I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

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

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

An alarm bell sounded in John's mind, he silently clenched his sword, and his wand in his left hand was ready to cast a spell at any time.

"you are?"

The last piece of peeled sawdust stuck to his face. The originally thick wooden sword was now a twig-like wand.

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

"Uh... I'm Slytherin."

"Slytherin?"

The man looked at John in a daze. He held a big sword in his right hand and a wand in his left hand. This was obviously his own way of attacking. You said you were Slytherin?

Godric Gryffindor laughed and said: "Don't lie, you beat the test I left behind, and my hat can't get you into Slytherin."

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

your hat?

Sorting hat?

John tentatively asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Godric Gryffindor, you can also call me the old headmaster if you like."

Gryffindor, who seemed to be in his prime, habitually wanted to touch his beard. After remembering that his body was made according to his youth, he stopped.

"Founder of the Fourth Academy?!" John was greatly shocked.

"You can also call me this way. This is the secret room I left behind. How is it? It's very useful. How is Gryffindor now? Did you beat Slytherin in the Academy Cup?"

Gryffindor still thought that John was a student of Gryffindor, and when he thought of his former good friend Salazar Slytherin, Gryffindor snorted coldly.

It seems that the grievances between Gryffindor and Slytherin have a long history and have existed since the school was founded.

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

The eye-catching green and silver were harsh on the wizard's robes, and Gryffindor was in a bad mood all of a sudden.

"Hell, did my hat break and he 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 the moment.

John didn't know what to say, so he smiled awkwardly.

The students who passed the test to reappear themselves were not Gryffindors, which made Godric Gryffindor a little uncomfortable.

However, the secret room he left behind was open to the whole school, aiming to find an excellent successor.

Although the heir was Slytherin, he had no choice but to admit it.

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

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

He sat in one of the chairs, his wand in his hand like a twig.

"As long as you complete my next test, I will give you the power you seek."

John sat opposite in silence. Hearing this, he hesitated for a while and asked, "I want to ask, if I accept your test, will I be expelled from Slytherin?"

Gryffindor said disapprovingly: "Isn't it good to expel, anyway, pure-blood families are generally not short of money."

"Then what, Head of Gryffindor, I'm a Muggleborn."

"Um?!"

Gryffindor was shocked, even if you are a Slytherin, you are still a Muggle.

What happened to Hogwarts during my absence, that Slytherin was planted by Muggles?

Gryffindor, who felt that the amount of information was a bit explosive, said that he needed to sort it out, and then the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

"Could it be that Gryffindor and Slytherin changed their names?"

He glanced at John again, and the more he looked at it, the more likely it was.

It turns out that Godric Gryffindor is a big boy character. He and Salazar Slytherin are brave and calm, one pursues adventure, and the other yearns for magic.

The two are opposites and best friends, even if they parted ways later, they would break up peacefully.

Simply Godric Gryffindor didn't think about it anymore, and said, "Don't worry, my legacy faces the whole school, and you won't be expelled."

"Ok."

John was relieved when he heard that he would not be expelled. Although the inheritance was very fragrant, if he was expelled, Voldemort would not be able to praise himself after his resurrection.

"The test is divided into three, namely the bird in the forest, the lion in the mountain, and the brave man with the sword."

"During the test, I will observe your performance."

Gryffindor finished speaking and was about to wave his wand, but John raised his hand to interrupt him.

John said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Head of Gryffindor, I may not be able to do it now, and it's bedtime now."

Gryffindor held his breath in his mouth, and his movements were all arranged, but John let him go.

"Then change the time!" Gryffindor said this after holding back for a long time.

"Thank you Head of Gryffindor."

John got up and bowed and left, he was startled when he heard that the test was about to start.

[Ding, trigger the challenge mission, Gryffindor Legacy Phase 1, the bird in the forest, get any reward point +[-], blessing: forest flying man]

Now John doesn't have a single amulet on him, and he is not ready to take risks if he is not fully equipped.

Only by being cautious can it last for a long time.

After returning to the dormitory, John prepared to recover his energy before going there.

...

the next day.

John came to the Great Hall, and the morning was rich, with porridge and pickled herring, and breaded eggs and bacon.

Although eating pickled herring in the morning feels like eating snail noodles with white porridge, but after so many years, John's stomach is already hardened.

He was eating bread with white porridge, and a blond girl was sitting next to him.

Daphne stared at John's pretty side face, and laughed inexplicably.

She seemed to say casually: "John, do you know that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart, my mother really likes him."

John took a sip of porridge, ate it with sliced ​​bacon, and said flatly: "I read his book, and it is really well written, but I don't know how the teaching level is."

Changing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers every year has led to uneven levels of students in this class.

John doesn't know what the school thinks. If you have to be so stubborn, can't you change your name and teach the same class? Isn't it the same as Countering the Dark Arts?

Voldemort cursed the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, what does it have to do with me as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

I don't know if the curse is true or not, but it is true that one professor per year is consumed.

The professor Quirrell in the previous school year was not serious about teaching at all. John learned black magic from him later, knowing that Quirrell's own level is not low, but he just deliberately hides his clumsiness.

Malfoy came over with two attendants, he found John excitedly, and said, "John, Potter and the nasty Weasley got into trouble this time, and they came to the school by speeding car, it's a pity you weren't at the university yesterday hall."

Word spread quickly, and that night Gryffindor celebrated Harry's recklessness.

Harry also realized that he had done a stupid thing, and the price was that Hermione was angry.

As the wisest person in the group of three little cats, Hermione couldn't believe that someone could be so stupid.

She looked at "Traveling with the Vampire" angrily. As a book lover, she was completely fascinated by this book, and she was full of longing for the author Gilderoy Lockhart.

The postman arrived today, and hundreds of owls crowded into the auditorium, making a mess in the sky.

An old owl flew towards Gryffindor, and it was about to stop, but it plunged into Hermione's milk jug.

"Errol!"

The old owl belonged to the Weasley family. Ron rescued it, but saw the red envelope in its mouth.

roar letter.

Now there is a good show to watch, John saw Malfoy turned around abruptly, as if he was watching a show of rice.

"Haha, a Howler letter, Weasley is going to suffer." Malfoy gloated, and the attendant next to him made a crying movement very cooperatively.

Ron was very reluctant to open the Howler letter, and Neville whispered:

"You'd better open it. It's even worse if you don't open it. Grandma sent it to me once, but I ignored it. As a result..."

Neville shivered at the thought of that horrible scene.

Ron swallowed hard. He didn't need to think about it and knew that the end would be dire.

With trembling hands, he opened the roaring letter.

The huge roar inside made the entire auditorium tremble, and John watched a pinch of ashes fall into his porridge, and he quietly exchanged it in front of Malfoy.

Malfoy enjoyed the scene of Weasley's death with relish, picked up the porridge and drank it deliciously, but the porridge was too little, and he finished it in two or three sips.

...