Chapter 33 The Academy Cup and Gryffindor
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"who!"
It was too late when Voldemort found out.
John's sword slashed towards his hand holding the Philosopher's Stone without hesitation.
A flying arm didn't have much blood, but shriveled quickly.
"come out!"
Voldemort swung his wand with his remaining hand, and a green light shot towards John.
John's prepared side roll dodges the next forward sprint.
The big sword in his hand swung like a windmill, and chopped off Voldemort's other hand.
With his wand drawn, John delivered the final blow.
Aiming at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a dazzling white light.
"Reducto"
Voldemort's frail body shattered at this moment, and John sat down on his buttocks.
"Fortunately, his current state is not as good as that of the Forbidden Forest."
John's set is extremely chic, but it actually consumes a lot of mind.
Especially when he hid from the green light, he knew he had made a mistake.
If Voldemort's body had been better, if Voldemort hadn't let down his vigilance because he had the chance to win, that blow just now would have been enough to kill him.
Fortunately, John's many days of training made him escape instinctively.
After sitting for a while, John looked at the struggling Harry.
Voldemort is dead, but magic is still there.
He went to pick up the Sorcerer's Stone.
From Harry's point of view, Voldemort was like fighting a ghost. His arms were cut off in just a moment, and then his body exploded.
He was still in doubt when he saw the Sorcerer's Stone floating up.
"Is that you, Professor Dumbledore?"
Harry looked expectantly at the location of the Philosopher's Stone. John was about to speak, when the dead Voldemort condensed into a puff of black smoke and flew towards Harry with a hideous face.
"Stop!"
Without thinking, John threw his weapon at the black smoke to stop it.
But this black smoke was not real, the flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.
Harry screamed again, his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.
The black smoke had cleared when John came to him. He called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.
"It won't hang up, will it?"
Looking at Harry in disbelief, John slapped the savior in the face several times. Seeing that there was no response, he took out a lot of potions and prepared to try them one by one.
"I think Harry Potter is just overly frightened."
A mellow and old voice sounded, John looked up, and Dumbledore appeared here.
He looked like he had just come back from outside.
"John Wick, I think you can lift the Disillusionment Charm."
After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.
After the release, he revealed his figure, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Professor Dumbledore."
Dumbledore said with relief in his eyes, "It seems that you have chosen the right path, and you have not been blinded by power."
There was a sudden look in John's eyes, and it turned out that the old man knew what he and Quirrell had learned.
It seems that all of this is under the control of the other party, maybe he didn't leave the school at all, but he was a bit unnecessary.
He said respectfully, "It's all well taught by the school."
In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore also rushed back.
It was not long ago that he knew that someone had entered the Sorcerer's Stone. If John hadn't come in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.
Dumbledore picked Harry up, and the flames dissipated with a wave of his hand.
"Let's just take Harry to the school hospital. Poor Harry wonders if he'll make it to the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw."
John nodded, and just as he was leaving, he blinked, seemingly still holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.
Glancing at Dumbledore as if he didn't notice, John hesitated for a while before asking, "Professor, what about the Philosopher's Stone?"
Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile on his face: "I'm glad you will be an honest boy, remember our agreement, I don't think my old friend Nicole Flamel would mind if his Philosopher's Stone was Some little wizard used it for a while."
Nico Flamel!
John stopped in surprise, staring blankly like a Niffler who had lost money.
...
6 month 9 day.
Three days have passed since the incident, and John's mood still hasn't calmed down.
"Mix dragon's blood with wetland soil, and scrape some powder off the horns with a silver rubbing knife..."
The bright red stone was placed on the table, and John was refining amulets with dragon blood and some materials.
Beneath his careful carving, a medallion of stars encircling the wand gradually emerged.
John took out a pen barrel made of snowy owl feathers with a silver tip.
Engraving is performed on it, and runes are engraved on it.
"The last step."
After wiping off his sweat, John put pieces of badges into the crucible to soak.
Throw the magic stone in and stir for a while, the water in the pot turns red and then black again.
Finally, the water in the cauldron became clear, and John took out the badge and the Philosopher's Stone inside.
The badge looks like a river of stars. He wears it on his chest. There are three spells on it that can resist three damages. There are also six vacant positions for filling magic in the future. The badges can sense each other.
He made nine in total, and John put away the other eight.
Looking at the larger crucible beside the others, John opened a gap in the crucible, and the melted silver water in it was almost full.
Throwing in the fire dragon blood and the remaining horn of the unicorn one after another, John closed it and waited until it was completely melted.
He poured the silver water into the mold that had been prepared, and the sound of sizzling kept ringing.
After it was completely cooled, John knocked open the mold, and a silver long sword appeared inside.
Throw the cooled sword back into the cauldron, throwing the Philosopher's Stone in at the same time.
John nervously watched the occasional changes in the cauldron.
"I sold everything I could to get this mithril. Don't fail."
Under the extremely nervous gaze, the changes in the crucible stopped.
He opened the cauldron with full expectation, but the situation inside made his face freeze.
"Failed."
The sword in the crucible turned golden, which is the effect of the magic stone turning everything into gold.
But John doesn't want to turn stone into gold, he wants to improve the quality of this sword.
With a look of disappointment on his face, John sighed and said, "Even with the Sorcerer's Stone, it is still too difficult to refine the sword of Gryffindor."
Taking out the golden sword, John thought he could sell it for some money.
Looking at the time, it was already the year-end banquet.
John had no choice but to put his things away, put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.
Very lively today.
In the auditorium, Harry came out of the school hospital, but he was a little depressed after learning that he lost the game against Ravenclaw due to his absence.
The green and silver of Slytherin adorn the Great Hall, where they have won the House Cup seven times in a row.
John sat in the seat of Slytherin, glanced at Malfoy's airy appearance, and then looked at Gryffindor who was 160 points lower than Slytherin.
If it weren't for Malfoy, it really might be who won.
Dumbledore spoke on it, and when Slytherin No. 1 was mentioned, Slytherin burst into thunderous cheers and stomps, and John contributed a share.
"Yeah, yeah, well done, Slytherin."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement, and just when everyone thought he was going to declare victory, he changed his subject: "However, several recent events must also be taken into account."
The auditorium fell silent, Slytherin felt something was wrong, and Malfoy's smile faded.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have the last points to allocate, let me see, right..."
"First, Mr. Ron Weasley, he won the best game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, for which I award Gryffindor House 50 points."
"Secondly, Miss Hermione Granger, for her calm logical reasoning in the face of the fire, I want to reward Gryffindor House with 50 points."
"Thirdly, Harry Potter, he has shown fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I will also reward Gryffindor College with 60 points!"
reverse.
Shocking reversal!
Gryffindor, who was originally lagging behind, suddenly tied with Slytherin. The contribution of the three little ones made Hogwarts roar with cheers.
Dumbledore raised a hand for silence and said with a smile, "There are many types of courage."
"We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, but it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends."
"Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with 10 points!"
Explosion, total explosion!
Slytherin shouted shady, while the other branches celebrated as if Hogwarts was going to be overthrown.
Malfoy had already expressed his displeasure by knocking on the table with a goblet, and everyone in the Slytherins looked gloomy.
Gryffindor's score came first, and everyone except Slytherin seemed to be satisfied with the result.
John couldn't help complaining: "Gryffindor, you really have a lot of points."
Just add it, right?
As if the matter was about to be settled, John couldn't help shaking his head pitifully when he saw the dean's stiff smile.
"Quiet, everyone please be quiet."
Dumbledore spoke again, but instead of announcing the result, he looked at John.
"Finally, Mr. John Wick..."
It was too late when Voldemort found out.
John's sword slashed towards his hand holding the Philosopher's Stone without hesitation.
A flying arm didn't have much blood, but shriveled quickly.
"come out!"
Voldemort swung his wand with his remaining hand, and a green light shot towards John.
John's prepared side roll dodges the next forward sprint.
The big sword in his hand swung like a windmill, and chopped off Voldemort's other hand.
With his wand drawn, John delivered the final blow.
Aiming at Voldemort's chest, the wand shot out a dazzling white light.
"Reducto"
Voldemort's frail body shattered at this moment, and John sat down on his buttocks.
"Fortunately, his current state is not as good as that of the Forbidden Forest."
John's set is extremely chic, but it actually consumes a lot of mind.
Especially when he hid from the green light, he knew he had made a mistake.
If Voldemort's body had been better, if Voldemort hadn't let down his vigilance because he had the chance to win, that blow just now would have been enough to kill him.
Fortunately, John's many days of training made him escape instinctively.
After sitting for a while, John looked at the struggling Harry.
Voldemort is dead, but magic is still there.
He went to pick up the Sorcerer's Stone.
From Harry's point of view, Voldemort was like fighting a ghost. His arms were cut off in just a moment, and then his body exploded.
He was still in doubt when he saw the Sorcerer's Stone floating up.
"Is that you, Professor Dumbledore?"
Harry looked expectantly at the location of the Philosopher's Stone. John was about to speak, when the dead Voldemort condensed into a puff of black smoke and flew towards Harry with a hideous face.
"Stop!"
Without thinking, John threw his weapon at the black smoke to stop it.
But this black smoke was not real, the flying sword passed through the black smoke, and the black smoke passed through Harry.
Harry screamed again, his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.
The black smoke had cleared when John came to him. He called Harry's name several times, but there was no response.
"It won't hang up, will it?"
Looking at Harry in disbelief, John slapped the savior in the face several times. Seeing that there was no response, he took out a lot of potions and prepared to try them one by one.
"I think Harry Potter is just overly frightened."
A mellow and old voice sounded, John looked up, and Dumbledore appeared here.
He looked like he had just come back from outside.
"John Wick, I think you can lift the Disillusionment Charm."
After being reminded, John remembered that he was still invisible.
After the release, he revealed his figure, scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Professor Dumbledore."
Dumbledore said with relief in his eyes, "It seems that you have chosen the right path, and you have not been blinded by power."
There was a sudden look in John's eyes, and it turned out that the old man knew what he and Quirrell had learned.
It seems that all of this is under the control of the other party, maybe he didn't leave the school at all, but he was a bit unnecessary.
He said respectfully, "It's all well taught by the school."
In fact, John didn't know that Dumbledore also rushed back.
It was not long ago that he knew that someone had entered the Sorcerer's Stone. If John hadn't come in time, Voldemort would have succeeded.
Dumbledore picked Harry up, and the flames dissipated with a wave of his hand.
"Let's just take Harry to the school hospital. Poor Harry wonders if he'll make it to the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw."
John nodded, and just as he was leaving, he blinked, seemingly still holding the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.
Glancing at Dumbledore as if he didn't notice, John hesitated for a while before asking, "Professor, what about the Philosopher's Stone?"
Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile on his face: "I'm glad you will be an honest boy, remember our agreement, I don't think my old friend Nicole Flamel would mind if his Philosopher's Stone was Some little wizard used it for a while."
Nico Flamel!
John stopped in surprise, staring blankly like a Niffler who had lost money.
...
6 month 9 day.
Three days have passed since the incident, and John's mood still hasn't calmed down.
"Mix dragon's blood with wetland soil, and scrape some powder off the horns with a silver rubbing knife..."
The bright red stone was placed on the table, and John was refining amulets with dragon blood and some materials.
Beneath his careful carving, a medallion of stars encircling the wand gradually emerged.
John took out a pen barrel made of snowy owl feathers with a silver tip.
Engraving is performed on it, and runes are engraved on it.
"The last step."
After wiping off his sweat, John put pieces of badges into the crucible to soak.
Throw the magic stone in and stir for a while, the water in the pot turns red and then black again.
Finally, the water in the cauldron became clear, and John took out the badge and the Philosopher's Stone inside.
The badge looks like a river of stars. He wears it on his chest. There are three spells on it that can resist three damages. There are also six vacant positions for filling magic in the future. The badges can sense each other.
He made nine in total, and John put away the other eight.
Looking at the larger crucible beside the others, John opened a gap in the crucible, and the melted silver water in it was almost full.
Throwing in the fire dragon blood and the remaining horn of the unicorn one after another, John closed it and waited until it was completely melted.
He poured the silver water into the mold that had been prepared, and the sound of sizzling kept ringing.
After it was completely cooled, John knocked open the mold, and a silver long sword appeared inside.
Throw the cooled sword back into the cauldron, throwing the Philosopher's Stone in at the same time.
John nervously watched the occasional changes in the cauldron.
"I sold everything I could to get this mithril. Don't fail."
Under the extremely nervous gaze, the changes in the crucible stopped.
He opened the cauldron with full expectation, but the situation inside made his face freeze.
"Failed."
The sword in the crucible turned golden, which is the effect of the magic stone turning everything into gold.
But John doesn't want to turn stone into gold, he wants to improve the quality of this sword.
With a look of disappointment on his face, John sighed and said, "Even with the Sorcerer's Stone, it is still too difficult to refine the sword of Gryffindor."
Taking out the golden sword, John thought he could sell it for some money.
Looking at the time, it was already the year-end banquet.
John had no choice but to put his things away, put the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket, and walked out of the Room of Requirement.
Very lively today.
In the auditorium, Harry came out of the school hospital, but he was a little depressed after learning that he lost the game against Ravenclaw due to his absence.
The green and silver of Slytherin adorn the Great Hall, where they have won the House Cup seven times in a row.
John sat in the seat of Slytherin, glanced at Malfoy's airy appearance, and then looked at Gryffindor who was 160 points lower than Slytherin.
If it weren't for Malfoy, it really might be who won.
Dumbledore spoke on it, and when Slytherin No. 1 was mentioned, Slytherin burst into thunderous cheers and stomps, and John contributed a share.
"Yeah, yeah, well done, Slytherin."
Dumbledore nodded in agreement, and just when everyone thought he was going to declare victory, he changed his subject: "However, several recent events must also be taken into account."
The auditorium fell silent, Slytherin felt something was wrong, and Malfoy's smile faded.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have the last points to allocate, let me see, right..."
"First, Mr. Ron Weasley, he won the best game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, for which I award Gryffindor House 50 points."
"Secondly, Miss Hermione Granger, for her calm logical reasoning in the face of the fire, I want to reward Gryffindor House with 50 points."
"Thirdly, Harry Potter, he has shown fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I will also reward Gryffindor College with 60 points!"
reverse.
Shocking reversal!
Gryffindor, who was originally lagging behind, suddenly tied with Slytherin. The contribution of the three little ones made Hogwarts roar with cheers.
Dumbledore raised a hand for silence and said with a smile, "There are many types of courage."
"We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, but it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends."
"Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with 10 points!"
Explosion, total explosion!
Slytherin shouted shady, while the other branches celebrated as if Hogwarts was going to be overthrown.
Malfoy had already expressed his displeasure by knocking on the table with a goblet, and everyone in the Slytherins looked gloomy.
Gryffindor's score came first, and everyone except Slytherin seemed to be satisfied with the result.
John couldn't help complaining: "Gryffindor, you really have a lot of points."
Just add it, right?
As if the matter was about to be settled, John couldn't help shaking his head pitifully when he saw the dean's stiff smile.
"Quiet, everyone please be quiet."
Dumbledore spoke again, but instead of announcing the result, he looked at John.
"Finally, Mr. John Wick..."
