The man has red hair draped over his shoulders, a handsome face, and a beard on his chin.
Pieces of sawdust-like skin adhered to the body, making him feel like a wooden person.
Alarm bells rang in John's mind, and he silently clenched his sword, his left wand 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, and his first words were, "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, there is no way my hat will let you into 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 Head of House."
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? Has it defeated 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 school was founded.
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 looked dazzling on the wizard's robes, and Gryffindor suddenly felt bad.
"Damn it, 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 this moment.
John didn't know what to say, so he could only smile awkwardly.
The student who had 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 flick of Gryffindor's wand, the fallen puppet returned to normal and walked into the fireplace, and two chairs were conjured out of thin air.
He was sitting on one of the chairs, his wand in his hand like a branch.
"As long as you complete my next test, I will give you the power you seek."
John sat across from him silently. When he heard this, he hesitated for a while and asked: "I want to ask if I will be expelled from Slytherin if I accept your test."
Gryffindor said disapprovingly: "Isn't it okay to expel him? Pure-blood families generally don't lack money anyway."
"What, Head of Gryffindor, I am a Muggle."
"Um?!"
Gryffindor was shocked. Even if you are a Slytherin, you are still a Muggle.
What happened to Hogwarts during his absence, and Slytherin was actually planted by Muggles?
Gryffindor, who felt that the amount of information was a bit overwhelming, said that he needed to sort it out, and then the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became.
"Did Gryffindor and Slytherin change their names?"
He looked at John again, and the more he looked, the more likely it seemed.
It turns out that Godric Gryffindor has a big boy character. He and Salazar Slytherin are brave and calm, one pursues adventure and the other desires magic.
The two are opposites and best friends. Even if they part ways later, it will be amicable.
Godric Gryffindor simply didn't think about it anymore and said, "Don't worry, my legacy is in front of the whole school, and you won't be expelled."
"All right."
John was relieved to hear that he would not be expelled. Although the inheritance was very fragrant, if he was expelled, he would not be able to flatter himself after Voldemort was resurrected.
"The tests are divided into three, namely the bird in the forest, the lion in the mountain, and the brave man with the sword."
"I will observe your performance during the test."
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, but I may not be able to proceed now, it's bedtime."
Gryffindor held his breath in his mouth. He had already prepared his movements, but John let him go.
"Then let's change the time!" Gryffindor said this after holding back for a long time.
"Thank you, Head of Gryffindor."
John stood up, bowed, and left. He was startled when he heard that the test was about to begin.
[Ding, trigger the challenge mission, Gryffindor Legacy Phase 1, Bird in the Forest, get any reward points +1, blessing: Flying Man in the Woods]
John didn't have a single amulet with him now, and he wasn't prepared to take risks if he didn't have all the equipment.
Only by being cautious can you be successful in the long run.
After returning to the dormitory, John prepared to regain his energy before going there.
...
the next day.
John came to the great hall. The morning was very rich, with porridge and pickled herrings, as well as bread, eggs, and bacon.
Although eating pickled herring in the morning felt like eating snail noodles with white porridge, John's stomach was already strong after so many years.
He was eating bread and porridge, and a blond girl sat next to him.
Daphne stared at John's pretty profile and laughed inexplicably.
She seemed to say casually: "John, did you know that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart? My mother likes him."
John took a sip of porridge, ate it with sliced bacon, and said calmly: "I read his book, and it is indeed very good, but I don't know how good the teaching level is."
Changing Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers every year has resulted in varying levels of students' performance in this course.
John didn't know what the school was thinking. If you had to be so stubborn, couldn't you change the name and teach the same class? Wouldn't it be the same if it was called Countermeasures against Dark Arts?
Voldemort cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position. What does it have to do with me, the Countermeasures Against the Dark Arts professor?
I don’t know if the curse is real or not, but it is true that it consumes one professor a year.
Quirrell, the professor in the previous school year, was not serious at all in his teaching. John later learned black magic from him, knowing that Quirrell's own level was not low, but he was just deliberately hiding his clumsiness.
Malfoy came over with two followers. He excitedly found John and said, "John, this time Potter and the annoying Weasley got into trouble. They drove to the school in a speeding car. It's a pity that you didn't come to school yesterday." hall."
News spread quickly, and that night Gryffindor celebrated Harry's reckless behavior.
Harry also realized that he had done something stupid, and the price was that Hermione was angry.
As the wise person in the three small groups, Hermione couldn't believe that someone could be so stupid.
She read "Traveling with the Vampire" with anger. She was completely obsessed with this book because she liked reading, and she was full of admiration 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. It wanted to stop, but it plunged into Hermione's milk jug.
"Errol!"
This old owl belonged to the Weasley family. Ron rescued it, but saw the red envelope in his mouth.
Howler letter.
Now there was something good to watch. John saw Malford suddenly change his direction, as if he was watching a rice drama.
"Haha, a roaring letter, Weasley is going to suffer." Malfoy gloated, and the follower next to him made a crying gesture in cooperation.
Ron held the shouting letter and didn't want to open it. Neville whispered:
"It's better for you to open it, it's worse not to open it. Grandma sent it to me once, but I ignored it, and the result..."
Neville shuddered at the thought of that horrific scene.
Ron swallowed hard, knowing that the end would be terrible without even thinking about it.
With trembling hands, he opened the roaring letter.
The huge roar inside made the entire Great Hall tremble. John watched helplessly as a handful of ashes fell into his porridge. He calmly replaced it in front of Malfoy.
Malfoy enjoyed the scene where Weasley's life was worse than death. He picked up the porridge and took a delicious sip. However, there was too little porridge and he finished it in three or two gulps.
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