I Swung a Sword at Hogwarts

"Mr. John Wick?"

Slytherin had already prepared themselves for the humiliation of admitting defeat, but they never expected a reversal.

The blonde beauty Daphne had been about to whisper sarcastic remarks about Dumbledore to Pansy, but she swallowed them back when she heard this.

Malfoy nearly threw his goblet at Crabbe's head in disbelief, turning to look at John in shock.

Dumbledore continued, "Mr. John Wick, with exceptional intuition and meticulous observation, saw through that person's disguise, saved a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, and selflessly rescued both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy."

"He risked his life to save Harry Potter from danger, defeated that man, and protected Hogwarts."

"His spirit of sacrifice for his friends is truly moving."

"For this, I award Slytherin 80 points!"

A reversal!

In this moment, John Wick became the hero of Slytherin, and unlike the earlier chaotic noise, now it was an explosion of cheers.

The other three houses stared blankly at John, as if seeing for the first time this troublemaker who had fought on the first day of school.

Most were focused on the fact that he had defeated that man—the one whose name should not be spoken—defeated by a mere young wizard.

This was the second defeat for that man since the birth of Harry Potter.

"Amazing!"

Daphne was the first to cheer, and Slytherin instantly erupted into wild celebration.

Malfoy slung an arm over John's shoulders, his goblet sloshing pumpkin juice everywhere.

Goyle and Crabbe took it upon themselves to lift John up and parade him around the Slytherin table like a hero.

No one dared bring up that John was a Muggle-born; he was now fully accepted as a Slytherin.

John took the goblet of pumpkin juice handed to him by Daphne. Under the watchful eyes of the entire Slytherin house, he raised his cup high.

"To eternal glory."

"To eternal glory!!!"

Slytherin had defended their seven-year streak and now made it eight. They were set to break the Hogwarts record.

Dumbledore sat down applauding, and even Snape's stiff smile visibly softened.

With green and silver banners waving, the other houses joined in the year-end celebration.

Among the Golden Trio, Ron scratched his cheek and said, "Don't know why, but losing to John doesn't feel that bad."

Hermione didn't mind either. Though Slytherin had the annoying Malfoy, they also had her friend John.

Still, after a whole year of hard work, she had failed to surpass him.

Harry, having learned it was John who saved him, had no ill will either—though he was clearly annoyed by Malfoy's smug grin.

Slytherin only won because they had John. Otherwise, Gryffindor would have definitely taken the cup.

John drank so much pumpkin juice that he felt bloated. These young wizards seemed to be treating pumpkin juice like alcohol.

He spotted the Weasley twins sneaking over to the Slytherin table and wisely refused Malfoy's offer of another toast.

Sure enough, after this celebration, the Slytherin bathrooms were overwhelmed.

The Weasley twins had slipped potions into the pumpkin juice, and even as students left Hogwarts, some of the young Slytherins were still weak in the knees.

Malfoy swore he'd kill whoever spiked the drinks, but John couldn't bring himself to admit it was the Weasley twins.

On the train home, John reached into his pocket.

"If Dumbledore didn't mention it… that means I can keep it, right?"

He felt a little guilty—it was the Philosopher's Stone, a treasure countless people could never obtain.

Now not only had he taken it, but he was also bringing it home.

Since Dumbledore hadn't come looking for him, John assumed the headmaster had silently approved.

He said goodbye to his classmates. Ron invited him to visit over the summer.

Hermione seemed a little down—grades had come out, and she was second place.

First place went to John, something he already knew thanks to a system notification.

Academic Overlord 2.0 acquired.

Harry was visibly downcast—he had to go back to the Dursleys.

Seeing this, John said, "My house isn't far. You're welcome anytime."

Harry thought about it. He lived at Number 4, and John was at Number 6.

That cheered him up quite a bit.

Neville carried the cage John had given him. Aside from a few times he misplaced it, the cage had been very useful.

[Ding! Hogwarts Phase 1 Mission Complete. Rewards: Blood of Magic ×1, Free Points ×2]

As the train started moving, the system chimed in John's mind.

He was curious about this "Blood of Magic" and opened the details.

[Blood of Magic: Increases magic power upon consumption. (Note: Mixing with other blood types may cause unexpected effects.)]

"Mixed use?"

John fell into thought. This "other blood" probably meant blood from magical creatures.

He had some of that—dragon blood, which he hadn't used yet.

But it seemed dangerous. If he used it improperly, what kind of side effects would it have?

He didn't want to be called in by the Ministry of Magic just because he drank some strange concoction at home.

"Whatever. I'll worry about it later—home first."

It had been nearly a year away from home. John was starting to miss it.

The train roared into King's Cross Station, and John stepped off.

At Platform 9¾, an old, withered guard let through only two or three people at a time.

It was to prevent large groups from bursting out of the solid wall at once—far too conspicuous.

Many students greeted John, mostly from Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Slytherins respected his glory; Gryffindors thought the Sorting Hat was definitely broken.

Harry received the same treatment, constantly surrounded and greeted.

"I'll be off, then."

John waved goodbye to the trio and walked straight into the wall—returning to the Muggle world.

Walking toward his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wick were already waiting. Not far from them stood the red-haired little girl Ginny and Mrs. Weasley.

How did John know who they were?

Because when Harry came out, the little girl screamed non-stop—John now fully understood the power of fangirls.

"You must be John Wick," Mrs. Weasley said as Ron introduced him. The two families greeted each other warmly.

The Grangers also joined in—though not the Dursleys, who wanted nothing to do with magic.

Behind the Dursleys, Dudley saw John and looked like he'd seen a ghost.

John gave him a friendly smile and pointed at Harry, signaling that he was under his protection.

If Harry didn't live well, John wouldn't mind giving Dudley a "reminder" of old times.

Summer break was full of joy.

Except that Watson Wick felt like his son was totally out of sync with summer—he just stayed in the basement.

"John, you were in wizard school all year. Didn't you learn any magic?"

For the eleventh time, Watson asked, and John looked helplessly at his father. "I told you, underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic in the Muggle world."

Seeing his dad still unconvinced, John glared. "Do you want to see your son sent to Azkaban?"

Watson chuckled awkwardly. "Can't be that serious. Doesn't the magical world have child protection laws?"

John gave him a look that said: Come down here again and I'll slip sleeping potion into your tea.

In his hands was a blood-red vial, with faint, dragon-like patterns flowing across its surface.

Blood of Magic.

He was researching how to use it.

And at the same time… his hand slowly reached toward his wand.

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