

The sound was not loud, but it caused echoes in the quiet auditorium.

Marchban turned her attention to John, and she marveled at the child more than once during the proctoring session.

"Maybe a little flu."

Even though it wasn't flu season, Marchban wouldn't think too much.

John's cough didn't affect anyone else, so she ignored it.

Time passed minute by minute, and after an hour, John stopped writing.

His eyes scanned the questions and answers.

Did wand legislation contribute to or lead to better control of the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century?

How was the Statute of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what measures were taken to prevent similar incidents from happening again?

Please state...

He looked at the answers to these questions like a piece of art.

It was written elegantly on parchment with round characters. After the ink dried, the unique beauty felt like a poem written by a poet, rather than a test paper.

Placing the pen next to the parchment, he began to think.

The rustling sound of writing actually helps you sleep.

For some people who are not strong-willed, it is very frustrating.

John closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then slowly raised his hand.

At that moment, the eyes of all the examiners on the field shifted.

The one closest to him was Professor Tofty. He turned his gaze and asked in an angry voice, "Wick, what's wrong?"

Tofty's voice stopped the answering questions, and the students looked up at John.

John answered honestly: "I feel a little uncomfortable."

"If it's just a little bit, you'd better endure it," Tofty suggested. "This exam is almost over."

He thought John would sit down obediently, but John didn't mean that.

"I think I need to go to the campus hospital, Professor."

John's answer disappointed Tofty. He felt that the student didn't even have this patience.

Even if John showed a talent that amazed him in the exam, Tofty's face darkened at this moment.

"Okay, okay, I hope you are feeling unwell and not trying to find the hidden history of magic in the school hospital. Some students once used this trick." Tofty said angrily.