I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Late at night.

Young children go to bed.

Before going to bed, he pestered his mother.

"Mom, do you think there will be monsters outside?"

The boy's imagination runs wild, and he always imagines that he is a brave man who defeats monsters and demons.

Mother smiled fondly, lay on the bed, leaned against the pillow and whispered: "There will be no monsters, we are protected by the Witch King."

"Witch King?" The boy asked doubtfully, "Will you always protect us?"

"Yes, everything we have is given by the Witch King. He saved us and made the world a better place."

My mother has been through a lot, Death Eaters, Saints, Muggles.

This witch, who fought for her family on the Magic Crystal Island, escaped death and witnessed the Witch King's body that blocked all dangers.

She is a devout follower of the Witch King.

Every night, I pray for him.

It is precisely because she has experienced the war that she cherishes everything that is hard-won.

Here, they didn't have to worry about being seen by Muggles.

Cast spells on the streets and take your kids on a magic carpet ride.

You can also see owls delivering meals to you, so you don't have to worry about wizards being captured by intruding Muggles.

They have their own documents, and if they want to leave the country, they also have a passport.

Their identity is recognized by all countries.

They have their own jobs and their own hospitals to protect their health.

The new retirement policy provides guarantees for those elderly wizards.

The Little Wizards Fund still continues to protect all little wizards.

Young wizards can choose to further their knowledge, and older wizards can go and explore various places.

The fertility policy provides preferential treatment for the future.

Everything is going well.

They've died, they've been scared.

But now, they don't have to be afraid anymore.

The Witch King will bless every wizard.

The wizards sang praises to the Witch King and prayed for him.

They know it doesn’t come easy, and they may occasionally be tired from the work.

But as long as they look up at the tall tower, they will feel endless power again.

There is no absolute fairness, but in the eyes of the Witch King, it is fair.

The mother gently patted the boy's quilt and hummed a plain but warm tune.

"In the old school, curious boys put on their hats."

"The hat of wisdom sorted him into Slytherin."

"Boys like adventure and value their partners more."

"Friends began to surround him, and he was brave enough to save his classmates and defeat the troll."

"Smart, he longed for knowledge and took away books as tall as a person from the library."

"He is tolerant and not bound by colleges. He has friends in all colleges."

"He is so powerful that he fights against the devil and protects the entire school."

A strange lullaby hummed in the mother's mouth, and the boy gradually fell asleep.

"Grown-up boys and friends, they are newborn stars, laughing at school."

"The boy has an owl. It is all white and flies faster than lightning. It is a good helper for the boy."

"He also has a dog, which is cute and naughty and loyal to his owner."

The song softly accompanies the boy's dream adventures.

This childish lullaby is sung in wizard families.

They hummed for their children and prayed for the Witch King's blessing.

The children will continue to pass down the songs, just like their mother's humming, through the generations.

The mother stopped flapping her hands. She smiled and kissed the sleeping boy on the cheek.

Walking downstairs, she saw her husband watching TV nervously.

Inside is a Quidditch match.

When the team her husband supports scores a goal, he raises his hands and cheers.

When he saw his wife coming down, he immediately shut his mouth and hid the wine glass in his hand behind his back.

The witch looked at her husband helplessly.

Well, maybe whether they are Muggles or wizards, married men have the habit of watching football in the middle of the night.

The same scene happened at the Weasley house.

However, Angelina and Fred, who were pregnant with their big bellies, watched the game excitedly and cheered.

Mr. Weasley yelled, "I knew that ball would go in!"

Charlie swung his wine glass, and Ron temporarily forgot that he had to go to work tomorrow.

The family was noisy, and Mrs. Weasley stood on the stairs with a dark face.

...

The new year passed.

The snow started to stop falling.

But on the park lake in the Wizarding City, the frozen water is loved by children.

The businessman who saw the business opportunity put the skates on the lake for sale and successfully made a small profit.

Wizards were skating there, and others were having snowball fights.

The snowball hit his head, and he heard laughter.

You can see the flying magic carpet passing by in the sky.

You can also ride on a broomstick and take off to play air combat mode.

A dog joins the fray, albeit without Snowball.

But dogs can plow very fast, and a wizard can turn into a snowman with just one plow at the snow.

What started out as a one-on-one situation turned into a bunch of kids chasing the dog.

The snowball flew toward the dog in a whoosh, and the dog dodged nimbly and even once lost its front paw.

Wait until the dog runs away from the play and runs into the bustling street.

Pedestrians on the roadside saw the dog and greeted it one after another.

The brave ones will even squat down and pet the dog’s head.

The budget-conscious merchant stopped searching and gave the best of his products to the dog.

The dog swaggered towards the center of the Wizarding City.

Under the towering magic tower, it barked twice.

The door to the magic tower opens.

Tom returns home.

The snowball on my face didn't even melt. As I climbed up the stairs, the snow melted all over the floor.

Tom climbed to the top.

The owl sleeps with its eyes closed, one on the left and the other on the right.

In the middle of them, John sat cross-legged, with the throne of the Eternal Witch-King behind him.

His eyes were closed and his body was motionless.

Tom turned around and lay down in John's arms.

Lying in his owner's arms, Tom looked at John and saw no reaction, so he had no choice but to continue waiting.

Wait until the next day.

Tom was bored and John had no intention of waking up.

The master slept longer and longer, and Tom breathed a sigh of relief.

It got off John's arms and ran to bark under Riddle's shelf.

Riddle opened his eyes and seemed to be listening to what Tom was saying.

After listening, Riddle stared at Tom for a while and then closed it again.

This made Tom very angry. He bit the shelf with his teeth and received an electric shock on his butt.

It loosened its mouth in pain and had to run to find Basil.

Basil raised his wings and pointed behind the pillar.

Tom ran over to where two little guys, Hector and Helmer, were wrestling.

Seeing Tom coming, Helmer took the opportunity to sneak attack Hector, causing Hector to fall into the mud.

Then there was the sound of barking dogs and the exchange of Biliba.

They discussed when John would wake up.

The final result is that I will definitely not wake up today.

Tom ran out of the magic tower with two protoss.

Basil moved, but still didn't follow.

John still had his eyes closed, and in his mind, the palace of thoughts was being turned over.

The blue planet suspended in the palace of thought rotates, and John inside it records the secret troops belonging to the Muggle country.

His pupils dilated and he quickly recorded what he saw in a notebook.

Thousands of quills were used at the same time, and the words recorded were all recorded on the bookshelf.

...

"It's almost time to finish spreading flowers."