I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Malfoy was a little curious about what John was doing recently, and he often didn't see John there.

"To do something simple," John said casually, "I need to repair Neville's weapon."

After the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, Neville finally awakened his sword master talent.

Marvolo's sword was damaged in that battle, and John prepared to forge a new weapon for him.

Malfoy had never thought about using a sword like John, but if he did that, he would not be strengthened, but would be weakened.

Had to give up the John style attack.

After finishing breakfast, John returned to the Star Club.

Glancing at the closed doorkeeper's office, John said to himself: "You really have carried out the Fool's plan to the end."

He walked into the Star Club and opened the weapons arsenal.

The weapons arsenal beneath the round table is a huge workshop.

John made a lot of equipment here and took out the broken Sword of Marvolo.

Although this imitation is considered to be sophisticated, it is still a few grades behind the real Sword of Gryffindor.

Thinking of the runes on his sword, John had a new idea.

Flames ignited in the weapons arsenal, and a red iron embryo gradually took shape under the beating.

John reached out and picked up the red-hot sword embryo. Under his skin, the temperature was only slightly warm.

"I give you the ability to cut off magic and coat you with a mithril shell."

"I give you the magic to summon fire, and merge it with the teeth of the fire dragon for you."

"I give you the faith to protect you, and I wrap you in the heart of oak."

Following John's ancient whisper, the sword embryo was wrapped in mithril and turned into a silver sword.

Strange patterns appeared on it, like a kind of incomprehensible writing.

Seeing this, John took out a box filled with powder from his small bag.

The powder inside flew onto the sword, causing the bright silver sword to gradually dim.

A black gold texture is transmitted from the sword.

This is a new type of material that has a similar effect to magic loop.

It was only through the ability of the magic stone to change matter that it was successfully produced.

The last step is completed.

The black-gold sword was quietly placed on the table, and the three marks on the sword radiated light.

John reached out and picked it up, feeling a heavy feeling on the sword.

After waving twice, John nodded with satisfaction.

The next step is to give it to Neville.

He was about to stuff it into his small bag, but John thought of something and stopped immediately.

"I almost forgot, this thing has the ability to cut off magic."

If you put it in a small bag, I'm afraid the bag will be punctured.

John made a scabbard for the sword out of cherry wood.

After stuffing it in, John walked out of the weapons arsenal with his sword in hand.

"Similar to the blessing method of a true name," John touched his chin thoughtfully, "This method can imprint abilities on weapons."

The premise is that you have enough knowledge of that magic, for example, John branded the sword with a fire spell, that's it.

…

Wait until noon.

John saw Malfoy sitting opposite him, gloating.

"You'd never guess, Gryffindor's test is so exciting."

It was definitely not a good thing to see Malfoy's expression. John didn't say anything, and he just started talking to himself.

"Their goalie changed, it was the guy on that train, McLaggen."

"Who?" John said unexpectedly, "Ron lost the election?"

"You didn't see that guy's face," Malfoy chuckled, "McLaggen saved five goals, Ron Weasley saved five goals, they played an extra game, and the guy's hands were nervous. Shake, a goal was scored."

Nervousness and lack of confidence have always been Ron's problems, which was evident last semester.

I just didn't expect that McLaggen, the guy who would bet on foxes, had similar skills to Ron.

In addition, he has a kind of mysterious confidence, and he defeated Ron in the selection that was watched by many people.

but……

How did Malfoy know so clearly?

John glanced at Malfoy and said with a half-smile, "Have you gone to see it?"

"No!" Malfoy immediately denied it, but couldn't stand John's see-through eyes and said unnaturally, "I'm just trying to find out information."

Sure enough, Potter and Malfoy are true love.

He pursed his lips and motioned for John to look over.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron was comforted by Harry.

Hermione looked guilty.

"What else happened?" One look at Hermione's look, and John knew it was not that simple.

Malfoy thought for a moment, clapped his hands and said, "I heard Blaise said that she seemed to have bumped into Granger accidentally. What was she saying at that time?"

Blaise?

John remembered what Blaise said about pursuing Ginny, and in fact he did so during this time.

If you give Ginny a gift, you can see it in the trash can. If you give Ginny flowers, you can also see it in the trash can.

Anyway, Ginny is indifferent.

Instead, he had a fight with Dean Thomas.

Forgot to mention, Dean is Ginny's current boyfriend.

Two people are in love.

Regarding pursuing a person who has a boyfriend, Brace said sternly: "There is no first come, first served love. The person who is not loved is the third party."

Maybe that's the secret of his mother's seven-time widowhood.

This time, I also went to watch the selection to woo Ginny and became the only Slytherin in the audience.

Why is it the only one?

Because Malfoy didn't know where the cat was.

John doesn't know.

Hermione was about to use the Confusion Curse, but was bumped by Blaise, interrupting the spell and allowing McLaggen to win.

John didn't know this, he squinted his eyes, but he was thinking about another thing in his mind.

"After Harry lost his identity as the savior, it seemed that the people around him were not so lucky."

…

There will be a Slytherin selection in the afternoon, which is not as lively as Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor selection in the morning was very lively. Houses other than Gryffindor went to watch, and there were even people from other houses who wanted to participate in the selection.

Compared to the 'righteous' Gryffindor, the 'evil' Slytherin is very deserted.

There were many people participating in the selection, and Malfoy was standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.

He put his hands on his hips and looked very confident.

Goyle and Crabbe were nearby, lecturing students who wanted to participate.

"Listen up, we are Slytherin, we don't want trash, we just want elites." As soon as he spoke, Malfoy was full of hatred.

"What do you mean, you're calling me rubbish!" a seventh-grade Slytherin student said in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you," Malfoy said innocently, waving his hands repeatedly, "I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish."

At that moment, all Slytherin's fists hardened.

It really deserves a beating.

"Slytherin has only one goal, and that is to be the champion. Other than this, any ranking would be an insult to us. Do you hear me clearly?"

Malfoy said solemnly: "We believe in the supremacy of strength. Only those with enough strength can stand on this green field. There is no need for timid cowards."

Among the people being lectured by him, a familiar figure mingled among them.

But Malfoy didn't seem to notice this and continued talking.

After he finished his lecture, Slytherin's selection officially began.

…

Chapter 439 Slytherin’s Chaser

John didn't go to watch, he was in the principal's office.

He put a teaspoon of dried blackroot powder into the crucible and stirred it. The fishy smell filled the room.

"Blackroot has a protective effect against black magic when consumed."

Slughorn put his hands on both sides of the belly of the big belly, and the buttons on his waistcoat were about to fly out due to the big belly.

He praised: "It's a wise choice, but we have no way of knowing whether the blood curse can also be resisted."

"This is not a potion against the Bloodborne Curse," John shook his head and said, "This is to prevent other magical effects from being caused when clearing the Bloodborne Curse."

"Your vigilance is admirable," said Slughorn.

"Maybe we could add some rose thorns."

Slughorn, as the Potions Master, offered his opinion.

This is why John sought out Slughorn for research.

On the one hand, he can establish a friendship with Slughorn, and on the other hand, he can complete research with the help of the bright brain who has taught at Hogwarts for decades.

As the headmaster, Slughorn had no complaints about being invited to do experiments on Saturday.

Because John sent him a new luxury ice cream set, the pineapple flavored ice cream in it was very popular with him.

Slughorn had a good relationship with the former Principal Black, and the two Slytherin principals could often be seen chatting and laughing. Often at this time, the other principals would snort from their noses.

John saw a complete set of Lockhart series on Slughorn's bookshelf.

"While he was at school, this Ravenclaw child always had some outrageous ideas to attract people's attention," Slughorn said. "But after he went out, he seemed to have become a brave wizard."

Slughorn said regretfully, "I failed to discover his potential ability at the time."

Well, because he doesn't have the ability.

John's face was expressionless, and Lockhart played so well that Slughorn once felt that he was seeing people wrongly.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with the Lockhart he knew.

After all, even John couldn't figure out how Lockhart ended up at Hogwarts.

In addition to the Oblivion Charm, Lockhart's two simple lock-picking charms may cause problems.

Slughorn's vicious and cunning eyes were as accurate as a scanner.

Today's experiment is over and John is ready to leave.

Slughorn wanted to invite John to the Slug Club dinner, but John declined because he had to sift through the rest of the material.