I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Furong came to give the crystal ball, and this kind of thing is logically done by Tang Mi.

After getting the items, John sees Fleur canceling the Silent Heart.

Suddenly, Fleur sighed.

"I don't think the Weasleys are for me," said Fleur.

John looked left and right, and after confirming that Furong was going to complain to him, he smiled helplessly.

He snapped his fingers, and Aberforth, who had been paying attention here, thought he was calling him.

Just as he was about to pass by, John conjured up two exquisite wine glasses that were incompatible with the surrounding environment.

There was also an expensive bottle of wine that seemed to be worth enough to buy the whole tavern free.

Not only does this kid not consume, but he also brings his own drinks!

Aberforth couldn't hold back anymore, how could anyone go whoring a tavern for nothing like this.

John ignored him, poured a glass of sakura-colored wine for Fleur, and conjured a cherry on top.

Fu Rong took a sip, and just like opening a chatterbox, she narrated everything that happened to her and Bill.

John acts as a tree hole, with an accompanying pour service.

From time to time, I have to go along with Hibiscus.

For Furong's emotional experience, the summary is just one sentence.

He's a nice guy, but his mother isn't a nice guy.

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Ron took the love potion.

Harry used Romilda as bait to lure Ron to the headmaster's office.

The power of this love potion gave Harry goosebumps, and Ron was led to the principal's office without any doubt, as if he had no IQ.

Slughorn was wearing his dressing gown, humming a little tune, putting a piece of candied pineapple from a former student into his mouth, and about to open a bottle of mead to moisten his throat.

As soon as he sat down, he heard anxious voices coming from him.

It was from the gargoyle, and Slughorn recognized Harry by the sound.

He opened the door, and Harry walked up the spiral staircase to the door of the Headmaster's office.

"Harry," grumbled Slughorn, "it's too early. I usually get up late on Saturdays."

As a headmaster, Slughorn didn't want to be interrupted from his comfortable Saturday.

"Professor, I'm sorry to disturb you." Harry said as softly as possible, and there was a guy behind him who was constantly tiptoeing to spy on the old man's room.

Harry was almost squeezed in, and he said with a bitter face: "But my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, can you give him some antidote?"

"I was going to take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we can't buy Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, so, you know..."

Going to Ms. Pomfrey means that Professor McGonagall and the others will also know that they will definitely lose points.

The Weasley twins never imagined that one day their things would harm their own brother.

"I thought you had an antidote for him," Slughorn wondered. "Aren't you a potions expert, Harry?"

"Uh..." Harry's mind was running fast, and he said without letting himself go, "I've never prepared an antidote for the Love Potion, sir, and by the time I do, something serious may have happened to Ron."

His reasoning was so qualified that Slughorn never suspected it.

And Harry came to find him, and the collector Slughorn was also very happy.

"Today is his birthday, Professor," Harry begged Slughorn.

Slughorn didn't hesitate anymore, and let Harry lead the people in.

"Hope the potion hasn't expired," said Slughorn sarcastically. "You know, the longer you keep it, the stronger it gets."

Harry walked in and found that this place was different from the last Christmas dinner.

At the same time, unlike Dumbledore's time, there are not so many silverware here. Instead, there are two exquisite small crucibles, as well as a photo cabinet and a material cabinet.

"You've come very well," Slughorn said, drawing a bit of emerald green liquid from the dainty little cauldron. "There's just a little left. Try 'Universal Elixir.'"

He poured the potion into a small cup and handed it to Ron who was being comforted by Harry.

"How do I look?" Ron asked bemusedly.

"Very handsome," said Slughorn, "drinking it will keep you calm when she comes."

Slughorn whispered to Harry beside him, "That's all I have, and I'm still trying to refine it."

Harry saw the bottle of something very similar to the one John had given Mrs Weasley.

Ron didn't doubt that he was there, so he took it and drank it directly.

This thing, which Slughorn called the 'universal potion', worked quickly and immediately.

"Well, I suppose it smells like weed?" Slughorn asked.

Ron lifted the state of the love potion, but his face was as bitter as eating a dozen bitter bamboo shoots.

Sitting slumped on the sofa, Ron looked skeptical about life.

"It doesn't taste very good. Maybe we can drink something else to refresh us."

Slughorn took out a bottle of mead and showed off: "John gave me this, oak-aged mead. I have to say that he is a person who knows how to figure out his preferences."

When the wine was opened, a strong and not greasy fragrance came.

Slughorn produced three glasses and poured wine into them.

After giving each of them a glass, he said happily, "It's such a good wine, let's think of some toasts."

"Happy birthday to Mr. Weasley, drive away the pain of disillusionment, cheers."

"cheers."

Slughorn laughed, and Harry, who also thought the old man looked much cuter, laughed and shouted a toast.

Just as he was about to drink it, Ron next to him had already finished it in one gulp, and then fell down straight.

Ron's limbs twitched violently, foaming at the mouth, and his eyeballs bulging.

"My God, Ralph?"

"Ron!"

Slughorn was so frightened that he even called his name wrong.

Harry ran over and yelled at Slughorn, "Professor! Think of something!"

Faced with such a scene, Slughorn was petrified. He looked down at the glass in his hand and stammered, "Why...but..."

Harry leaped across a low table to the two dainty little cauldrons, and looked down to see that there were only two drops of emerald green liquid inside.

Not caring so much, Harry brought the whole cauldron over.

Pry open Ron's mouth with one hand and pour two drops of emerald green liquid into it.

Ron's body gradually stopped convulsing, but the situation was still not optimistic, the dose of medicine here was too small.

Slughorn seemed to come back to his senses, and asked Harry to rush him to the school hospital.

The bottle of wine was placed on the table, still half full of amber liquid.

...

John hadn't imagined that he would be listening to Fleur's love story in a seedy tavern.

After Fleur finally finished speaking, John also returned to school.

He didn't return to the castle immediately, but looked at the Black Lake.

After confirming that the small bag was closed well, he walked towards the Black Lake.

A Grindylow saw John and wanted to play tricks on the student.

John glanced at it, which looked familiar to that Grindylow.

After a few seconds, Grindylow, who remembered something, swam into the water at twice the speed when he came out.

At the same time, when the creatures in the water heard the news, they fled away one after another.

"I don't remember doing anything."

Seeing this scene, John fell into thought.

I didn't do anything in Black Lake last time.

Isn't it just splitting the black lake and scaring them with dragon power at the bottom of the water?

Other than that, I didn't do anything.

Walking into the water, the water of the Black Lake is above the top of the head.

John tried to communicate with the spirit of the Black Lake, but there was no response like last time.

He simply swam towards the place where he found the big octopus last time.

...

Not going to Hogsmeade, which is very uncomfortable for the restless young people.

Can only have some fun in the castle by myself.

Slytherin doesn't have the high-altitude vistas of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to watch.

Fortunately, they have a unique underwater scene, which is the most special among the four courtyards.

The seniors seemed to take pleasure in teasing the juniors, as now, Malfoy told a junior with a smirk.

As long as you see a mermaid underwater, you can get a blessing.

The junior students believed it ignorantly.

Malfoy got a bad idea and said, "Actually, there is a more advanced blessing in the mermaid blessing."

"What's that?" the junior asked with admiration.

Malfoy smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "Have you ever heard of the legend of John the Underwater?"

"Underwater John?"

The junior looked dull, raised his finger to the huge glass, and asked, "Is it like that?"

Malfoy looked sideways, nodded and said, "That's right, that's right, if you see John underwater, you can... wait!"

Malfoy turned his head sharply, looking at John who was walking past underwater, his mouth opened wide.

Truly an underwater john.

Re-enactment of classic scenes.

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