I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The grandnephew of the old aunt Bathilda came, and John could feel something wrong with the way Bathilda looked at him.

That feeling, like seeing two expelled students, is hard to describe.

He really wanted to explain, do you understand the gold content of Slytherin's king?

Bathilda introduced two boys of similar age.

"Hi, my name is Joel." John chuckled lightly.

He knew that his name should not be left in history.

So make up a random name.

Just out of the mouth, John looked a little weird.

He just said that name out of his mind, but he suddenly felt that the name was a little familiar.

When the boy on the opposite side heard the name, he smiled comfortably, "My name is Gail."

Gail's eyes were wary, he came to Godric's Hollow for some purpose.

But he didn't expect that there was a young wizard in the house of the old aunt of his lonely old man.

This made him vigilant, even subconsciously hiding his name.

"Gail?" John could feel the other party's distrust of him.

It was as if his own name had been taken randomly, John smiled noncommittally.

Two young wizards have known each other for nearly 100 years.

John's room was in the attic, just like he was at Wick's.

Gail's room is on the second floor.

John is fiddling with his wand, and he needs some trimming.

Gail quietly observed the boy.

After Durmstrang was fired, Gale traveled half of Europe to Godric's Hollow alone.

He has experienced many people and things, making him too precocious.

He is wary of strangers, and at the same time has enough understanding of human nature.

He knew exactly what kind of person his old aunt Bathilda was.

So he was even more worried that John's appearance was a conspiracy.

The timing was too coincidental.

He decided to test this man his own age.

"You're making wands?" Gail said suddenly.

Although John couldn't see, he was more sensitive to other people's sight than ordinary people.

The presence of Gail has long been discovered.

Hearing the question, John said casually: "As you can see, yes."

"Stand maker is a rare profession." Gail walked into the attic and said, "You have this craft, why are you in Godric's Hollow?"

There was inquiry in Gail's eyes. From the mouth of Bathilda's old aunt, he knew some information about this person.

For example, John seems to be a student of Hogwarts, but he, like himself, was expelled.

The reason why he was expelled was that he conducted some black magic experiments that Durmstrang considered extreme, so what was the reason for his expulsion?

"It can only be said to be an accident," John shrugged, cleaning up the powder left by the grinding on the table, "I didn't expect to be here, and at the same time, something happened to my eyes."

"I am very grateful to Aunt Bathilda, so you can rest easy."

John chuckled and said, "There's no need to make unintentional temptations."

Although the boy in front of him is more mature than his peers.

But who is John?

He is Johnny Silverhand.

He is the one who drew up the territory of the huge Silver Hand business empire, and also the master of the Silver Hand Manor who united many forces.

Gail's temptation was as transparent as before him.

This is from the crushing of layers.

Gail didn't look embarrassed when his purpose was exposed.

"Okay." Gail smiled, and changed the subject, "The old aunt hopes that we will get along well."

He reached out to John and said meaningfully: "I think we can let go of our vigilance against each other."

Everyone was smart, and Gail knew that John wasn't one of his Durmstrang classmates.

Gail didn't mind being under the same roof with another person as long as it didn't interfere with his own goals.

Appropriate showings of favor can benefit oneself.

This is something Gail has understood since childhood.

"Hello, Joel."

"Hello, Gail."

Two people's hands touch together.

The blond boy has a tall body, even if he is seventeen or eighteen years old, he is not as tall as him.

He's kind of like the Weasley twins, with a kind of bohemian abandon.

Like a golden eagle soaring in the sky, without the freedom of being bound by its wings.

...

After Gail took the initiative to talk that day, three days passed.

During these three days, Gail seemed to have developed a strong interest in John.

In Gail's eyes, this is a person who does not lose his talent and wisdom.

He was more curious about John.

He would often come to John's attic, sometimes just watching John do some processing there.

Godric's Valley has abundant resources, which is why many wizards choose to settle here.

John processed the collected herbs.

Gail watched quietly from the side, and asked, "Do you also have research on potions?"

"This is the basic skill of a wizard." John borrowed a cauldron from Bathilda, and a golden flame was burning at the bottom of the cauldron.

Gale watched with interest.

The more you get rid of it, the more you can surprise yourself when you find this peer.

"what is this?"

"Gublai Immortal Flame," John raised his wand and waved lightly, the flame appeared on the wand, "a kind of flame that will not go out, but will continue to burn."

"interesting."

Hearing what John said, Gail became very interested in this magic.

"This is a kind of advanced magic," Gail teased, with temptation buried in his words, "it's not like something that a student can come into contact with."

"Knowledge does not have to be learned in school." John pointed his finger at his head, "Ravenclaw once said that extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings."

Gail listened carefully, applauding in agreement.

In just three days, Gail felt that this stranger had wisdom and knowledge beyond that of Professor Durmstrang.

I thought I had enough experience traveling through Europe to come here.

But John's experience is richer, and Gail even has a feeling that he wants to tell this person about his plan.

It was a great plan, for all wizards, for changing the world.

Gail thought he was crazy.

This is actually an instinct, an instinct to meet someone who is stronger than oneself and want to get close to him.

Mu Qiang is natural.

Aunt Bathilda was also relieved to see two boys of similar age getting along happily.

It made her think of another boy.

As a neighbor, Bathilda knew how tired that boy was.

He has no peers by his side, only a younger sister who may get sick at any time, and his only younger brother is also a hot-tempered stubborn.

Bathilda felt that people of the same age would share the same language.

So Bathilda made a decision.

She wanted to introduce the two children in the family to that poor boy.

...

The potion in the cauldron was being brewed, John knocked on the table, and the supersensory spell was emitted, covering the entire room.

After confirming that Gail had left, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally gone."

John had a headache, Bathilda's great-nephew, like a hundred thousand whys.

He came to ask about everything, and in order to dismiss him, John had no choice but to deal with it casually.

John didn't want to have too much contact with other people to change the future.

But that Gail, seven out of ten sentences were tempting.

John didn't even know where he was so wary.

At the same time, John also found that Gail's life was not simple.

That person has a strength far beyond his peers, and is full of peeps at himself.

Peeping does not just refer to surveillance, but also to the brain.

"Legiliency, such advanced magic at this age." John whispered.

Legilimency, and Occlumency.

The other party spied on his own brain, but was fooled by John's Occlumency.

That person was running Occlumency all the time, as if he had an important secret in his mind that no one could see.

John is not very interested in those secrets. Even if it is a big secret, almost a hundred years have passed by his own time, and all secrets are history.

"The books Gale left behind?"

John found a book on the table that Gail left on purpose.

He picked it up and ran his fingers over the gilded, dented cover.

"The Tales of Beedle the Poet?" John asked strangely, "Was it intentional, or was it careless?"

The stories here are familiar to most wizards.

In the world of wizards, "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" is like a fairy tale, walking into thousands of households of wizards.

But John clearly knew that some things in this story were true.

The story of three brothers.

"Deathly Hallows." Muttering softly, John touched his chest.

Coincidentally, his sword was lost.

All that was brought over was a counterfeit locket and the resurrection stone inside.

"It should be a coincidence."

John didn't think that the other party was his resurrection stone, so he came here deliberately to connotate himself.

Throw the book aside.

Give a book to a blind man, and I don't know what the other party thinks.

The next day, John was called by Bathilda.

Together with the past, and Gail.

He handed the "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" to Gale, "your book."

"Thanks, I guess it fell on you." Gail took it with a smile.

John was speechless.

"I love the stories," Gail said, "especially the three brothers."

"Oh."

"Why are you not interested?"

"Because I'm blind, don't you think?"

"..."

Gale's gushing mouth shut.

...