Chapter 806 The Sturdy Quidditch
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Kodos Dorez School of Magic.
Like Hogwarts, the school was founded to avoid the Muggle hunt for wizards.
It was established slightly later than Hogwarts.
It is a huge castle with Byzantine and Baroque styles.
Even though it’s not winter yet, you can still feel some chill here.
John didn't go directly inside, he appeared on the periphery of the magic school.
A man was riding a brown bear, shirtless and wading across a river with a determined face.
He saw John, and the brown bear sped up, speaking the language of the country.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The voice of John's own mother clan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, said in fluent local language: "I am here to participate in an invitation. If you can take me to Kodos Torrez, I will thank you."
The man was taken aback, and muttered: "There is no Kodos Torrez here, you came to the wrong place."
"Really? Then can you tell me where else is the magic school near St. Petersburg besides Kodosdorez?"
John looked at the man's changing face with a smile.
The man was silent for a while and asked, "What about your wand?"
"Here." John asked, shaking the Elder Wand, "what are you afraid of, Gatekeeper?"
The guard at the gate felt relieved when he saw the wand, and complained, "Some monsters have appeared around here recently."
"We'll have to hide a little bit." He dismounted from the brown bear and led John the way.
"Those monsters are very scary, and several wizards' wands have already been broken." The gatekeeper looked scared, "I'm a squib, so I didn't escape with my wand
. "
"The school was built to avoid those witch hunters. I thought they were extinct." The guard at the gate cursed.
John listened and said hesitantly, "The monster you're talking about is a witch hunter?"
"Otherwise, what else is there?" The guard at the gate said angrily, "Even our principal almost had an accident. The poor old man is over 100 years old, and his shoes didn't fall off when he ran back."
"Ahem." John looked a little embarrassed, why did he sound more and more like his uncle and the others?
The gatekeeper was a Squib, and John glanced at his muscular body.
Sure enough, the squibs of the fighting nations are different.
As they moved forward, they arrived at the Kodos Doriz Magic School.
That huge castle looked bigger and more luxurious than Hogwarts.
The Byzantine style is full of artistic style, and the school uniform inside is also matched with purple, white and black.
Those students spoke with familiar accents and ran to the other side in a hurry.
"Hurry up, the Quidditch match is about to begin."
John stopped, and with a thought, he said to the guard at the gate: "I probably know how to go next, thank you for leading the way."
He smiled as a card flipped from his fingers.
Passing the card to the guard at the gate, John smiled and said, "This is my thanks."
The gate guard waved his hand and said, "No need, this is my duty."
He was about to refuse when he took his hand back and saw the card clamped on his finger.
The gatekeeper was stunned, he couldn't remember when he took it.
Immediately after looking at the card, the black card had words written in dark golden ink.
"The City of Wizards?"
...
Quidditch pitch.
The students cheered loudly for their teams.
John stared blankly at the Quidditch players flying in the sky.
The chaser and the chaser competed for the ball, and the two people's broomsticks collided, making a dull 'dong dong' sound.
The roots of the tree branches on the broom fell to the ground.
Yes, trees.
It fell to the ground.
Because those were two trees that looked like they had been pulled out of the dirt.
After seeing the slender figure of broomsticks, and seeing how these students fly trees, it is hard for John not to be shocked.
The fierce game continued, and one player was sent off because he hit the goal with a broom.
The student was very unconvinced, and said that he accidentally "rubbed" his posture.
The referee was impatient and just threw the unruly bastard out with his wand.
The game didn't last long, and the Seeker ended the game by catching the Snitch.
John also had to sigh with emotion that the sturdy folk customs were not groundless.
With the intensity of this Quidditch match, even killing someone is not impossible.
The principal of Kodos Torrez finally remembered that he had an appointment with the Witch King, and hurried out in a purple satin robe.
Centenarians are like a gust of wind that can be blown, but they run extremely fast.
Just ran into John after watching the game.
"Sorry, respected Witch King." The centenarian was panting.
John shook his head and said with emotion: "My eyes have been opened this time."
Listening to John's native language, the principal's eyes widened, "I didn't expect the Witch King to speak the language here."
"My mother is from this country," John smiled, "I'm half blood."
This made the principal have a close relationship at once.
sense.
After all, fellow countrymen are better than goddamn gringos.
The principal became particularly enthusiastic and asked where John's mother was.
When John said he was from St. Petersburg, he laughed and said that he had been here for so many years, and even Muggles knew a lot, maybe they knew each other.
"No, you definitely don't know each other." John looked at the headmaster's pair of shoes of different colors, he turned his head away, "They don't like interacting with people very much."
"Oh, really?" Upon hearing this, the principal felt that he might not know him, but said regretfully, "If there weren't a few monsters wandering around outside, I could go visit the Witch King's family."
Well, if it passed, John felt that his uncles would be very 'warm' to entertain the old man.
After all, John felt that more than half of the credit for forcing the establishment of this school was from the witcher.
When he gets to this place, John naturally needs to give lectures.
But it's a rare subject.
Divination.
A professor named Donatella brings students to listen to the lecture. Donatella is an excellent fortune teller, although she cannot see the future directly like John and Grindelwald.
However, various divination methods, including astronomy, can be used to observe possible changes in the future.
Much better than the former Professor Trelawney at Hogwarts.
However, the ability of divination can be regarded as the most difficult to talk about among John's many subjects.
Because his method is more in line with Trelawney's talent. Although he can do tea divination and the like, he rarely uses it.
So in this class, John felt that it was particularly difficult, and he was not as brilliant as other subjects.
.
Just when he thought that his image as the Witch King would be damaged, he saw all the students showing expressions of admiration.
Professor Donatella even praised from the bottom of her heart: "Praise the Witch King, this is the most detailed class I have ever heard, and it makes people feel enlightened!"
"It is indeed the rarest prophet in the magic world today."
John: "?" He felt that he was not performing properly.
Listening to those compliments, John was very confused.
...
Outside the Kodos Torrez School of Magic, a wizard in a cloak looks into the distance.
He is waiting for someone to come.
The existence called the Witch King.
The exiled family has never forgotten that period of time and pain.
The wizard said to himself in an unclear tone, "John Wick."
...
Like Hogwarts, the school was founded to avoid the Muggle hunt for wizards.
It was established slightly later than Hogwarts.
It is a huge castle with Byzantine and Baroque styles.
Even though it’s not winter yet, you can still feel some chill here.
John didn't go directly inside, he appeared on the periphery of the magic school.
A man was riding a brown bear, shirtless and wading across a river with a determined face.
He saw John, and the brown bear sped up, speaking the language of the country.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The voice of John's own mother clan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, said in fluent local language: "I am here to participate in an invitation. If you can take me to Kodos Torrez, I will thank you."
The man was taken aback, and muttered: "There is no Kodos Torrez here, you came to the wrong place."
"Really? Then can you tell me where else is the magic school near St. Petersburg besides Kodosdorez?"
John looked at the man's changing face with a smile.
The man was silent for a while and asked, "What about your wand?"
"Here." John asked, shaking the Elder Wand, "what are you afraid of, Gatekeeper?"
The guard at the gate felt relieved when he saw the wand, and complained, "Some monsters have appeared around here recently."
"We'll have to hide a little bit." He dismounted from the brown bear and led John the way.
"Those monsters are very scary, and several wizards' wands have already been broken." The gatekeeper looked scared, "I'm a squib, so I didn't escape with my wand
. "
"The school was built to avoid those witch hunters. I thought they were extinct." The guard at the gate cursed.
John listened and said hesitantly, "The monster you're talking about is a witch hunter?"
"Otherwise, what else is there?" The guard at the gate said angrily, "Even our principal almost had an accident. The poor old man is over 100 years old, and his shoes didn't fall off when he ran back."
"Ahem." John looked a little embarrassed, why did he sound more and more like his uncle and the others?
The gatekeeper was a Squib, and John glanced at his muscular body.
Sure enough, the squibs of the fighting nations are different.
As they moved forward, they arrived at the Kodos Doriz Magic School.
That huge castle looked bigger and more luxurious than Hogwarts.
The Byzantine style is full of artistic style, and the school uniform inside is also matched with purple, white and black.
Those students spoke with familiar accents and ran to the other side in a hurry.
"Hurry up, the Quidditch match is about to begin."
John stopped, and with a thought, he said to the guard at the gate: "I probably know how to go next, thank you for leading the way."
He smiled as a card flipped from his fingers.
Passing the card to the guard at the gate, John smiled and said, "This is my thanks."
The gate guard waved his hand and said, "No need, this is my duty."
He was about to refuse when he took his hand back and saw the card clamped on his finger.
The gatekeeper was stunned, he couldn't remember when he took it.
Immediately after looking at the card, the black card had words written in dark golden ink.
"The City of Wizards?"
...
Quidditch pitch.
The students cheered loudly for their teams.
John stared blankly at the Quidditch players flying in the sky.
The chaser and the chaser competed for the ball, and the two people's broomsticks collided, making a dull 'dong dong' sound.
The roots of the tree branches on the broom fell to the ground.
Yes, trees.
It fell to the ground.
Because those were two trees that looked like they had been pulled out of the dirt.
After seeing the slender figure of broomsticks, and seeing how these students fly trees, it is hard for John not to be shocked.
The fierce game continued, and one player was sent off because he hit the goal with a broom.
The student was very unconvinced, and said that he accidentally "rubbed" his posture.
The referee was impatient and just threw the unruly bastard out with his wand.
The game didn't last long, and the Seeker ended the game by catching the Snitch.
John also had to sigh with emotion that the sturdy folk customs were not groundless.
With the intensity of this Quidditch match, even killing someone is not impossible.
The principal of Kodos Torrez finally remembered that he had an appointment with the Witch King, and hurried out in a purple satin robe.
Centenarians are like a gust of wind that can be blown, but they run extremely fast.
Just ran into John after watching the game.
"Sorry, respected Witch King." The centenarian was panting.
John shook his head and said with emotion: "My eyes have been opened this time."
Listening to John's native language, the principal's eyes widened, "I didn't expect the Witch King to speak the language here."
"My mother is from this country," John smiled, "I'm half blood."
This made the principal have a close relationship at once.
sense.
After all, fellow countrymen are better than goddamn gringos.
The principal became particularly enthusiastic and asked where John's mother was.
When John said he was from St. Petersburg, he laughed and said that he had been here for so many years, and even Muggles knew a lot, maybe they knew each other.
"No, you definitely don't know each other." John looked at the headmaster's pair of shoes of different colors, he turned his head away, "They don't like interacting with people very much."
"Oh, really?" Upon hearing this, the principal felt that he might not know him, but said regretfully, "If there weren't a few monsters wandering around outside, I could go visit the Witch King's family."
Well, if it passed, John felt that his uncles would be very 'warm' to entertain the old man.
After all, John felt that more than half of the credit for forcing the establishment of this school was from the witcher.
When he gets to this place, John naturally needs to give lectures.
But it's a rare subject.
Divination.
A professor named Donatella brings students to listen to the lecture. Donatella is an excellent fortune teller, although she cannot see the future directly like John and Grindelwald.
However, various divination methods, including astronomy, can be used to observe possible changes in the future.
Much better than the former Professor Trelawney at Hogwarts.
However, the ability of divination can be regarded as the most difficult to talk about among John's many subjects.
Because his method is more in line with Trelawney's talent. Although he can do tea divination and the like, he rarely uses it.
So in this class, John felt that it was particularly difficult, and he was not as brilliant as other subjects.
.
Just when he thought that his image as the Witch King would be damaged, he saw all the students showing expressions of admiration.
Professor Donatella even praised from the bottom of her heart: "Praise the Witch King, this is the most detailed class I have ever heard, and it makes people feel enlightened!"
"It is indeed the rarest prophet in the magic world today."
John: "?" He felt that he was not performing properly.
Listening to those compliments, John was very confused.
...
Outside the Kodos Torrez School of Magic, a wizard in a cloak looks into the distance.
He is waiting for someone to come.
The existence called the Witch King.
The exiled family has never forgotten that period of time and pain.
The wizard said to himself in an unclear tone, "John Wick."
...
