MTL - I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts-Chapter 45

John's expression changed drastically. He swung his sword to resist the attack while taking into account the possibility of being attacked by surprise.

Being so exhausted, he soon appeared defeated.

He was hit by the red light from the wizard doll and flew out of the training ground.

The three attacking dolls stopped motionless, and John felt sick and retched.

"Ugh—"

He spit it out and a slug slipped out of his mouth.

"Holy shit!"

The visual impact was so strong that John couldn't help but vomited again.

Now more slugs appeared, and he quickly went to get a wand to break the curse on himself.

Because of training, he took off the amulet and did not trigger the Iron Armor Curse.

Unexpectedly, this puppet used a small evil curse, which was not very harmful but extremely insulting.

At least John was disgusted, which made him want to tear up the three guys directly.

"A mage, an assassin, and a warrior."

After the curse was lifted, John swept away all the slugs on the ground.

His face was solemn, and these three combinations were perfect.

One is responsible for carrying the front, one is responsible for harassing the enemy from the side, and the other is responsible for the main output.

This combination gave John the feeling that he had become a wild leader and was being treated as a team.

He tried a few more times, and after the third time to remove his swollen front teeth, John had no choice.

"It's a bit difficult to deal with these three. Maybe it will be easier as long as they are upgraded."

With his pupils dilated, John summoned the panel.

[Magic power: Level 3 (1085/1500)]

[Magic spells: Floating Curse (Level 4), Transformation Curse (Level 2, dragon form optional), Disguise Curse (Level 4), Blazing Flame (Level 4), Shattered to Bones (Level 3), Fierce Fire (Level 3) , Occlumency (Level 4)…】

[Skills: Short Weapon Mastery (Level 7), Great Sword Mastery (Level 4), Hot Weapon Mastery (Level 1), Rune Mastery (Level 2), Alchemy Mastery (Level 2)]

[Blessings: physical fitness, quick attack, precision, academic master 2.0, pilot, long-distance running, sword dance, night devil, troll buster, knight, fire-eating, intimidation, hardening, dragon language]

The great sword has always been level 4. Although it is enough, it is still a bit dwarfed against this combination.

John was thinking about whether to upgrade. He only had one random point left. If he used it, he would have to wait until the next mission was completed before he could get it.

"Forget it, we won't encounter any danger in Hogwarts for the time being."

Due to his unwillingness to admit defeat and being disgusted just now, John had to dismantle these three dolls to vent his anger.

He lightly tapped on the sword mastery, and instantly, his familiarity with the sword became even stronger.

Not only that, but when he recalled the previous battles, he realized how stupid he thought his perfect defense was.

As if after practicing for thousands of times, John once again grasped the sword and controlled it like an arm.

"Weapons are an extension of the hands and feet."

He looked at the three dolls intently.

As they stepped back in, the three dolls raised their heads and looked at John.

"Come on, I am the fire dragon."

With a whisper, Ironwick's sword was rekindled with flames.

John took the lead and rushed out like a wild horse.

The warrior dolls greeted him and slashed away from top to bottom.

Not to be outdone, John held the sword in both hands and advanced instead. His body brushed against the wooden sword in dangerous and dangerous ways, and he swung his big sword to break the wind and slash at the warrior doll.

At this moment, red light flew towards John. He stepped on the ground with his right foot and the red light flew past the sword.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of breaking wind sounded from behind, it was the sneak attack of the assassin doll.

John slashed out his sword and adjusted accordingly, blocking the blow with his sword on his back.

The warrior reacted and attacked again. John flicked the assassin away with both hands, and swung the sword from top to bottom, cutting off the sword-holding hand of the warrior puppet.

The mage puppet attacked again. John seized the opportunity to draw out his wand and activated the iron armor spell to block the attack. At the same time, he rotated his body with his left foot as the center fulcrum and suddenly threw out the sword in his right hand.

The hilt of the sword slipped through the palm of his hand, and was caught by the tail just as he was about to let go.

As a result, the sword body gained an extra distance out of thin air, and it happened to penetrate the assassin doll approaching behind him with the sword.

One of the three puppets lost their combat power, one was penetrated, and the remaining mage puppet continued to launch magic attacks.

Seeing this, John kept using the Iron Armor Curse to resist, and at the same time, a magic spell was thrown away and hit the one-armed warrior doll that was approaching, causing it to follow in the footsteps of the assassin.

Between attacking and blocking, John gradually approached the mage doll.

Although mages can also move, they are too slow compared to assassins.

John threw away a magic spell and fired a ball of white light from his backhand, hitting the mage's body and blowing him away.

Taking advantage of the victory, Ironwick's sword penetrated the body of the mage doll, and the hot flames instantly ignited it.

Finally passed the level.

John felt a sigh of relief leave his chest.

He sat down feeling refreshed.

"Only those at level 5 can beat it, so how many levels do you need to be a master?"

John became even more curious about the remaining masters. The difficult ones are like this. Is it possible that the masters have to fight Voldemort by themselves?

Thinking about it, it seems impossible.

Just as John was sitting on the ground, the wooden sword placed in the corner began to change.

The originally rough-looking wooden sword gradually became smaller, and the excess parts fell to the ground, forming a human shape like skin.

At the same time, in the principal's office.

Dumbledore comes back after finishing the matter.

There, the sword of Gryffindor trembled slightly.

When Dumbledore saw this scene, he walked towards the Sword of Gryffindor, with an expression of astonishment on his face.

"Albus."

The Sorting Hat placed there suddenly spoke, and Dumbledore turned his head to look, as if he had thought of something.

"Is he back?"

"It wasn't him, it was his secret room that was opened."

When it comes to knowledge about Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat undoubtedly knows the most.

Dumbledore walked quickly to the Sorting Hat and asked, "Who is it?"

"I don't know, you know, the founder of the Fourth Academy has always been like this."

These words made Dumbledore fall into deep thought.

He knew that the founders of the four houses had left their own inheritance at Hogwarts, just like the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets that had been opened, and the other three also had their own inheritance.

And the Sorting Hat said he was Gryffindor.

"Is it you in Gryffindor's Chamber of Secrets, Harry?"

Dumbledore's first thought was Harry. In his opinion, the Chamber of Secrets would only be opened to approved successors.

And the savior Harry Potter will be the most promising one.

The Sword of Gryffindor stopped trembling, and Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that you also sense that the danger is still approaching?"

…

John has had enough rest and is ready to go back.

After standing up, John turned around and picked up the sword he had inserted into the doll.

The flames have gone out, and the red light on the spell has dimmed.

He turned around, took a step and stopped.

In front of him, a young man wearing a wizard's hat was looking at him.

At that moment, John felt like he was being targeted by a lion.

Chapter 54: Inheritance Test and Roaring Letter

The man has red hair hanging down his shoulders, a handsome face, and a beard on his chin.

Pieces of sawdust-like skin adhere to the body, making it feel like a wooden person.

The alarm bell rang in John's mind. He silently clenched his sword and kept the wand in his left hand ready to fire spells at any time.

"Who are you?"

The last piece of peeled wood stuck to his face, and the originally thick wooden sword now turned into a twig-like wand.

The man opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, and the first thing he said was, "You must be a Gryffindor, right?"

"Uh... I'm Slytherin."

"Slytherin?"

The man looked at John in confusion. He was holding a sword in his right hand and a wand in his left hand. This was obviously his own attack method. Are you saying you are a Slytherin?

Godric Gryffindor laughed loudly and said: "Don't lie, if you beat the test I left, my hat will never let you enter Slytherin."

He was confident that this was a joke made by the little wizard, but John heard something was wrong.

Your hat?

Sorting Hat?

John asked tentatively: "Who are you?"

"Godric Gryffindor, if you like, you can call me Old Dean."

Gryffindor, who seemed to be in his prime, habitually wanted to touch his beard. He stopped when he remembered that his body was made according to the appearance of his youth.

"Founder of the Fourth Institute?!" John was shocked.

"You can also call me that. This is the secret room I left behind. How about it? It's very useful. How is Gryffindor doing now? Did it defeat Slytherin in the Academy Cup?"

Gryffindor still thinks that John is a Gryffindor student. When he thinks of his former good friend Salazar Slytherin, Gryffindor snorts.

It seems that Gryffindor and Slytherin have a long-standing feud, which has existed since the founding of the school.

Seeing that he hated Slytherin so much, John silently pointed to the green on his clothes and said, "I am really a Slytherin. If you don't believe me, look at it."

The eye-catching green and silver were dazzling on the wizard's robe, and Gryffindor suddenly felt bad.

"Hell, is my hat broken? He actually sorted you into Slytherin?"

Not to mention the little lion of Gryffindor, even Gryffindor himself seriously doubted whether there was something wrong with his hat at this moment.

John didn't know what to say, so he could only smile awkwardly.

The student who passed the test and reappeared was not a Gryffindor, which made Godric Gryffindor a little uncomfortable.

However, the secret room he left behind was open to the whole school, and he was determined to find an outstanding successor.

Even though the heir was Slytherin, he had no choice but to hold his nose and admit it.

"Okay, you passed the test and are qualified to inherit my inheritance."

With a slight wave of the wand in Gryffindor's hand, the fallen puppet returned to normal and walked into the fireplace, and two chairs were conjured out of thin air.

He sat on one of the chairs, the wand in his hand looking like a branch.