I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Turning the slender and long quill in his hand, John stroked the feather lightly with his fingers, and said lightly: "Interesting props."

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

"Hogwarts has no precedent for punishing students with the Dark Arts."

With slender fingers holding the pen holder and turning it, John looked at Umbridge jokingly and said, "You said that if the Ministry of Magic knew about it, what would happen if you used black magic to punish students outside?"

Umbridge giggled, and said in a coquettish voice, "I just teach the disobedient students some serious lessons."

"Why don't I give you a chance." John put the pen on the table and pushed it towards Umbridge, saying meaningfully: "Scribe, otherwise I don't mind if the Ministry of Magic withdraws your position."

Umbridge laughed, looking at John like a spoiled child, and pushed the pen back.

"Son, the outside world is not Hogwarts."

"is it?"

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

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Millison Borst."

"Theodore Knott."

"Daphne Greengrass."

"..."

Umbridge was absent-minded at first as the names of the Slytherins were read.

But gradually, her smile couldn't be maintained anymore.

John's fingers were crossed against his chin, and those deep eyes made people feel invisible pressure.

"I don't understand the meaning of what you said?" Umbridge coughed twice, and forced a calm smile.

"Don't understand?" John smiled heavily, and jokingly said, "What do you don't understand behind the surnames of these people?"

"Some of them are descendants of Hogwarts board members, sons of high-ranking officials, nephews of celebrities, daughters of wealthy businessmen..."

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

Umbridge had already begun to lose her smile and her face was ugly. She wanted to save face and said softly, "It's them, not you."

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

"boom!"

The not-so-strong wooden door was knocked open by two big men.

Malfoy walked up to stand behind John under Umbridge's surprised gaze, walking with disbelief.

Followed by Daphne, Pansy, Theodore...

The green of Slytherin occupies the office, they are silent, the condensed power is like glass, and the light shines on it, refracting the glare that makes the eyes swell.

The pink kitty plate on the wall was blocked by the students, and John was swarmed by the crowd.

"You, you!" Umbridge snapped.

The only response to her was the pair of unruly, vicious, and fanatical eyes.

John got up and straightened his wrinkled sleeves, "We are Slytherins, calculating and supremacy."

"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..."

The corner of John's mouth raised, and he pushed the quill forward again.

Facing the fanatical eyes of the Slytherin students, there was an undeniable magic in his voice, "It will make you stand up."

Umbridge sank back into his chair, his chest heaving violently.

She wanted, wanted to expel the Muggle-born student.

But she... dare not.

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

They won.

No one can ask their king to apologise.

They are united and covered with spikes.

Stupid rumors can't hurt them, they grow up in gossip.

The weak seek shelter from the strong.

And Slytherin...

He was originally a strong man.

Either turn a blind eye and close one eye, and let the Slytherin matter go.

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

John gave Umbridge the choice.

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

Ambitious, shrewd, honorable.

Victory goes to Slytherin.

No one can shake it.

...

No one but Slytherin can re-enact this operation.

Because they are not united enough.

The brave lion, the lonely eagle, and the indisputable badger.

None of them can.

The weak are in the majority, they are weak.

A brave lion can't stand a little gossip.

John came out from Umbridge, and Ron, who was a little gloating, was dumbfounded.

Harry rubbed the backs of his hands, wondering why John seemed to be fine.

"You should know that it wasn't John who informed you," Hermione said with a sigh of relief, "If it was him, why would he be called over by Umbridge?"

Ron felt that Umbridge was partial to Slytherin.

He didn't know what happened, he just felt that Umbridge was from Slytherin, which was too biased.

Angelina did her best to keep the Quidditch reorganization unaffected.

Malfoy was proudly telling John how he knocked open the door.

John glanced at him and said, "How did I see that it was Goyle and Crabbe who broke apart."

"Ahem, that's the kick you didn't see me kick, the contribution is the greatest."

John had a hard time believing this nonsense.

He put his right hand on the table, tapping his fingers on the table.

The most powerful strength of students is unity. It is a pity that other colleges have never thought about this issue.

They turned to the professor for help and wanted Dumbledore to come forward, but they didn't know that as long as they were united, even if Umbridge was the Minister of Magic, he would not dare to expel all the students at once.

A student is not only a student, but also someone's son or someone's daughter.

Those family connections behind them are their strength.

Umbridge wouldn't be so scary if he knew about it.

"Keep this momentum going, and Dumbledore's complaints will soon fill a box."

Smiling, John saw Malfoy being called away by Montague.

Probably something to prepare for Quidditch.

Last term's Quidditch competition had been squeezed out by the Triwizard Tournament, and now that Montague was nearing graduation, he needed to keep himself from being the worst Quidditch captain in Slytherin for the next ten years.

The winning streak that Slytherin maintained would be broken if it could not be in his hands.

"There seems to be something wrong with Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang's relationship." Pansy and Daphne were gossiping.

"Cho Chang felt left out when he was too busy as student council president," Pansy said.

Hearing this, John thought to himself that it was no wonder that Qiu Zhang would appear in the Pig's Head Bar, so it was because of such a thing.

As for whether the two will break up, it has become a point of discussion among the majority of Hogwarts girls.

Cedric wasn't as stern as Percy, he was the president of the student body, gentle and funny, and he was the first place in the Triwizard Tournament.

He looks handsome and speaks nicely.

Who doesn't like such a person, it can be said that most of the girls in the school are waiting for them to break up and then come to a seamless position.

Pan Xi, the biggest eater, secretly bet that they wouldn't last this Christmas.

John also asked about this matter in the Star Club, and Cedric smiled bitterly: "You know, I may be busy because of some things."

Cedric said: "But Qiu just feels bored by herself, and she needs some friends."

"It's good to let them stay together, and it can improve their grades, isn't it?" Cedric was very open, and didn't think there was anything wrong with Qiu going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts special training class.

He and John had the same idea, it would be good to let Qiu stay there to learn some self-defense techniques.

As for the Qunxing Club, he never thought about letting Qiu Zhang come over.

Because he knows what he and others are doing, that kind of thing is too dangerous.

"Your business..." Cedric asked John hesitantly.

John nodded and said calmly: "I'm in the process of preparing, and I won't take any risks until I'm sure."

Cedric breathed a sigh of relief, he is now the oldest member of the Star Club in the school.

He also has the most contact with some things, so he naturally knows the degree of danger of John's matter.

After the conversation, Cedric had to get back to dealing with the student union.

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