I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The next day John went to the Potions classroom.

As soon as he sat down, there was an empty space around him.

When the people of Gryffindor came, they saw John who stood out from the crowd.

Both Hermione and Neville looked over worriedly, and John shrugged and gave him a look of nothing.

Class begins.

Snape was walking like a greasy bat, his robes were puffed up by the wind as he walked, as if he had a blower.

"This class doesn't require you to fiddle around with your wand or say spells."

Walking to the podium and standing firm, Snape folded his arms and looked around the students sharply.

Immediately began his own opening remarks.

"I can teach you how to confuse the mind, how to confuse the senses."

"I will teach you to earn fame and brew glory."

"It can even teach you how to live forever..."

John curled his lips when he heard these words, if you could teach them, would Voldemort still want to get Horcruxes?

Immediately, his eyes wandered to summon the panel, and his magic power increased after training.

...

[Magic Power: Level 1 (20/100)]

[Curse: Alahoo Hole Opening (Level 3)]

[Skills: Short Weapon Proficiency (Level 7), Polearm Weapon Proficiency (Level 6), Heavy Weapon Proficiency (Level 3), Hot Weapon Proficiency (Level 1)]

[Blessings: physical fitness, quick attack, precision]

...

According to his calculations, he can get five points of magic power after a day of training.

He wondered if he could get some dumbbells and the like to put in the room.

He was distracted, Snape on the podium said, turning his eyes to John, and he made no secret of his disgust.

With a sarcasm in his tone, he said in a strange tone: "Perhaps some of you already had a certain reputation when you first arrived at Hogwarts, and you have a little useful power, so you can be so arrogant that you don't listen to my class seriously!"

John came back to his senses and saw Malfoy's gleeful expression next to him, and he picked up the quill on the table expressionlessly.

It was such a movement that made Malfoy's smile stop abruptly.

Although Snape hated John very much, there was an even more annoying person here.

Without hesitation, he pointed the finger at Harry Potter, the savior.

"Mr. Potter."

"Tell me what happens if you add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion."

Harry Potter was a boarding child of a Muggle family some time ago, of course he didn't know, and shook his head innocently.

But Snape was determined to ask him, and directly ignored Hermione who raised her hand high next to her.

He continued to ask aggressively: "Mr. Potter, if I want a bezoar, do you know where to find it?"

"I don't know, teacher."

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf poison aconite?"

"do not know."

One question and one answer, everyone knew that Snape didn't like the savior.

Looking at this scene, John couldn't help laughing.

After all, this is also a famous scene.

It was this smile that made Snape's hatred shift again.

"Mr. Wick, maybe you can tell Mr. Potter the answer to the question just now." Snape turned to look at John.

John was dumbfounded, how could he have his own role.

[Ding, trigger the plot task, complete Professor Snape's question, and get the blessing: Xueba]

【Xueba: There are 2 hours a day to enhance learning efficiency】

Does this also trigger the mission?

John's eyes were blank for a while, and he quickly came back to his senses and recalled this passage carefully.

It's a coincidence that he doesn't remember many things, but he still remembers the famous Snape Three Questions.

So he stood up and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Adding narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion can make living hell decoction."

"Coprolites can be found in goat stomachs."

"There is no difference between Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma, they are both the same plant."

Confidently answered the three questions, John showed a reserved smile.

At this moment, the whole classroom fell silent.

Malfoy, who wanted to see John make a fool of himself, smiled stiffly. Snape was a little surprised, but it was more disgusting that his purpose had not been achieved.

He said coldly, "Sit down, 5 points for Slytherin and 5 points for Gryffindor."

Qi returns to Qi, what should be given to Slytherin must be added, and what should be deducted from Gryffindor must be deducted.

John shrugged and sat down, while reminding him in his mind that he was blessed by a master.

The anger that Snape didn't let out managed to burn to the other students, and Malfoy, who was still gloating just now, was frightened and obedient like a pony.

And Harry, Ron and other lion cubs looked at John as if they were looking at a hero.

After Potions class, the Slytherins went out in groups.

John seemed alone in the team.

...

Lobby dining.

Looking at the so-called British food, John couldn't help but sigh. Although he has eaten it for so many years, he still can't help but miss the Chinese food occasionally.

Hermione came to John, watched John torture the skinned potatoes with a fork, and couldn't help asking worriedly, "John, are you okay?"

Hermione was worried about John's situation in Slytherin, but she obviously underestimated John.

When John was wondering why some people even ate potato skins, he heard this and said casually: "Of course, don't you see that they are afraid of me."

But in order to comfort Hermione, John decided to let Malfoy down.

Glancing at Malfoy passing by, John reached out and stopped him.

"Malfoy."

Malfoy stopped, watched John approaching vigilantly, and subconsciously took a step back.

Feeling ashamed of himself like this, he became annoyed and said, "Wick, what do you want to do, you..."

"If you dare to say it, I dare to send you to the school hospital again." John smiled kindly, but Malfoy couldn't help but stand up.

John patted him on the shoulder and said in relief: "Don't worry, I'm not a devil after all. We are all classmates. If you don't look up and look down, I won't go too far."

After that, he smiled at the two servants next to Malfoy, causing Crabbe and Goyle to shudder and nod hastily.

"Look, Crabbe and Goyle feel the same way, so let's make up."

Malfoy looked at the two followers and said angrily, "You two idiots."

Looking at John's extended hand, he said stiffly, "I refuse to be your friend, and don't think that you can be arrogant if you defeat me in a sneak attack. Wizards should use magic to decide the outcome, not fists!"

John withdrew his hand indifferently. Hearing what he said, he said immediately: "Well, let's find a place and fight openly. Don't nobles like duels? I'll satisfy you."

That made Malfoy panic, and his neck still hurts to this day.

Immediately, he stopped talking, lowered his head as if he hadn't heard, and left in despair.

John sat back and said to Hermione, who was stunned, "Look, it's all right."

Hermione nodded ignorantly, is that okay?

But Xueba's brain circuit is always special, and she discussed potions with John.

John got dizzy when he heard it, and he finished the food in two or three bites, leaving the potato with the skin on, and left in despair.

After all, he only knew those three, and he knew nothing about the others.

A flock of owls flew into the Great Hall while Neville was given a memory ball.

...

Hogwarts is very good, the class time is short, the rest time is long, and it is closed on Saturdays and Sundays.

Taking advantage of weekends to exercise, John ran by the Black Lake with a stone the size of a human head on his back.

"This feeling of being able to see the increase in magic power is really refreshing."

Seeing the growth of data, John has a feeling that he is playing a game.

He hasn't forgotten the dangers of the Harry Potter world, and campus life won't last long.

He had seen Professor Quirrell in class this week, and remembered the choking stench, which was impressive.

In his previous life, John had seen the movie, so he didn't know much about the original book.

The other plots are almost forgotten. The only thing I remember is that Quirrell has Voldemort on his head.

I didn't recognize him last time at the Leaky Cauldron, but I did this time.

I just don't know how the frightening Dark Lord could bear that stench.

I can't remember the specifics, but I only remember that Quirrell was finally occupied by Voldemort and defeated by Harry.

John secretly said: "This danger cannot be ignored, we must improve our strength as soon as possible."

Reality is not fiction, and even a little danger is enough to be fatal.

Throwing away the stone, looking at the dirty clothes, he thought about where he could get some weight-bearing equipment.

...

The second week of school.

Here comes the second impressive class in the wizarding world.

flying lessons.