Chapter 14 The Great Sword and the Ghost
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Mr. Barrow."
John lifted the Disillusionment Charm due to his proximity to the Slytherin lounge.
However, John was not embarrassed by being caught traveling at night, but was curious about what the bloody Barrow was doing here.
Staring at the night outside, the blood man Baro had thoughts in his eyes.
"It's you, the Slytherin who slipped out."
The Bloody Baron was a terrifying ghost, with hollow eyes, a thin face, and silvery blood stains on his robes.
Peeves was not afraid of anything but this ghost, to the point where he trembled when he heard its name.
John could see that the blood on Barrow the Bloody Man represented a past event. Although he was curious, he didn't mean to reveal other people's scars.
It seemed that the Bloody Baro knew that someone often sneaked out, but he didn't know who it was.
John nodded, and the bloody Baro looked him up and down, with a strange expression on his face.
After all, anyone who saw a wizard with a big sword on his back would be surprised. The bloody Baro asked, "What are you going out for?"
"Practice, I think you need to work harder to be worthy of Slytherin."
There are never too many nice words, John's words made the blood man Baro shake his head, "You are very hardworking, but I think you are more like a..."
Gryffindor.
He didn't finish his sentence, it was too similar.
When the blood man Barrow was alive, he was in the period of the Big Four. He killed Helena Ravenclaw due to his unsuccessful pursuit of Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter Helena Ravenclaw. Sad and remorseful, he chose to commit suicide to end himself.
So he met Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor, who was also obsessed with swordsmanship and fighting. For this reason, he specially asked the goblin to forge a silver sword.
It's just that the silver sword produced was too perfect, which made the goblin greedy, and Godric Gryffindor had to fight the goblin.
The result is obvious. Although the goblins have always claimed that Gryffindor stole their swords, none of the goblins dared to come to Hogwarts to claim it back.
Compared to Salazar Slytherin, John is exactly what Godric Gryffindor looked like when he was young.
Merlin's beard.
Who knows if the old hat is broken, and it will send a replica of Gryffindor to Slytherin.
"I'm here to tell you that it's dangerous to have other things at night, so be careful."
Withdrawing his thoughts, the blood man Baro hasn't said so many words for a long time.
John thought about it and thought of Quirrell.
Judging from the Marauder's Map, Quirrell often leaves Hogwarts.
Bloodman Barrow is the most special one among the ghosts of the four courtyards. He has the ability of invisibility.
It should have discovered something, so it came to warn.
"I know Mr. Barrow, and I'll be careful."
He didn't refuse the ghost's kindness, and John couldn't wait to take out the Marauder's Map when he returned to the room.
"I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions!"
A map of Hogwarts appeared on the parchment, and John saw Quirrell's name, except for professors like Snape who caught students.
Quirrell's name bypassed the patrolling professor and Filch, and left towards the outside of Hogwarts Castle.
"Where is he going?"
John was puzzled. Quirrell left the castle in the middle of the night. Where was he going?
It's a pity that the location shown on the map is limited to Hogwarts, and further places such as the Forbidden Forest cannot be displayed.
"Is it going to the Forbidden Forest?"
After thinking about it, John felt that if he hadn't left Hogwarts, there would be only one direction for Quirrell, and that was the Forbidden Forest.
There are many magical creatures in the forbidden forest, including werewolves and centaurs, and pure unicorns.
"The Bloody Baron said it was dangerous, did he mean Voldemort?"
Thinking of Voldemort, John's sense of crisis strengthened.
Although this second-generation Dark Lord did not have the same influence as the first-generation Dark Lord to spread throughout Europe, Voldemort has no lower limit.
For his own benefit, Voldemort has never said that he is polite, righteous and shameless, even if he casts the death curse on a baby, he will not feel the slightest shame.
As long as Voldemort has the bearing of a generation of Dark Lords, John will not be afraid at Hogwarts.
"No, we still need to strengthen!"
Putting his big ears over Tom's eyes, John didn't want to pin his hopes on vague prophecies.
The ghost knows whether the prophecy is true or not, besides, Hogwarts is not without people dying.
...
October 10st, Charms.
The sweetness of roasted pumpkin filled the hallway, and the class was listening in pairs to Professor Flitwick's gist of the Levitation Charm.
John could clearly see Goyle and Crabbe's Adam's apple swallowing, and Malfoy was in his group, so it can be said that the road to enemies is narrow.
This made Malfoy tense all the time, as if he was afraid that John would suddenly pick up his wand and stick it into his eyeball.
Professor Flitwick stood on a makeshift booster chair made of books, pointing to the students in a high-pitched voice.
"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!"
"Swipe, shake, remember, waving and shaking, reciting the spell is also very important, don't forget Wizard Baluffeo..."
As the head of Ravenclaw and the professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick is undoubtedly very good.
He can't wait to tear apart a spell and crumble it up and feed it to the students bit by bit. He is a very good teacher.
I heard that the young Professor Flitwick was once the champion of the duel competition, and he is quite capable.
After Professor Flitwick made the main points, the students began to practice.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Malfoy's wand was almost poking John in the face, and the feathers on the table remained unmoved, leaving John speechless.
He comforted softly and patiently: "Malfoy, if you poke my hand again, I'll put my wand in your ear."
The threatening words made Malfoy's body stiff, but the pride of the pure-blood nobleman did not allow him to bow his head to the mudblood, and he said dissatisfiedly, "You do what you want."
"Sorry, I really can."
John shrugged, gracefully took out his wand, and pointed it at the feather on the table.
With a flick of the wrist, "Wingardium Leviosa (Wingardium Leviosa)"
Under everyone's gaze, the feather flew up.
Guided by John's wand, the feather flew towards Professor Flitwick, and landed in the professor's hand precisely and gently.
"marvelous--!"
Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly, and his voice became even thinner, "Look at Mr. Wick's elegant and perfect success, 10 points for Slytherin!"
Hermione, who was already confident, had already practiced the position of Gryffindor.
So for this floating spell, she is completely sure to complete it.
It's just that she, who was assigned to Ron, couldn't bear Ron's savage waving, and when she was about to release the correct spell, John got ahead of her.
Looking at the precisely controlled feathers, Hermione felt a little depressed, and she happened to have a perfect object to vent these emotions.
So Ron was unfortunately in a bad mood under Hermione's emotional teaching.
After class, in the crowded corridor.
Ron complained to Harry: "No wonder everyone can't stand her, she's just a nightmare."
This was heard by Hermione, and she was even more aggrieved. She was obviously helping Ron, but she was rejected.
Sad, she didn't wait for John, she wanted to find a place to cry.
Weaving through the crowd, she bumped into Harry.
Harry found her crying, and now that he had changed his mind about Hermione, he thought Ron had gone too far.
"I think she heard you."
Ron also saw Hermione's sad expression, and the little boy's self-esteem made him insist: "So what, she must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends."
"Ron, you shouldn't have said that." Harry said to Ron seriously.
All the good friends spoke, so Ron had to bow his head and leave in a dull voice, and said in a low voice, "Well, actually, she has friends, and John is."
...
John lifted the Disillusionment Charm due to his proximity to the Slytherin lounge.
However, John was not embarrassed by being caught traveling at night, but was curious about what the bloody Barrow was doing here.
Staring at the night outside, the blood man Baro had thoughts in his eyes.
"It's you, the Slytherin who slipped out."
The Bloody Baron was a terrifying ghost, with hollow eyes, a thin face, and silvery blood stains on his robes.
Peeves was not afraid of anything but this ghost, to the point where he trembled when he heard its name.
John could see that the blood on Barrow the Bloody Man represented a past event. Although he was curious, he didn't mean to reveal other people's scars.
It seemed that the Bloody Baro knew that someone often sneaked out, but he didn't know who it was.
John nodded, and the bloody Baro looked him up and down, with a strange expression on his face.
After all, anyone who saw a wizard with a big sword on his back would be surprised. The bloody Baro asked, "What are you going out for?"
"Practice, I think you need to work harder to be worthy of Slytherin."
There are never too many nice words, John's words made the blood man Baro shake his head, "You are very hardworking, but I think you are more like a..."
Gryffindor.
He didn't finish his sentence, it was too similar.
When the blood man Barrow was alive, he was in the period of the Big Four. He killed Helena Ravenclaw due to his unsuccessful pursuit of Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter Helena Ravenclaw. Sad and remorseful, he chose to commit suicide to end himself.
So he met Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor, who was also obsessed with swordsmanship and fighting. For this reason, he specially asked the goblin to forge a silver sword.
It's just that the silver sword produced was too perfect, which made the goblin greedy, and Godric Gryffindor had to fight the goblin.
The result is obvious. Although the goblins have always claimed that Gryffindor stole their swords, none of the goblins dared to come to Hogwarts to claim it back.
Compared to Salazar Slytherin, John is exactly what Godric Gryffindor looked like when he was young.
Merlin's beard.
Who knows if the old hat is broken, and it will send a replica of Gryffindor to Slytherin.
"I'm here to tell you that it's dangerous to have other things at night, so be careful."
Withdrawing his thoughts, the blood man Baro hasn't said so many words for a long time.
John thought about it and thought of Quirrell.
Judging from the Marauder's Map, Quirrell often leaves Hogwarts.
Bloodman Barrow is the most special one among the ghosts of the four courtyards. He has the ability of invisibility.
It should have discovered something, so it came to warn.
"I know Mr. Barrow, and I'll be careful."
He didn't refuse the ghost's kindness, and John couldn't wait to take out the Marauder's Map when he returned to the room.
"I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions!"
A map of Hogwarts appeared on the parchment, and John saw Quirrell's name, except for professors like Snape who caught students.
Quirrell's name bypassed the patrolling professor and Filch, and left towards the outside of Hogwarts Castle.
"Where is he going?"
John was puzzled. Quirrell left the castle in the middle of the night. Where was he going?
It's a pity that the location shown on the map is limited to Hogwarts, and further places such as the Forbidden Forest cannot be displayed.
"Is it going to the Forbidden Forest?"
After thinking about it, John felt that if he hadn't left Hogwarts, there would be only one direction for Quirrell, and that was the Forbidden Forest.
There are many magical creatures in the forbidden forest, including werewolves and centaurs, and pure unicorns.
"The Bloody Baron said it was dangerous, did he mean Voldemort?"
Thinking of Voldemort, John's sense of crisis strengthened.
Although this second-generation Dark Lord did not have the same influence as the first-generation Dark Lord to spread throughout Europe, Voldemort has no lower limit.
For his own benefit, Voldemort has never said that he is polite, righteous and shameless, even if he casts the death curse on a baby, he will not feel the slightest shame.
As long as Voldemort has the bearing of a generation of Dark Lords, John will not be afraid at Hogwarts.
"No, we still need to strengthen!"
Putting his big ears over Tom's eyes, John didn't want to pin his hopes on vague prophecies.
The ghost knows whether the prophecy is true or not, besides, Hogwarts is not without people dying.
...
October 10st, Charms.
The sweetness of roasted pumpkin filled the hallway, and the class was listening in pairs to Professor Flitwick's gist of the Levitation Charm.
John could clearly see Goyle and Crabbe's Adam's apple swallowing, and Malfoy was in his group, so it can be said that the road to enemies is narrow.
This made Malfoy tense all the time, as if he was afraid that John would suddenly pick up his wand and stick it into his eyeball.
Professor Flitwick stood on a makeshift booster chair made of books, pointing to the students in a high-pitched voice.
"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!"
"Swipe, shake, remember, waving and shaking, reciting the spell is also very important, don't forget Wizard Baluffeo..."
As the head of Ravenclaw and the professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick is undoubtedly very good.
He can't wait to tear apart a spell and crumble it up and feed it to the students bit by bit. He is a very good teacher.
I heard that the young Professor Flitwick was once the champion of the duel competition, and he is quite capable.
After Professor Flitwick made the main points, the students began to practice.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Malfoy's wand was almost poking John in the face, and the feathers on the table remained unmoved, leaving John speechless.
He comforted softly and patiently: "Malfoy, if you poke my hand again, I'll put my wand in your ear."
The threatening words made Malfoy's body stiff, but the pride of the pure-blood nobleman did not allow him to bow his head to the mudblood, and he said dissatisfiedly, "You do what you want."
"Sorry, I really can."
John shrugged, gracefully took out his wand, and pointed it at the feather on the table.
With a flick of the wrist, "Wingardium Leviosa (Wingardium Leviosa)"
Under everyone's gaze, the feather flew up.
Guided by John's wand, the feather flew towards Professor Flitwick, and landed in the professor's hand precisely and gently.
"marvelous--!"
Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly, and his voice became even thinner, "Look at Mr. Wick's elegant and perfect success, 10 points for Slytherin!"
Hermione, who was already confident, had already practiced the position of Gryffindor.
So for this floating spell, she is completely sure to complete it.
It's just that she, who was assigned to Ron, couldn't bear Ron's savage waving, and when she was about to release the correct spell, John got ahead of her.
Looking at the precisely controlled feathers, Hermione felt a little depressed, and she happened to have a perfect object to vent these emotions.
So Ron was unfortunately in a bad mood under Hermione's emotional teaching.
After class, in the crowded corridor.
Ron complained to Harry: "No wonder everyone can't stand her, she's just a nightmare."
This was heard by Hermione, and she was even more aggrieved. She was obviously helping Ron, but she was rejected.
Sad, she didn't wait for John, she wanted to find a place to cry.
Weaving through the crowd, she bumped into Harry.
Harry found her crying, and now that he had changed his mind about Hermione, he thought Ron had gone too far.
"I think she heard you."
Ron also saw Hermione's sad expression, and the little boy's self-esteem made him insist: "So what, she must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends."
"Ron, you shouldn't have said that." Harry said to Ron seriously.
All the good friends spoke, so Ron had to bow his head and leave in a dull voice, and said in a low voice, "Well, actually, she has friends, and John is."
...
