MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 33

In the seventh notebook from the left in the third row, he found notes on how to sublimate and refine a substance.

This made John happy, and he did not forget to reply a letter of thanks in his diary.

"Thank you Nico, you helped me a lot."

"You are welcome."

Writings appeared on the diary, and this was John's most surprising discovery.

A very magical diary, which can also be called "Nico's Encyclopedia".

This is a book produced by Nico Flamel, which records his alchemical experience. It is equivalent to an intelligent index on the bookshelf.

There are actually things that can maintain the emotional character of the original owner, such as the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts.

They may not have great functions, but they can retain some of the character and wisdom of the portrait owner.

And "Nicol's Encyclopedia" is far beyond the existence of portraits. John even felt that Nico Flamel lived in it.

But his reason told him that this was impossible.

With this book and a room full of books, John's alchemy at Beauxbatons has improved by leaps and bounds.

He even used the feathers of the rune horse to make a pair of shoes that could fly. This thing was slightly slower than the flying broomstick, but its flexibility was greatly increased.

It also successfully added a permanent directional magic to the badges. No matter where they are, these nine badges will point to other badges.

Like the stars that guard the moon, they point the direction to each other.

John plans to remove his own badge and give the remaining eight to others.

If you want to become the next Dumbledore, you can't fight alone.

Even Dumbledore did not fight alone. He also had the Order of the Phoenix, the huge Hogwarts behind him, and the connections in Hogwarts that accounted for half of the country.

John needs a relationship to consolidate his status, and the maintenance of the relationship requires the help of the badge.

He wants to set up a club, or have a team that can take orders from him.

He already has a candidate for one of the destinations for the badge.

People.

This is the most scarce thing for John at the moment. He was born in a Muggle family. He does not have the unique blood family tree of pure-blood families, nor does he have the nepotistic relationship of parents and classmates from mixed-blood wizarding families.

What he can do is to surround himself with strong people as much as possible.

This strong man could be a genius wizard, the second generation of a family with a profound background, or a character who would never betray his friends.

John stayed in the alchemy room until dawn. He returned to the dormitory to sleep for two hours before dawn.

This is a holiday, no one will care if he is lazy.

Some people even felt that without the black-haired boy, the surroundings felt a little quiet.

…

"John, maybe we can go and take a look. That's the Quidditch World Cup group stage."

After a month of getting along, Fleur became more and more familiar with John.

Although he was three years older than John, Fleur didn't think this black-haired boy was a child.

John's every move is the same as that of her peers. John even behaves more maturely than those boys in the same grade.

"How about the Quidditch World Cup group stage? You can go and see it."

John waved his magic wand, and the books on the table automatically flew back to the bookshelf.

He didn't expect Fleur to be a Quidditch fan, which was not surprising, after all, who doesn't like Quidditch.

The Quidditch World Cup is held every four years. Within 12 months after the last final, any country can form a team to register.

The last class was in 1990, and John had not yet entered school at that time.

There are still two years until the next session, and the group stage has already begun in full swing.

"You said the group stage is in Bulgaria, so how are we going to get there?"

After John finished speaking, he saw Fleur smiling prettyly.

"I know a place with a portkey that will take us to Bulgaria for only three galleons."

It has to be said that wizards are much more convenient to travel than Muggles. With only a door key, the whole family can travel around the world in a short time.

John was also curious about the portkey. After hearing this, he immediately agreed.

Fleur cheered, and her long silver hair hit John's cheek. Like a happy little girl, she said excitedly: "I have long wanted to try traveling without adults."

The girl's lively appearance made John think that she might become a good friend with a Gryffindor student.

The two of them didn't need to bring anything with them, so they came to the hiding place in Paris via Floo.

The Hidden Place is equivalent to Diagon Alley, a shopping area for wizards.

Under the leadership of Furong, they turned around and finally found the door key in an alley at the corner of a square in the hiding place.

The owner of the door key is a man wearing a fisherman's hat and a sloppy brown windbreaker.

He was unkempt and unkempt, and he would burp wine from time to time. The strong smell of wine made people suspect that he fell into a wine barrel and slept all night.

John quietly approached Fleur and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure he is reliable and will not throw us into the deep mountains and forests?"

Furong was also a little unsure, and she said with a guilty conscience: "Probably, maybe, probably, no?"

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The drunkard burped at the two of them, stretched out his hand and said, "Three Galleons, I'll keep you safe."

With the thought that everything has come, John and I paid and grabbed the leather shoes as if they had just been taken off.

The two held hands to avoid getting separated.

After John touched the door key, he felt as if there was a hook in his belly button, and he jerked forward with irresistible momentum.

He lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.

By the time his eyes could see clearly, he and Furong were already in free fall.

The two fell heavily.

John rubbed his sore waist. After standing up, he looked around and said, "This doesn't look like a place where Quidditch will be held."

"I must kill that **** liar!"

Fleur's pretty face turned black at this time, it was an unstable door key.

Send them directly to an unknown forest.

John had a headache because the door key was missing, which meant that they were thrown into the deep mountains and forests, which might be in the middle of nowhere.

"Hopefully we can find someone to ask for directions."

…

You were fine when you came, and you can't go back.

"No, I need to rest for a while." Furong sat on the ground without a ladylike image.

John stopped, and rows of sweat appeared on his forehead.

They walked in this forest for at least three hours, but there were not many animals in these three hours, let alone people.

John misses his flying boots very much now. If he had known that they would end up in such a ghost place, he would have brought them with him.

"Show me the way (PoineMe

His wand pointed north, and John looked at the direction. So far, their results were pretty good.

"It's a pity that I didn't learn how to apparate, otherwise I wouldn't have to walk on my legs."

John also sat down to rest for a while. He picked some seemingly harmless fruits from the tree and handed them to Fleur.

Fleur buried her head in her legs and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry John, I shouldn't have let you come here."

Thinking that she might not be able to get out, Furong couldn't hold herself any longer.

As the older person, she felt that she was not as responsible as John.

When John heard her words, he rubbed the fruit and put it into his mouth and took a bite.

The sour taste made him almost spit it out, but after thinking that this might be the only food, he swallowed it again.

"It's okay, we'll be okay, trust me."

John asked Fleur to cheer up. Fleur looked at that beautiful face and inexplicably felt a sense of security that was enough to trust.

She has a quarter of Veela blood, and also has some Veela abilities.

Her outstanding beauty is one of them, and she has the ability to make men obsessed.

Because of this ability, she is not popular among girls.

But she was too arrogant to argue with these people, and she didn't like boys because they would be attracted to them.

This resulted in her having almost no friends in school.

When she first saw John at school, she had no intention of making friends with him.

I just think this boy is interesting. He will not be attracted to me and become flattering like other boys.

On the contrary, when we get along with each other, I am the one who is attracted.

This attraction has nothing to do with love between men and women, it is just a kind of trust, similar to a leader who makes people can't help but get closer.

His mere presence restored confidence.

Fleur looked at John, nodded and said, "I believe you John."

John smiled and handed another fruit to Fleur.

Fleur took it without any precaution and took a bite. The price of this was that her whole face was squeezed into a ball with soreness.

"John!"

"I didn't do anything. You see, I also ate."

John looked innocent, and Fleur was so angry that she wanted to smash the fruit on his head.

Holding up the fruit, she thought for a moment, it would be worse if she starved to death here without eating enough. She took a vicious bite of the fruit, as if she thought it was John.

…

It was getting dark, and John decided to find a place to rest for a while.

He lit a bonfire and the two sat around it.

"There are no animals in such a big forest. Even a magical creature would be nice."

John curled his lips and complained, and Fleur rolled her eyes at him and said: "Magical creatures in the wild are very dangerous. Judging from the territorial awareness of magical creatures, there may be a powerful existence here that makes other creatures afraid to approach."

"oh?"

John feels right.

Magical creatures also have territorial awareness. If foreign creatures break into the territory, it will usually be a fierce battle.

"It's just that they have been gone for so long, even if they were there, they should have appeared long ago.

Having not appeared for so long, is it possible that the magical creature still lies day and night?

As he was thinking this, there was movement in the surrounding jungle.

Rustling.

"What is there?" Fleur was a little nervous.

The two of them had taken out their wands at the same time, and John glanced at his empty pocket.

"You must use a traceless stretching spell when you go back."

The Traceless Stretching Spell is a very practical spell, similar to the common space ring in novels.

It can enlarge the inside of a space. The outside may look unchanged, but the inside can become an extremely wide space.