I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"John, do you know that the feathers of the rune horse have been shedding a lot recently?"

Ms. Maxim is very sad recently. Something happened to her rune horse.

I don't know if it's because of competition for a spouse or depression, but the rune horse is losing its hair like crazy.

It wasn't obvious at first, but now the rune horse's wings and mane are bald.

Not even single malt whiskey could cheer up the rune horse.

Fleur sets suspicious eyes on John, who has behaved well since his arrival.

Although there was no evidence, the woman's intuition told her that John Wick had something to do with it.

"Run horses? You mean those giant horses?"

John looked surprised and surprised, and said, "I don't know either. I've been studying books about alchemy recently."

With that said, John also took out his own book list.

The above are all documents about alchemy. As a magic school with a history of 700 years, there are no less records than Hogwarts.

Even because of Nicole Flamel, the master of alchemy, there are a lot of alchemy literature here, which feels more than Hogwarts.

Of course, the book written by Nicole Flamel is indispensable, and the content in it has benefited John a lot.

"is it?"

Fu Rong was a little hesitant. When she saw the book list, she felt that John was fine, but she always felt that it was weird.

Under dubious circumstances, Fu Rong left.

And shortly after she left, John waited for nearly an hour before coming out of the library.

He put the books back one by one and rubbed his tired temples.

He did not use Xueba 2.0, because this thing needs to be used when it is more needed.

For example, when I entered Nicole Flamel's alchemy room.

Yes, Nico Flamel's alchemy room.

According to the clues provided by Dumbledore, John used the most primitive method near the Fountain of the LeMays for several nights.

Finally, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was found at the mouth of the fountain.

It was an alchemy room, which stored a large number of notes and materials related to alchemy.

One of the diary-like items let him know that the owner of this room was the famous Nicole Flamel.

This is the room Nicole Flamel left when he was studying in Beauxbatons, and all the notes in it were written by him.

John hungrily hungrily in this treasury-like room, young Nicole Flamel, although there are some areas of childishness, but just right for some young wizards just dabbling in alchemy.

Apart from the notes, the biggest surprise is the diary.

John took out a quill, filled the nib with ink, and wrote in the diary.

"Dear Nico, I have some questions about alchemy that I don't quite understand. I hope you can explain it to me."

After writing such a line, John continued to write about the difficulties he encountered.

After writing, it was as if an invisible pen was writing under that line of handwriting.

The beautiful fonts appeared out of nowhere on the diary.

"Of course, dear John, you may find the answer to your question in the notes in the seventh book from the left on the third row of the bookshelf. I hope it can help you."

After seeing the handwriting, John quickly got up and went to the said bookshelf.

In the seventh notebook from the left on the third line, he found notes on how to sublimate a substance.

This made John happy, and he did not forget to write back his thanks in his diary.

"Thank you Nico, you did me a great favor."

"you are welcome."

The writing appeared on the diary, which was John's most surprising discovery.

An extremely miraculous diary, which can also be called "Nico's Encyclopedia".

This is a book made by Nicole Flamel, which records his alchemy experience, and it is equivalent to a smart index on the bookshelf.

This kind of thing that can maintain the emotional character of the original owner is actually not without it, similar to the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts.

They may not have too many functions, but they can retain some of the character and wisdom that belong to the portrait owner.

And "Nico's Encyclopedia" is far beyond the existence of portraits, and John even thinks that Nicole Flamel lives in it.

But reason told him it was impossible.

With this book, and a room full of them, John's alchemy at Beauxbatons advanced by leaps and bounds.

He even used the feathers of the rune horse to create a pair of flying shoes, which were slightly slower than the broomstick but greatly increased in agility.

He also successfully added a permanent directional magic to the badges, no matter where they are, these nine badges will point to other badges.

Like the stars guarding the moon, pointing the way to each other.

John intends to remove his own badge and give the remaining eight to others.

To become the next Dumbledore, he cannot fight alone.

Even Dumbledore is not fighting alone, he still has the Order of the Phoenix, and the huge Hogwarts behind him and Hogwarts' connections that occupy half of the country.

John needs a relationship to consolidate his status, and the maintenance of the relationship needs the help of badges.

He wants to set up a society, or have a team that can obey his orders.

He already has a candidate for one of the badges.

Connections.

This is the most scarce thing for John at present. He was born in a Muggle family. He does not have the unique blood family tree of a pure-blood family, nor does he have the nepotism of parents and classmates of a half-blood wizard family.

All he can do is try to surround himself with strong people.

This strong person can be a genius wizard, or the second generation of a family with a deep background, or have the character of never betraying a friend.

John stayed in the alchemy room until dawn, and he returned to the dormitory to sleep for two hours before dawn.

It's a holiday, and no one cares if he's being lazy.

Some people even felt that after the black-haired boy was missing, the surroundings always felt a little quieter.

...

"John, maybe we can go and see, it's the Quidditch World Cup group stage."

After getting along for a month, Fu Rong became more and more familiar with John.

Although he was three years older than John, Fleur didn't think this black-haired boy was a child.

John's every move is the same as that of her peers, and John even behaves more maturely than those boys in the same grade.

"What about the Quidditch World Cup group match? You can go and see it."

John flicked his wand, and the books on the table flew back to the shelf automatically.

He didn't expect Fleur to be a Quidditch fan, which is not surprising, after all, who doesn't like Quidditch.

The Quidditch World Cup is held every four years, and within 12 months after the end of the last final, any country can form a team to sign up.

The last one was in 1990, when John was not enrolled yet.

There are still two years to go until the next session, and the group stage is already in full swing.

"You said the group stage is in Bulgaria, so how do we get there?"

After John finished speaking, he saw Fleur smiling pretty.

"I know of a place that has a Portkey that will take us to Bulgaria for just three Galleons."

It has to be said that wizards are much more convenient than muggles in terms of travel. With only one portkey, the whole family can travel around the world in a short time.

John was also curious about the Portkey, and upon hearing this, he immediately agreed.

Fleur cheered, and her long silver hair hit John's cheek. Like a happy little girl, she said excitedly, "I've wanted to try traveling without an adult's company for a long time."

The lively look of this girl made John think that maybe he could become good friends with Gryffindor students.

The two didn't need to bring anything, and came to the hiding place in Paris through Floo fans.

The hidden equivalent of Diagon Alley is the wizarding shopping district.

Led by Fu Rong, they turned east and west, and finally found the door key in an alley at the corner of a square in the hiding place.

The owner of the portkey was a man in a bucket hat and a scruffy brown trench coat.

He was unshaven and unkempt, and he burped from time to time. The strong smell of alcohol made one wonder that he had fallen into a wine barrel and slept all night.

John quietly approached Fu Rong and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure he is reliable and won't throw us into the deep mountains and old forests?"

Fu Rong was also a little uncertain, she said with a guilty conscience: "Probably, maybe, should, can't it?"