I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John didn't stay in the lounge very long because he had classes to attend.

He walked across the grass, where he saw a confident Hagrid with his hips akimbo.

"John, you're the first one here." Hagrid was delighted that John had chosen his class.

He hasn't got the list yet, it's just that he thinks his class must be popular.

"I think the Zouwu may not be able to bear the loneliness recently." Seeing that no one came, Hagrid simply chatted with John. "He always makes a mess of the woods, but there are no female Zouwu around here."

John rubbed his chin when he heard this, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe we can make some more toys to let him pass his energy."

"Good proposal, John." Hagrid thought it was a good idea.

However, Hagrid's mood gradually faded with the passage of time. He couldn't believe that half of his class time had passed, and no one else came.

"Only you have chosen my course, John,"

Hagrid yelled, "There must be something wrong, they got my hours mixed up."

"Hagrid," John sighed, "you have to accept the reality, escaping is not a good habit."

"Well, thank you John," said Hagrid angrily, "they didn't like my class."

"Maybe we can go and see Glop," John patted Hagrid's belly and comforted him. "This is a course that only you can have, isn't it?"

Speaking of Glop, Hagrid finally lifted his spirits.

He didn't even need to bring a weapon, he walked towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Glop will welcome you very much, he likes the fur ball you made for Zouwu very much."

Hagrid fended off the branch that hit his face, and said, "He didn't break that thing, it's really strong."

"I don't mind getting a few for Grapp if he likes it."

Anyway, it's a matter of convenience, John said casually: "I think he might like the clipboard, it can also make it easier for him to read."

Hagrid immediately boasted after hearing the words: "You are still the most careful, John."

He only wanted to make Glop speak, but he never thought about teaching Glop to write.

John was teaching Glop like a human child, which pleased Hagrid.

After walking some distance, they reached a cave.

The cave's rough rock walls are not skin-scratching for giants, and may be used to tickle them.

"Glop, look who I brought to see you." Hagrid shouted standing outside the cave.

After a while, there was movement in the cave.

Gropp stepped out, with ropes tied to his feet, thicker than last time.

While Hagrid was away in fifth year, Grapp broke free from the rope and wreaked havoc in the Forbidden Forest.

If Zouwu hadn't chased them back, the centaur would have formed a team to kill the giant.

John raised his eyebrows, and said to Hagrid, "You have to teach him not to run around, instead of trapping him with a rope."

Hagrid scratched his head, "I'm afraid he might go to Hogwarts."

Facing a giant, even the half-giant Hagrid could only use this method.

John thought for a while and said, "If you don't mind, I can help you keep Grapp from running around."

"Really?" Hagrid said pleasantly, "but what are you going to do, John?"

John walked forward, and when Gropp saw the little one, he subconsciously reached out to grab it.

In the next second, the familiar Longwei made Gropp withdraw his hand in fear.

John didn't fully open up. In the world of the witcher, in addition to killing magical creatures, he also learned a little bit, how to communicate with these guys.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, motioning Gropp to squat down.

Gropp got down on his stomach, his big face turned on John.

Reaching out and pressing on the big face, John used mind magic.

Gropp's expression went from bewildered at the beginning to a little strange later.

He seemed to understand what the little man was saying.

Under Hagrid's surprised expression, Grapp nodded slowly.

Grapp made inarticulate sounds.

"Jon."

"Jon, he's calling for you, John!" Hagrid was pleasantly surprised.

"Don't go where there are people without Hagrid's permission," John said to Glop.

Grapp nodded again, which excited Hagrid.

"What did you do, John?" Hagrid was impatient to learn.

It's a pity that John poured cold water on him and said, "You have to learn from unicorns."

unicorn?

Hagrid, who is a big and thick guy, can't learn from that beautiful guy.

Hagrid was very happy, though he couldn't get his meaning across clearly to Glop.

The section on protecting Magizoology ended with the result that Gropp let go of the rope and didn't run away.

Hagrid finally didn't have to keep tying Grawp up.

They went back to the cabin, and Hagrid and John waved goodbye.

"John, don't forget our next class."

As if he was afraid that John would not come, Hagrid reminded him specially.

John said he would never forget.

Walking towards the castle, John meets Myrtle in the corridor on the second floor.

The female ghost has been thinking about getting John to prepare more gifts for herself.

The hairpin given by the second grade was still in Myrtle's hair. She fiddled with the shape in front of the armor for a while, and said, "John, I will be very happy if you send me another beautiful necklace."

"Good advice," John laughed, "as long as you don't tell the other ghosts."

"Really?" Myrtle was overjoyed, and she flew from wall to wall.

"You helped me a lot too."

John shook his finger and said, "You can take this time to see which necklaces you like better."

Because of this sentence, the girls at Hogwarts are miserable.

Myrtle sometimes pops up out of nowhere, sneaks over her shoulders, and asks if I can see their necklaces.

When John returned to the lounge, the crooked couple finally stopped showing off.

Malfoy saw him back and asked him how his lesson was going.

It was kind of funny, John told him.

Malfoy was skeptical that he knew the quality of Hagrid's lessons.

"Professor Snape seems to be on strike."

Malfoy, who has his own gossip, said: "It seems that he is not feeling well. I guess he hates the new Sirius Black."

Regarding Snape's dislike of Sirius, one could tell from the disgusted expression yesterday without knowing anything about it.

That expression was simply too obvious.

Malfoy had no shortage of bold guesses that Snape simply said he was sick because he didn't want to meet Sirius.

After all, it is not difficult for a master of potions to pretend to be sick.

"There are Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions classes today." John glanced at the class schedule, which was full of bluffs, but in fact, most of them didn't need to go.

"If he doesn't come, who will have the class?"

He was a little puzzled, how could Slughorn be Snape's mentor.

A distaste for Sirius directly overshadowed his teacher?

Slughorn started the strike on his second day in office.

Malfoy didn't know much about this either.

Anyway, when there is no class, you can relax.

An hour later, it was time for Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

They went to class, and there was already a long queue outside.

John walked slowly and unhurriedly, it was Sirius' class anyway.

So did Malfoy, apparently.

In the Ministry of Magic they had fought, it was hard to give Sirius any face.

This class is also the class with the most people. Defense Against the Dark Arts is an important subject, so there will be a lot of people who choose it.

When Daphne came, her face was full of resentment.

"The runes are fifteen-inch essays, two translations, and the books have to be read by Wednesday."

Holding the heavy book in both hands, her resentment was almost overflowing.

She thought that the homework for this class would be the same as last year, but it turned out to be doubled.

"There is one more thing." Daphne took out an old manuscript from the book and gave it to John, and said, "Professor Babling asks you to help translate these runes."

John took it and glanced at it, and said, "This is an advanced rune, she is quite lazy."

be lazy?

Daphne looked at the heavy book, lost in thought.

John opened the small bag and said, "You can put the book here first."

Seeing this, Daphne put the book in.

Malfoy envied John for having this little bag, it was so convenient.

The classroom door opened.

Sirius strode out, looking at the long line, his vanity as a new teacher burst.

"Come in."

Sensing Sirius' gaze sweeping over, John glanced at the other side's left rib, thinking that it was pretty quick.

Seeing John's expression, Sirius seemed to understand the meaning, and his face darkened.

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