Chapter 168
He was not modest. He estimated that Dumbledore's magic power was level 7, and he was definitely the top powerhouse in the wizarding world.
You must know that the professors in the college are probably at level 4 or 5. Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick are close to level 6 or 6, but definitely not level 7.
This is a chasm that few can cross.
He was only level 4, and with the help of ancient magic and limited gloves, he was able to use that blow.
And just because it has a wide range, it doesn't mean it's powerful.
That is to say, the wizard who caused trouble was not strong enough, so he was defeated so easily.
The gap between him and Dumbledore is too big.
I looked at the experience points and saw that I was still one hundred points away from reaching level 5.
John rubbed the ring with his fingers, and when he reached level 5, he might be able to be more tough.
The car stopped outside King's Cross Station, and Tang Mi took out John's luggage.
"I can just go up there myself."
John waved his hand and asked Tang Mi to go back.
Tang Mi nodded and watched John leave.
Walking into the station, John walked into platform nine and three-quarters without meeting anyone he knew.
On the train, he found a car and sat down.
Tom swung his tail and ran out of the car.
John let it slide, closing his eyes and thinking.
There would be a Triwizard Tournament this term, but it wasn't John's priority.
He knew that Voldemort's return could not change him, so all he could do was to reduce Voldemort's strength as much as possible.
In John's guess, Voldemort and Dumbledore belong to the same echelon. Perhaps his strength is worse than the current Dumbledore, but it is not easy for Dumbledore to kill him.
More importantly.
Dumbledore is old.
Voldemort had calculated everything, but he was still only over sixty years old, while Dumbledore was already over a hundred years old.
Even if a wizard is physically strong, he is still in a period of decline at this age.
Voldemort's age happened to be the period when magic was at its most powerful.
The exhausted Phoenix faced off against the peak Viper.
The distance between the two is time.
Dumbledore is younger, maybe Voldemort is not so scary.
Unfortunately there is no if.
Finger caressing the ring, John mentally considered several of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
As a time traveler, he has forgotten a lot of the plot, but he remembers some things.
Such as Snape's infatuation and sacrifice, the Deathly Hallows, the protagonist group, and the Horcruxes.
If the Horcrux is not destroyed, even killing Voldemort a few more times will not help.
In his impression, in addition to Nagini, there were also relics of the founder of the Fourth Academy.
In addition to the Sword of Gryffindor, all are relics of the other three founders.
It's a pity that for these three things, John vaguely remembered that Slytherin's locket seemed to be in a cave.
He had no clue about the cave.
It is speculated that it is either near the orphanage where Tom Riddle used to stay, or near the house where Voldemort's biological father once lived.
"It would be nice if there was an instrument that could detect Horcruxes."
After thinking about it, John stopped stroking the ring.
Opening your eyes, the carriage door was opened.
"John!"
After Daphne was pleasantly surprised, she remembered her own image and immediately turned back to the noble and glamorous young lady.
She sat down next to John, thinking that this was a space for two people, and it was indeed right to leave her sister in another car.
However, the happiness lasted only three seconds. The carriage door opened again and Malfoy walked in proudly.
As soon as he sat down, he noticed that he felt a little cold.
Looking up, Daphne's eyes almost burst into flames.
Malfoy shuddered and was just thinking about how to leave without being rude when he saw the door open again.
Goyle, the idiot, sat in with a pile of food and blocked Malfoy's way out.
The air pressure in the carriage dropped again, but Gower, a rough guy, couldn't notice it.
The raindrops pattered against the car window outside, and Malfoy really wanted to kick Goyle out.
The carriage door was destined to be restless today, as it was opened again.
This time it was Crabbe, and he said excitedly: "I saw Potter."
When Malfoy heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and Goyle didn't even bother to eat.
The three people immediately walked out of the carriage, Malfoy's arrogant voice still sounded.
"Actually, my father considered sending me to Durmstrang..."
Daphne secretly clenched her fists and finally returned to the world of two people.
Thinking about what she should say, she put a strand of hair behind her left ear and opened her mouth: "Make an appointment..."
"Crash."
The door opened again.
Daphne: It's not over, right?
Unfortunately, it was Heinrich who came in this time.
John said: "I thought you would go back to Durmstrang to confirm."
Heinrich said calmly: "No need. Although Karkaroff is stupid, he is not a fool."
Igor Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang.
But in Heinrich's mouth, he was just a stupid and timid guy.
Not even the slightest respect for it.
Edgar believes in the strong, and Karkaroff is not a strong person.
"He joined the Death Eaters with my uncle. Unfortunately, he escaped in the most cowardly way."
Heinrich was very disdainful of Karkaroff. Although he also disliked that uncle, a man who chose to betray his companions to gain freedom was even more disgusting.
Daphne was curious, Heinrich rarely talked about Edgar.
Among pure bloods, Edgar was also an outlier, so she asked: "Heinrich, can you tell me about your family?"
"Family? There is nothing to say," Heinrich's expression remained indifferent and he said like an outsider: "My grandfather followed Grindelwald, and because of that man, there were only two men left in that generation. "
"My uncle was very talented and ambitious. After losing to Voldemort, he willingly followed him and became a Death Eater. He never returned to the family until his downfall."
Edgar is proud to follow the strong, and they are known as the strong's lieutenants, because they will pay with their lives for a person they identify.
He didn't look down upon his uncle, he just felt that he had chosen the wrong person.
After talking about family matters, the rain outside became heavier and heavier.
The Hogwarts train gradually slowed down and entered Hogsmeade Station.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and Hagrid's tall figure appeared at the station every year.
He waved hello to John.
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Chapter 191 Fourth Grade and Sorting Ceremony
The carriage passes through a gate flanked by winged boar sculptures.
Mud splashed on the wide road, and strong winds shook the carriage with five people inside.
Heinrich looked pale and sickly, and Daphne was reading a small pink notebook.
Malfoy grinned as he thought about how to humiliate Potter later.
Astoria looked at her sister studying there with an expressionless face, and she thought she was learning some advanced magic.
Only she knew that it was a recipe she bought from nowhere.
John raised his eyes and looked out the window.
The rain was caught in the strong wind and the trees had deep shadows.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and the carriage stopped beside the stone steps in front of the oak door of Hogwarts.
John stood up and walked out, the rain changing direction just before it touched him.
Other people in the car got out one after another, and they were not seen holding umbrellas. The rain avoided them.
In the foyer, the students who were originally talking about the holidays shut up when they saw this scene.
Especially the Slytherin students, their eyes were fiery and they looked at a few people as if they were seeing some idols.
"Look, John Wick, I wonder if I can have a word with him."
"Don't be stupid, haven't you seen who is around him?"
"Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin's well-deserved house beauty, the smartest woman!"
"Heinrich Edgar, the second most powerful person in Slytherin, the Dark Lord's deputy family in all generations."
"Draco Malfoy, the core player of Slytherin Quidditch, flew for two and a half years. Although he didn't catch the Golden Snitch in the end, my God, he was looking at me!"
The whispers were mixed with words of adoration, handsomeness, and elegance.
Malfoy was very useful at first, but when he heard what happened later, he immediately burst into tears.
He looked at those people who were whispering with murderous eyes, not to mention losing to Potter, we are still good friends.
I quite liked you.
Ouch, what are you doing——
Stroking his carefully styled middle-parted hair sadly, Malfoy vowed to get his place back.
Astoria felt like she shouldn't be here because the sight of people around her put a lot of pressure on her.
Daphne noticed something strange about her, reached out to hold her sister's little hand, and whispered: "Are you okay, Astoria?"
The warmth from her hands freed her from the pressure. Astoria glanced at her sister gratefully, and then her eyes fell on the pink recipe that was hugged tightly.
Astoria:…
Peeves, who was hiding above and preparing to hit the water ball, just raised it when he saw the familiar black color below.
He shivered with fright and the water ball slipped down.
Before he was about to touch John, he caught it with his face.
"Mr. Wick."
Peeves hangs upside down and bows like a waiter.
John saw Peeves and smiled: "Have you washed your hair?"
Peeves looked embarrassed, then crawled into the wall.
After he left, the wizard who came in was miserable.
