I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Under the training of some royal wizards and lords who were recruited by the kingdom with a lot of money, those adopted children gradually embarked on different paths.

Everyone reacts differently after drinking the new potion.

There are strong and savage bears.

There are sensitive and swift cats.

A serpent of poisonous blood and shadow.

A wolf with unity and technology.

They have different characteristics, and new classifications have appeared in the following years.

This legion seems to be going strong forever, but the suspicion of the kingdom and the rejection of the subjects have destroyed the legion.

They started to leave the kingdom and wandered around.

And those who saw them would also call them demon hunters.

Some places call them witch hunters.

Essentially, they are neither wizards nor Muggles.

The side effects of that medicine caused the legion to gradually disappear.

Only a small number of people of different bloodlines are still engaged in the work of beheading magical creatures, and they will adopt some accidental children as inheritance.

Occasionally they'll make a cameo as a witch hunter, and not all wizards are friendly.

The tunnel came to an end, and John also read the history.

He was silent for a long time, and at the end was a wider place.

There were already old people and John's uncles waiting there.

The grandfather smiled gently and benevolently, "Yadani, have you seen the history?"

John looked at the front line, except for his mother, all Jovonovich's children were already here.

He took out the bottle of potion from his small bag, which was what those people drank.

Behind my grandfather is a castle, a castle built in the belly of the mountain.

"Is Jovonovich a witcher?" John said the answer.

Grandpa smiled and waved to John, beckoning him to come over.

For a moment, John felt that he had been discovered to be a wizard, and that his grandfather was going to hunt him down.

But after thinking about it, it seemed impossible, so I just walked over.

The old grandfather took John into the castle. In the center of the castle, there was a spring with a sword embedded in the ground beside the spring.

John thought of the fountain mage recorded in the murals.

Obviously, the mage couldn't live that long.

"This is our origin, and Jovonovich is about to die." Grandfather sighed.

Some old weapons can be seen in the castle, which once belonged to the territory of the witcher.

Now, they can only hide.

The uncles were also silent for a while, they could be regarded as the last generation of witchers.

A tall silver wolf appeared in the castle, sitting gracefully by the spring.

Silver Wolf walked up to his grandfather.

"In the past, we traded with the mage in exchange for extraordinary power, and this power exists along with the curse."

"Among the demon hunter schools, only wolves can unite everything. I originally had another wolf, but she gave up her identity as the head wolf."

Grandfather went to a tall chair and sat down. He stroked Silver Wolf's head with his hand and said in a daze, "I thought that when everything was about to end, your birth surprised me like never before."

He stared at John, and said in a trembling voice, "You are the child of accident, Yadani."

Wolf?

The accidental child?

John frowned, not understanding why he said that.

Alexei came out and explained: "Great power is accompanied by a vicious curse, and that curse is the severance of blood."

"Your mother, my sister, she was one of the Jovonovichs, and you were born."

"Wait, so you are not grandpa's children?" John looked up at his uncles.

According to this statement, then the grandfather did not have a child?

The grandfather nodded and said, "Jovonovich never passed on bloodlines, Yadani."

"You're the only one."

John was taken aback, saying that, he was really a child of accident.

He hurriedly asked: "Then my mother..."

"She used to be the best among us, and she was once the leader of the Silver Wolf Clan." Seryosha said with emotion, "Later she fell in love with a foreigner and gave up everything for it."

"Cough cough." John coughed again and again when he heard this address.

Gringo?

My father can't even get a name, it's really miserable.

"Let's get down to business," my grandfather looked at John, and the kindness in his voice was replaced by seriousness, "Yadani Jovonovich, are you willing to accept yourself?"

Not only him, but the uncles also looked over.

Some of them are ready to move, and some are worried.

[Ding, open the challenge mission, awaken the blood, reward any point +1, blessing: leader]

John heard the mission prompt, he was silent for a while, and asked: "I want to ask, what is the mission of the witcher now?"

As a wizard, you let John hunt wizards, which is somewhat problematic.

"I know your concerns, child." The grandfather shook his head, "You have magic in you, right?"

Apparently, several uncles discovered these from John last time.

Grandfather smiled slightly, "We are not stubborn, the birth of the witcher has an inseparable reason from the wizard."

"In Jovonovich's history, it's more about eradicating monsters in the town than school wizards."

After all, the grandfather blinked, giving John the illusion that he was facing Dumbledore.

It may be that the old people like to interact with the younger generation, John hesitated for a while.

The profession of witcher was about to die out, and his grandfather also talked about the pros and cons.

The potion contained the ability to awaken the power of the blood, which placed a huge burden on the body.

There are pros and cons.

After thinking about it for a while, John nodded slowly to his grandfather's expectant gaze.

The grandfather smiled, "Under the witness of the silver wolf, Jovonovich's son, Yadani Jovonovich, conducted the grass trial."

After his words fell, John found that the spring water in the center seemed to be boiling.

After a while, the spring water calmed down.

John walked over, feeling a strange sensation of letting himself jump in.

"Drink the potion, Yadani."

Grandfather whispered something, and John took out the bottle of potion and squeezed it in his hand.

He looked around at his uncles, and finally pulled out the cork and drank the contents in one gulp.

There was nothing at first, but as time passed, John felt a sharp pain and burning inside his body.

Grandfather came down and came down to John surrounded by uncles.

John felt that the vision in front of him was blurred, and he shook twice to stand still.

"My child Yadani, you are an accidental child, and the blood of the family depends on inheritance."

The old man cut his palm, and the bright red blood flowed into the spring water along the palm.

Several other uncles did the same.

The blood of the old man flowed into the spring and turned into a silver wolf.

The blood of Seryozha, Valery, and Boris turned into a brown bear.

The blood of Alexei and Igor turned into a snake.

Andre's blood turned into a lion.

The blood of Anton and Rieger turned into a blood cat.

Valentin's blood turned into a griffin.

"The blood of Jovonovich protects Yadani, the blood of the witcher washes away all bad luck and curses."

With the entry of blood, the spring water turned red.

John walked vaguely to the fountain.

Nine uncles knelt by the spring water at the same time, putting their hands on their hearts.

Grandfather watched John step into it step by step, his voice became ethereal.

"Let blood and fire be your strength, and let your true self emerge from it, Yadani."

Silver Wolf picked up a bottle and came to his grandfather.

Grandfather took it, opened the bottle, and the black liquid inside poured into the water.

He drew out the sword placed by the spring, holding the sword in both hands, and his face was solemn.

Under the watchful eyes of the half-kneeling demon hunters, his sword slashed across the stones outside the spring.

Sparks burst into it.

When it came into contact with the blood-colored spring water, it turned into a burning fire and ignited all the spring water.

The uncles had solemn faces, and they never dodged even when facing the flames.

John stepped into the spring water and sank. The flames burned his body, unable to harm his body, and could not wake him up.

His consciousness sank with the spring water, and it was vaguely indistinct.

Everything in front of him began to change, and his body also changed.

Blood flooded his eyes, like a baptism, and his consciousness gradually came back.

And with the return of consciousness, there are bursts of voices that have changed from blurred to clear.

It seemed that someone was calling John's name.

"Yadani Jovonovich."

He raised his head slowly, his vision changed from blurred to clear.

It was an old castle, but there was no one around.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and he was lying in the spring water.

The difference is that the surroundings are dark and gloomy.

After he got up, he looked outside.

"Grandpa? Uncle Seryozha?" His tentative call was not answered.

Beside the spring, the sword was still there. It seemed that no one had come for a long time, and it was full of dust.

John wanted to see how long it had been.

Just as he reached into the small bag, he stopped.

A voice is getting closer and closer.

He looked up, and a black figure rushed in from the tunnel.

In the next second, a bloody mouth opened in front of John.

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