I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

In the hall of Kaer Morhen, more than 20 demon hunters drank wine and chatted freely about the things they encountered.

Candles brighten the deserted hall, and they make it feel like home.

"A lively scene."

John saw the white-haired witcher who came last, and he hugged the other witchers one by one.

Here, they are like family.

Both are monsters hated by the world, and only when they get together can they reveal emotions beyond the rumors.

Leaning on the handrail on the second floor, John recalled that he had been here for a long time.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss the sixth grade." Assuming that this place is at the same flow rate as the original world, John felt that he might be considered a missing person.

"Yadani," Vesemir came to John and patted him on the shoulder, "Come with me and get to know them."

When John was brought into Kaer Morhen, Vesemir took him as his own.

As Vesemir walked down, the demon hunters looked at Vesemir with respect in their eyes.

But when John came out, doubts appeared in their eyes again.

Holding the silver cup, Vesemir looked at the demon hunters with emotion: "I wish you all safe and sound, and come home alive."

The witchers raised their glasses and drank together.

"Toast we have passed another winter." A witcher accepted the words and toasted.

"Jing is alive, I still have a breath."

"Respect brothers."

Each of the witchers expressed their sincere emotions.

When it was over, Vesemir held the wine glass in one hand and patted John on the shoulder with the other, "I'll introduce you to a newcomer, he is..."

"Black hair, and that sword." A tall witcher stared at John's attire, and paused, "Black witcher, Yadani."

"It seems that my name has been honored to be heard by everyone." John chuckled lightly.

The atmosphere was not as harmonious as the family dinner just now, and the witchers watched John.

"You destroyed a city." The tall witcher stared at John with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Lambert," the dark-skinned witcher next to him reminded him.

But Lambert still said bitterly: "He did more than that, black witcher."

Vesemir didn't speak, he wanted to see how John would solve the problem.

The witcher with milky white hair said, "Calm down, Lambert."

"Geralt, will you destroy the city like him?" Lambert was like a powder keg, anyone who clicked on him would blow it up.

Geralt covered his face with his hands and sighed helplessly.

Lambert looked at John and snorted coldly, "He only dared to scare ordinary people."

"Do you know?" John laughed hoarsely, he walked towards Lambert, stopped in front of him, and said softly, "If you have a problem with me, don't talk like a bitch with your mouth .”

"I wish for it!" Lambert choked.

Reason in the fist will naturally convince the other party.

Geralt pressed Lambert's shoulder, but Lambert pushed him away.

The dark-skinned demon hunter Ke En said helplessly: "You know, this is called youthful vigor."

Lambert was the second youngest witcher of them all.

"Yardani," Vesemir said when John walked out, stopped by Vesemir, "don't kill Lambert."

"Don't worry, Vesemir," John said lightly, "I never kill people."

Their conversation made the demon hunters present look weird. Although Lambert is young, he is very powerful.

Except for a few people present, the other demon hunters did not dare to say that they were Lambert's opponents.

John walked out of the hall.

They came all the way to the clearing where they had fought Vesemir last time.

Lambert drew his sword and waved to John, "Show me your skills, black witcher."

John draws his sword slowly, in a nonchalant way that annoys Lambert.

He admitted that John had pissed himself off.

With John's sword unsheathed, Lambert rushed to John.

All the witchers watched the battle. Geralt came to Vesemir and asked, "Do you trust him?"

Geralt looked at the two men who were tense, and continued: "I can see that he is very young, the real kind of young."

"He's not a bad guy," Vesemir said with his arms folded, his face indifferent. "I met him in the Blue Mountains, and he was fighting a flying lion and killing it."

"A flying lion?" Geralt frowned. "I haven't seen that monster in the Blue Mountains for a long time."

"This is not a good sign. The world is changing, White Wolf." Vesemir said deeply, "This child is also one of the changes."

The battle over there has begun.

In full view, Lambert rushed in front of John, the sword in his hand slicing through the snowflakes.

John did it simultaneously, without using magic.

He wanted to see these witchers and his sword skills.

The blade collided with a spark.

The silver light was dazzling under the snow, and Lambert was so powerful that each sword could shake off the snowflakes on his body.

And John's sword is not bad either. After more than a dozen moves, he roughly estimated Lambert's strength.

Level 5 is close to level 6 swordsmanship.

The other party wants to defeat John with swordsmanship, which is tantamount to talking in a dream.

After finding out the details, John seized the gap when Lambert was swinging the sword, picked up Lambert's weapon with the tip of the sword, made three steps in parallel, jumped up and hit Lambert's chest with his knee.

Lambert's tall body stepped back again and again, and couldn't help but kneel down.

John's sword turned, cut through the sky, and landed on Lambert's neck.

Lambert's condescending gaze turned into looking up, and John looked like a king crowning his subjects, his expression calm and unwavering.

Lambert's face turned blue and purple, and finally he said in a muffled voice, "I lost."

He could actually continue to fight with the seal, but he didn't.

Because he didn't think that his seal could destroy a city wall.

John raised his eyebrows and threw the silver sword into the air.

He walked towards the demon hunters, facing them, with his hands open and relaxed, "Who else is here to find a reason for Balvi?"

The witchers looked at each other, and Geralt said with emotion, "I now believe that he killed the flying lion alone."

Vesemir quipped, "You should see that head, it's in there."

The silver sword flying into the air reached its limit and fell down, and the position happened to be where John was.

Ke En saw it sharp-eyed, and he shouted: "Get out of here!"

The silver sword fell quickly, with its speed and its sharpness, it could easily pierce through the body.

John leaned slightly, and before he was about to be pierced, the silver light sank into the scabbard behind him.

Geralt has small pupils, great courage, and powerful skills.

The strong have the right to speak wherever they go.

He was accepted quickly, Lambert being the first to accept him.

Then came more people.

This winter, he received special training from Vesemir.

Vesemir was amazed to find that in alchemy, John's attainments were astonishing.

Even he, an old-fashioned witcher, was shocked.

John spent more time in those labs than training.

It was once used as an experimental site for cultivating demon hunters.

There are notes left by some wizards, which become what John looks at most often.

The ancient text allowed John's runes, which had not been touched for a long time, to slowly improve.

Along with it, there is alchemy.

The gray icon gradually has some color.

John is like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing every drop of knowledge.

Even Vesemir lamented that he would not be able to continue teaching John in a short time.

This kid is too unreasonable, and his sword skills improve every time he fights.

At the beginning, it can be suppressed within [-] strokes, after that, it needs [-] strokes, and finally [-] strokes.

The two people John has the best relationship with in Kaer Morhen are Geralt and Escal.

Especially Geralt, he thought he was already the king of the witcher, but he didn't expect someone to be braver.

For a few days, he was Geralt's sparring partner. He had just practiced against John for eight hours yesterday, and he had just been lying down for two hours when he was pulled up by the energetic John.

Later, John's title is no longer the Black Demon Hunter.

But the devil, the devil of the night, the night devil.

As theatrical as it sounds, this title is popular among witchers.

At night, you can see that ghostly person appearing everywhere in the castle.

Winter also passes in such a time.

The witchers left one after another.

John had also drained almost all of Vesemir's knowledge.

"I don't think I can keep you any longer." Vesemir patted John's arm with both hands.

"I can't ask you too much, but as a demon hunter, I hope you can kill more monsters."

Vesemir put a silver wolf's head badge around John's neck.

He's officially a witcher.

From the badge, white light flew out and merged into the sword.

The sixth rune was lit, and the seventh rune began to flash.

John knew that this was to urge himself to undertake a new trial.

He took a ring from his satchel and tossed it to Vesemir.

Said: "In return for these days."

Vesemir took the ring, and Johan mounted his horse and left.

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