I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"Then what do you want to do after you find him?" Ron swallowed hard, appearing very nervous, with a slight tremor in his voice, "Do you want to... kill Black or something?"

Harry didn't speak, but Hermione became anxious first, "Don't say stupid things. Harry doesn't want to kill anyone, does he?"

She just hoped that Harry would be sensible, but unfortunately Harry couldn't.

No matter how much Hermione tried to persuade him, he remained silent.

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Ron proposed to go to Hagna. Today was Christmas, and he must really hope that someone would go there.

Hermione gave him a sharp look, as if she was looking at a fool who couldn't help him.

It's so dangerous outside, what if his son bah... Harry is caught by Black.

In the end, Harry agreed without hesitation, and at the same time hoped that Harry would be in a better mood. The two of them could only accompany him there helplessly and worriedly.

…

The snow turned from small to heavy, and white snow quickly accumulated on the grass, like fine powder.

John was in Hagrid's hut, looking at the investigation letter that was sent, and fell into deep thought.

"Why does Buckbeak's head feel so hanging?" He just remembered that this scene seemed to be in the movie, and he said it with emotion.

Hagrid heard, as if he had seen Buckbeak beheaded, an earth-shattering cry blasting in John's ears.

John covered his ears and glanced at Hagrid enviously.

This physique, this strength, this voice.

It is simply the perfect warrior template.

The abdominal muscles that he had worked hard to build were vulnerable to the raw power of his natural talent.

"Okay Hagrid, isn't there still time?"

He tried to stand on tiptoes so that he could pat Hagrid on the shoulder, but ended up being patted on the belly.

As John comforted Hagrid, there was a knock on the door outside.

He paused and was about to open the door when he saw Hagrid walking over.

Open the door and three furry heads appear.

As soon as John saw the three people, his expression suddenly changed, and he said in horror: "Hagrid, please keep me here!"

He was really afraid that Hagrid would accidentally kill three people in a hug.

Fortunately, he shouted in time, and Hagrid didn't use so much force, but it still caused the three people to scream.

After closing the door, Hagrid threw himself on the table and cried uncontrollably.

John was originally planning to drink some black tea to calm down his shock, but this time, the table almost collapsed and the teacup jumped up.

"John, Hagrid is..." Harry didn't know why Hagrid was so sad.

Obviously it was not like this yesterday at Three Broomsticks.

John pointed to the letter on the table, and Harry picked it up suspiciously.

"We accept Professor Dumbledore's assurance that you are not responsible in this regrettable incident."

Harry wondered: "Isn't this a good thing?"

John gestured for him to look down, and he became even more puzzled when he saw the Ministry of Magic's treatment of Buckbeak.

Isn't it just going to the Dangerous Animals Committee for a hearing? There's nothing to cry about.

Hagrid choked up and said, "You don't know those guys from the Dangerous Animals Committee. They only deal with interesting animals."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise from the corner of the wooden house.

Everyone looked and saw Buckbeak chewing bloody food loudly. The blood on the ground was in sharp contrast to what Hagrid said.

John was speechless. Perhaps in Hagrid's eyes, anything that didn't kill him was considered interesting.

The three little ones also had the same expression. Hermione gave Hagrid advice and wanted to defend Buckbeak.

The same is true for Harry. He was originally thinking about revenge, but after Hagrid howled at his throat, he turned into how to help.

Ron and Hermione had expected Harry to blame Hagrid for not telling him the truth about Black, but Harry couldn't bear to do that.

In a way, Hagrid looked after Harry like a father, how could he say that.

Hagrid felt that there was no point in defending, as he seemed to have seen the 'lovable' Buckbeak head split apart.

Sadness and fear lingered in the big man.

John tried to put the rock cake into his mouth. He felt like he was eating tasteless rocks, which made him frown.

"What did Dumbledore say, Hagrid?"

After hearing John's words, Hagrid finally stopped crying and sobbed: "He has done too much for me, and he has many things in his hands. Dementors, Aurors, and Sirius..."

After saying that, Hagrid felt sad again and howled: "My poor Buckbeak——"

"Well, maybe there's another way."

As soon as John finished speaking, everyone looked at him.

Just when he was about to smile confidently, he suddenly remembered something.

There was something wrong with my right hand, but it wasn't a big deal.

But the embarrassing thing is that Johnny Silverhand writes with his right hand.

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Chapter 141 Firebolt and Meteor Shoes

The vest is temporarily unavailable, and the handwriting on John's left and right hands is different. This is so that people will not associate Johnny Silverhand with John Wick.

John Wick also has connections that can be solved, but Damo Alex won't go to the Ministry of Magic for a hippogriff, that's his pride.

Tang Mi is the security captain of Johnny Silverhand's store. He is strong enough, but in order for the Ministry of Magic to gain face, he has to be the one behind him.

"Forget it, there's still a while, don't be in a hurry."

Buckbeak's judgment day was April 24, several months away.

John left Hagrid's cabin because Hagrid was crying too loudly.

Outside in the snowdrift, three little guys, one big and two small, were buried in the snowdrift with only one butt left.

Yaya got up first and pulled out the other two one by one, just like pulling out a carrot.

I don’t know what kind of game they are playing by burying their heads in the snow.

After brushing off the snow on his body, John looked up at the sky and said, "It seems that the Animagus will not be completed within these two months."

As expected, John left a row of footprints in the snow.

the next day.

The three little ones were actively looking for defense materials and spent time in the library.

Just like the search for Nico LeMay as a freshman.

John didn't go out either.

Obtained two unicorn horns from Hagrid, which were still in Hagrid's inventory. He was in a bad mood and had no intention of going to the Forbidden Forest.

John also thought about whether to go to the Forbidden Forest to find unicorns, but unicorns are very sensitive. According to many legends, only pure virgins are allowed to touch unicorns.

Any malice will be detected by unicorns. They are holy and sensitive, and wands made of unicorn hair are also the wands least suitable for black magic.

Grind the unicorn horn into powder and add it to the crucible. The bubbling liquid turns from green to milky white.

Taking a sip, John swallowed it expressionlessly.

There is another pair of shoes on the table, these are John's flying shoes.

He grew up very fast, and his flying shoes were specially made to be bigger, and now they look cramped on his feet.

He also wanted to upgrade his flying shoes, so he simply eliminated the original pair.

The upgraded Feitian shoes are named Meteor shoes, which are strengthened on the original basis and are faster, higher and stronger.

Putting on the shoes, they were quite big. John knocked the heels against each other, and the shoes shrank against his skin.

It's like wearing no shoes, soft and tough.

Ordinary crushing spells couldn't destroy it, and John was very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

Adding runes to the shoes represents Ehwaz, the transport horse.

This makes John feel smooth no matter what kind of rough road he is on.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The scene in the Room of Requirement changed rapidly, and a race track appeared.

John jumped on the spot twice, getting ready.

Stomping his foot hard on the ground, his body turned into an arrow.

His speed was very fast. As the number of running steps increased, the meteor patterns on the surface of the shoes gradually lit up. When they were all lit up, he reached the limit and looked like he was flying on a flat surface.

Put it outside, it's almost supercar speed.

After a lap, John took a breath.

"Test flight."

Little fluttering wings appeared on the side of the shoe. John jumped lightly and flew up.

He adjusted his body direction and accelerated his flight. After completing a circle, he straightened his messed up hair.

By some estimates, the speed of Meteor Shoes has exceeded that of most flying broomsticks on the market, and is estimated to be comparable to that of Firebolts.

"I don't know how fast the Firebolt is."

After landing, the cute little wings on the shoes disappeared, and John snapped his fingers again.

The track melted away like ice, revealing Gryffindor's secret chamber.

After he became the heir of Gryffindor, he also learned the magic of changing the Room of Requirement.

Although there is no Sword of Gryffindor, the Room of Requirement is enough to satisfy John.

The greatest piece of magic in Hogwarts must be the Room of Requirement.

It is the brainchild of the Big Four.

…

Christmas.

Tom was almost overwhelmed by the gifts and struggled to get out.

There was a mountain of gifts, some from John Wick, more from Johnny Silverhand.

The little wizard from Slytherin sent John many gifts, including some from his uncle.

Parents also sent gifts, Watson Wick sent a chirping toy bird, and Mrs. Wick sent a finely crafted pocket watch.

After reading Dad's thousand-word essay, excluding the daily trivial matters, the basic idea is to ask John to make him a wand, even if there is no wand core.

John curled his lips, this old man could only open his mouth and ask for it.

Then it came from my uncle.

On my grandfather's side, plus Mrs. Wick, there were twelve children.

All I can say is that it makes no sense to be physically strong and still be so energetic when you are old.

Three girls and nine boys, which means John has nine uncles and two aunts.

Last time it was my uncle who sent gifts, but this time all nine uncles and two aunts sent them.

Fortunately, there are no dangerous items, at most they are like some matryoshka dolls and the like. Well, there are also daggers pointing at tigers and the like, which are quite normal compared to guns.

The most practical one was Uncle Andre, the one who took John hunting.

He sent a large box of meat. Fortunately, it was a cold day, so John didn't have to worry about the smell.